Guns n Grenades

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Edds P.O.V.

Matt and I were sitting on the couch watching some tv show, called 'The Cats', when Tom came rushing down the stairs in a panicked state.

"Guys! Guys! Come upstairs, now!" He said. Of course, if this were anyone else, I would be worried. But it's Tom.

"Tom, how many times do I have to tell you? There is no Canadian Leprechaun demon hiding in your closet." I said. He was probably drunk again.

"Oooh, I wanna see him! I love Leprechauns!" Matt yelled. He pulled out a green hat, with a belt wrapped around it, putting it on his head.

"Where did you-"

"Edd, I'm not drunk! I actually found something!" Tom screamed. "Get upstairs!"

"Alright, alright! Just stop screaming, will ya?" I asked, annoyed.

Matt and I followed Tom up the stairs, but stopped following him when we got to Y/Ns door. "Uh, Tom? Why are we going into Y/Ns room? What were you doing in there?" I asked.

Tom looked at me, with a worried/nervous glance. "N-nothing! Just, uh, just come in and see what I found."

I decided to ignore it, and followed him in. Matt, trailing behind me.

Tom opened a door to her closet, and I was shocked at what I saw. Weapons. Lots and lots of weapons.

Were they hers???

"Uh, Tim?" I heard Matt say. "Why would Y/N have these in her room?"

"I don't know Matt, but I don't think they're hers." Tom said. "She just moved in, didnt she? How would she have gotten all of these here without anyone noticing? Not to mention, she just escaped from her parents. She would need a license for all of this. There was no way she could have gotten one so quickly."

"What if..." I started, while the others looked at me. "What if she stole them?"

"Eddie, don't think that!" Matt said. "She wouldn't do that. Would she...?"

"Guys, I dont think they belong to her." Tom said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Edd, think about it. Who else is obsessed with weapons, literally carrys a gun everywhere they go, and keeps guns stashed everywhere in the house?" Tom questioned.

No.

Dont say it...

"Who?" Matt asked.

Come on!

"Tord!" He yelled. "Either that commie just stole all these guns, or he's trying to frame Y/N for some reason. Maybe both, I don't know."

This isn't true.

...is it?

Pat's P.O.V.

The poor girl...

We don't even know what's going to happen to her.

She didn't do anything wrong.

Not that I've heard of.

Why did boss want us to kidnap her?

I was too busy handling a demon while Paul was on the phone with him. ( The spider, if yall dont remember...)

And Paul wont tell me a thing.

Gah, what am I supposed to do?

I want to help this girl.

But I can't.

Not without betraying the Red army...

Wait...!

I pulled out a nail file from my pocket. Paul wasn't paying any attention, so I quickly tossed it in the cell, right next to Y/N. I looked to the side to see her, and she just looked at me, with a confused look on her face.

Quickly, I winked at her, hoping she would get the message. She nodded in response, showing that she understood.

Then I looked away.

I'm not sure how she grabbed it, but after about 20 minutes, I heard the chains fall.

Paul, unfortunately, also heard this.

Turning my head, I saw Y/N grab him. Seems she got out of the chains.

Paul passed out after she hit a nerve in his shoulder. (If you cant think of an image, just think of that one scene from Bolt, the cartoon movie.)

She looked at me, and I took the keys out of my pocket, and dropped them in front of the cell.

"Oh no! I dropped my keys in front of the prisoner! I better go tell boss, before she escapes! I said (sarcastically) and walked out of the dungeon.

I hope she makes it out...

Before it's too late...

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The video has nothing to do with the story. I just thought it was a great song.

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