My ears begin to throb along with my heartbeat. I start to shiver of nervousness, not even knowing what or who is 'coming for us'. I begin to feel trapped. Like im being crushed in someones palm as their fingers close over me. I can feel my breaths coming rather rapidly now as the sweat begins to trickle down the back of my neck. Something is terribly wrong.
"We need to go now." Chris said as he got up rather fast. He began to storm through the house. He is closing cabinets and drawers. Searching rather swiftly.
He finally pulls out a black gun. It has a scope. He seems ready for something he has been needing or atleast wanting. Wanting to happen? Perhaps we'll see.
He pulls out another one and hands it to me.
"You ready?" he asks nodding.
"Ready for?" i ask raising my eyebrows.
"War." he says as he walks away from me towards the cabin door.
I follow him. He opens the door. Right before i step through, i close my eyes. I already hear yelling and screams in the distant. Even gunfire. I calm my breathing. I imagine myself in my mother nature costume. I breath a few more breaths. Then, I open my eyes. Chris stands there staring at me. His eyes big.
"What?" i ask him as i tighten my grip on the gun.
"You just changed your outfit without being in the outfit room." he said as he looked down at his own clothes "And apparantly you changed mine too." he finished.
I guess i hadnt really thought to hard on putting him in his armor. I just knew he needed it. He also might need to be well disquised because of these people 'coming for us'.
I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I guess im just skilled like that." i said with a smile as i walked past him in his shocked state.
We stepped down the ladder of our home. I hit the ground first with a thud. he then stepped down and met the ground afterwards.
I stepped out of the way, wanting him to lead. he started walking rather fast. We walked back down the trail and onto the swaying bridge. The wind blew as the water underneath rushes with rapids. We stepped straight across. His armor clinging and my dress dragging, once again.
Immediately the weather changed. Its no longer sticky or humid. It's cool with a slight breeze that makes you wanna close your eyes and just lay in the green prickly grass.
But now is not the time.
We stand in the pasture. About 30 freshman charge at us. screaming. yelling. some crying. They begin to shoot rapidly. I start to run down the right side of the pasture. Chris goes to the left. Oh no. We went our separate ways.
It is around 11 in the morning in the game here. At home it is the same. That explains why the kids are here when we are. I forgot we changed the time. I also forgot that my real body in the real world has been sitting on the bed staring at a gem for way more than twelve hours. Mom has probably panicked or something. Unless she never came in my room? I don't know.
I rapidly fire the gun without even aiming. It is to scare them. To make them scatter. The group stays together. So therefore as a group, they go down as a group. Just by shooting randomly at the group. Several collapse. I see Chris across on the other side of the pasture. He fires to. Bodies drop. Blood everywhere. It's literally the Red Sea.
3 people left and 2 of us.
The three make a triangle and begin to circle around and around,keeping their eyes on us. We aim our guns at the three. A shot rings out. I look around frantically. Everyone stares at me. ME. My gun drops. My knees drop. Then, my whole body collapses. My eyes meet Chris's across the pasture.
Then, they close.
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The Class Game
Teen FictionSamantha is a freshman. She has to put up with her typical teenage life, and the bullies. All of the outcast kids need a getaway. Thanks to Mrs. Lanel they get just that. Within their boring classroom lays a beautiful gem on their teachers desk. Onl...
