Life's Just A Game

Chapter 2

[Astrid P.O.V]

We entered the building where about 8 or 9 guards dressed in black army clothings were waiting for us. As we got closer, one of them walked towards us and nudged us to follow him.

"Please move silently and don't cause any trouble. We'd hate to kill any new recruits." He said, his eyebrows furrowed.

Did I hear that right? Some of the guards walked towards us and scanned us for any weapons.

"And I hope you remembered to not bring any weapons or gadgets?" The guard checking me said. Her face was small but fierce. Her leafy green eyes were filled with determination and passion. I bet I could take her in a fight.

"Sure, Wingmaiden." Racquel said, rolling her eyes.

I swore I saw the guard stiffen for a while. Hm. Must've been my imagination. Back to the main topic, yes. We already left our gear back in the van because we were already informed. But I wasn't taking any chances. I secretly brought my trusty weapon, Stormfly. Just in case some pervert or dumbass tried to look at me the wrong way. It was a double bit axe made out of Deathsong Amber, a hard crystal-like material that's unreadable under the detector.

That takes care of half the security. To actually hide it, I have it hidden in a micropocket that can shrink objects to a molecular level to store it while concealing it from the outside. And you guessed right. Finn is the only person in the gang that is smart enough to create something like this. And he knows that I never leave Stormfly.

Tristan, Shawn or Racquel probably would've not even thought about something like this. The best idea they ever had was probably a boar pit. Didn't like that idea? Well guess what. That was their best. But I knew someone who rivals Finn in terms of intelligence. And that person was Hayden. He could invent, plan, anything! The only thing he was bad at was the fact that he couldn't use some of the things he created.

Like Stormfly...

Yes. Hayden created Stormfly. That is why I never leave it. It's my only last memory of him. If I lose or break my axe, I don't know what I'll do anymore. Before you say anything, no! I don't like or love him in a romantic sense. He's just my best friend and I owe him a lot. That's just it. Friends.

Are you sure?

What the fuck? Yes! I am very much sure!

Reeeaaallllyyyyy????

I've never thought the day will come where I had the urge to kill my own thoughts.

But luckily, a large buzzing sound distracted me from killing it. I whip my head towards the sound. Once I saw the source, I sigh in frustration. Of course the twins brought bombs.

"Come on, man! It's just an Ember! It could hardly melt your bones!" Tristan defended.

"Bombs are weapons! Take them back!" The guard ordered with a stern tone.

"'Come on! How about I demonstrate it to you?"

"Take them back!"

"Tyrant..."

"We could... you know. Make a deal?" Racquel said in a seductive voice.

She placed her hand on the guard's chest and grinned vexingly. Her fingers trailed down his chest and onto his abdomen, making a circular motion along his body. Racquel, honey. You're my friend. But don't do that shit ever again.

"Come on, how 'bout just a little kiss?" She whispered in his ear. The guard shuddered in disgust, a grimace soon forming in his face.

"Look, Ms. Mania. I don't think you understand but I like my women with a little sex appeal." The guard said, pushing Racquel away.