In or Out: Loyalties

Part 6

A/N: So this is back up on the list so I’m going to try and not get writers block again until I get this high upon the list! Anyway this is more of a filler than action packed just to warn you.

Amy’s POV

I hear Trixie’s scream and Kitty’s fall to the floor, I can only hope she’s still alive. No I’m not ready to lose her, or Trixie either. We’ve been trained for if this happens and I’m almost word perfect as I do a little roll pull out my hand guns and start shooting back, Kitty stands up and repeats my actions until most of them are on the floor and the others have ran off for back up.

I’m so relieved to see Kitty alive I hug her and then I look down and wish I hadn’t. Me and Kitty’s reflexes have been trained for ten years so when this happened we dealt with it where as Trixie, oh poor Trixie didn’t have a single clue and was now obviously dead on the floor, shock printed on her face forever and covered in her own blood.

Kitty looks down and goes pale she looks up and whispers ‘Let’s go and catch up with the others, we’ve gotta go,’ I nod and follow her but then turn around a blow a kiss to Trixie, she made me smile that’s all I can say really. Wrong time in the wrong place.

We run down the hall and get out sharpish, for once its not raining and we can run as freely as we ever could in the streets without fear of being burnt alive under all the acid. And at long last we make it home, I mean the bunker.

The others are there so we’re lucky not having to break the news to everyone, its already been done I mean look at everyone they’re so down just like how we felt. Most girls are sobbing, others are speechless. They look up at us and look repulsed and confused, I look down and see bits of blood on both me and Kitty.

We tell the leaders what happened and they overlook us and wave us off. I want to scream at them, tell them they weren’t there, they’re not us they don’t know how WE feel. But then that doesn’t matter to them, as long as WE do all their work for them and make THEIR lives easier, its okay. I refuse to be in the dog house but I’m too exhausted to argue with them.

Physically and emotionally.

We shower and then chat to the older kids who thankfully don’t blame us in the least.

At least we have SOME support.

And it goes back to normal, or as normal as it could go back to, we’re taught advanced defense moves and how to use more advanced weapons, I can’t help but think if Trixie would have known more of this would she still be breathing?

And is that story about her son true? I’ve been thinking about this all night and I can’t help but feel that maybe she was just trying to say that to make sure we didn’t kill her ourselves, she’s been on the brink of death so many times, it would be much easier for her to lie rather than to face the music.

This is a clear aftermath of a failed mission, depression. Kitty doesn’t look any happier but then she ALWAYS looks like that where as normally I’m joking with people trying to cheer them up and now? Now I’m just silent and moody, at least I have Jake. Although he’s still recovering from the recent explosion.

I like him, but this is definitely the wrong time to say anything, it always is. All I can hope is, is that he doesn’t die and maybe just maybe we both survive and then we can-

What am I thinking about. What the fuck am I thinking.

And this is why I hate the “leaders” I’m so confused that I can’t have feelings, the only thing I’m allowed to feel is bitter for revenge, the lust for fighting and vengeance. I see ten year olds who are good examples of this, where they’re emotions are beaten out of them and- and.

Jake’s POV

We can hear it from block 22a, another giant explosion, like the one before and I feel like shouting and running and doing what I can to protect those who need it. But we’re not allowed to move from where we are.

A messengers just returned back here, it was block 3a a temporarily empty building, we all cry out in relief, only until the next news comes in.

Some one was in the building when they weren’t supposed to be, a, a older girl with long dark brown hair but that’s all they can tell.

I feel sick with fear. Amy…