Don't Deserve You

7- Cover the ground

Microphone's POV

"Oh Mic, there is so much you wouldn't know about my plan,"

Mic instinctively ducked down as the tree exploded. Branches dropped at them from all angles.

Taco had fallen over, her eyes spiraling. The laser gun was still glowing faintly, buried under the rubble. Mic quickly started toward it. She wasn't letting Taco near that thing again, not after it nearly killed them all.

Taco, why?

Mic turned the laser gun over in her hands and carefully tucked it away as she heard screaming. Turning around, she hit her head against a tree. Tasting metal, she saw Taco standing directly in front of Knife, attempting to pin him against a tree and strangle him. Her eyes widened as Knife threw Taco against the ground. Mic gasped for breath as she tripped toward Taco.

"What- are you- doing?" Mic gasped, pulling on Taco's foot. Taco immediately stepped a few paces back, shaking off Mic's hand, while pulling out another laser gun and pointing it at Knife.

"Give it to me," Taco's voice echoed inside her head. "This one's broken,"

Mic flinched at the loud noise, turning her gain down. Her eyes traced the path between her hands, and Taco's. What was the difference if she just... gave ti to hewr?

"I'd... rather not," Mic's arms tightened.

"You're not in a place to bargain; we're working on this together," Taco snatched the gun out of her hands and pointed it at Mic. "Correct?"

Microphone panicked and kicked at Taco's leg, as both of them fell. Her body felt as if it was sinking into the ground as she stared at pine needles overhead, helpless.

"Stay there," she felt Taco clambering over her.

"Knife," Taco said, her voice filled with spite. "We meet again,"

"More like you just attacked me out of the blue," Knife said. "So much for your morals and teamwork,"

"It doesn't matter," Taco said calmly. "...if you have control,"

Mic felt her eyes widen as she tried to push herself up. Knife was cornered against a bush as Taco carelessly brandished a laser gun in front of him.

No.

"Taco," her voice cracked. "Why?"

Taco didn't respond. She simply clicked the gun into place.

"Sorry, Knife," Taco smirked as the laser started charging up. Mic felt a rush through her. She started forward.

You have to do something.

Taco saw her a split second before she stepped in front of the charging bulb. Mic seized Taco's hand, feeling the heat from the laser almost burning her.

"Mic," Taco spat, furiously trying to wrestle her hand back, her hand still on the charging button. Microphone kicked at Taco, as she felt the something burning into her arm. Taco dropped the laser gun and looked up in surprise.

"Don't," Mic hissed.

A/N: It's been over 2 months, but thanks for sticking with me. Thank you so much for 1K reads and all the nice comments; I never expected this.

I might see you again soon <3