*insert title for fanfiction here* Chapter Eleven

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*insert title for fanfiction here* Chapter Eleven

Kobra tripped over me and practically tackled me. I crawled out from under his long, heavy legs army style. Once I was free, I ran towards the back of the diner. I could hear him running after me. I run really fast. He was still a bit slowed down from where he fell. I got ahead of him by many yards. Yes! He's slowing down! No! BL/Ind van. I stopped and started running back towards Kobra. I need to warn him. I was running out of adrenaline. I was panting. I caught up with Kobra.
"BL/Ind!! Go back!" I almost ran past him, but he grabbed my arms, preventing me from getting to shelter. "What are you doing?! BL/Ind is coming!" His back was toward the incoming BL/Ind van. He squeezed my arms tight. I bruise easily. I'm going to get a bruise. Well, many. A big one where each of his fingers are.
"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO FALL FOR ANY MORE OF YOUR TRICKS!!" The van was coming closer. How cuold he not hear it?!
"No! This isn't a trick! There's a BL/Ind van coming!" The BL/Ind van stopped just as I said it. Dracs filed out. "Now! C'mon! We need to get the rest of the guys!!" I just realized that he didn't have his raygun with him. Well, that's stupid of him. The dracs came closer and aimed at them.
"YOU'RE SO STUPID!! YOU NEED TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON!!" I bit my lip. They aimed it at his back. I need to work quickly.
"I know you don't get this, but USE MY WEAPONS!!" I said this in one quick breath. He just gave me a weird look. I saw the drac about to shoot, so I pushed Kobra to the side, and I got hit by the raygun. Kobra fell to the ground.
"HEY! WHAT'S THE-" He saw me standing there, hand on my chest. Blood started seeping though my clothes. I cried out in pain.
"AAAAGGGHHH!!!" I fell back. The pain was excruciating. The pain came in waves. I winced and shouted again in agony. C'mon. I can make it. I've gone through worse things. The pain lowered then went up again. I bit my bottom lip. Crap. Crap. Crap. CRAP!!!! He was just standing there staring at me with wide eyes. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE!! USE MY WEAPONS- AAGGHHH!!!!" I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut. I took deep breaths. I opened my eyes again. I saw Kobra shooting my girly raygun to shoot the dracs. I can't just lay here! I need to do SOMETHING. I used my legs to drag myself through the sand towards the entrance of the diner. I bit my lip again. So much pain. A giant burning sensation- simmering. Another wave. Brace yourslef! A giant wave came,and I screamed a little. I don't want to make a commotion. Other dracs might get me. I'm almost to the door. A pair of white boots stop me. Crap. Another wave. I bit my lip again. This is the biggest one yet. The drac saw me squirming in pain. He laughed and pulled out his raygun. He pointed at me.
"You're not going shoot me. Korse doesn't want you to. If he did, I'd be dead by now. You know that." The drac backed up a little. The pain. Burning a whole in my chest. I bit the inside of my cheeks. "Yes. I know a lot."
"Well, I'm going to kill you anyway. He's going to kill me anyway." He held the raygun with more confidence. I bit my lip. I'm going to have to kill him. "Goodbye." I pulled out my raygun in a flash and shot him between the eyes. He fell back dead. Now, I'm just as bad as them. Just as bad as the BL/Ind. I continued making my way towards the door. I'm... almost... THERE!! FINALLY!! I ounded on the door as hard as I could. How could they not here the commotion out here? The door opened. I saw party.
"Party!" I choked out. "BL/Ind! Kobra... save... shot." I got dizzy. The world started spinning. The noise began fading into a buzzing sound. My eyelids felt heavy. The pain was lessening. I'm dying. It all started going black. I need to stay alive. Feel something. I reached my hand and pressed my wound. A felt a blast of pain. My eyes shot open. Party was there. He leaned down and lifted me up quickly. He brought me inside the diner. All I saw was his red hair and the ceiling.
"Guys! Weapons out! Surprise attack by BL/Ind! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" Party was barking orders, and I started getting tired again. Maybe I can just close my eyes for a second. "No! Stay awake! Don't close your eyes!" I opened my eyes just a little.
"But I'm so tired, Party." He looked at me with sorry eyes.
"I'm really sorry for this, Star. I really am." Huh? I looked at him, confused. He stopped and blanaced me on one hand and slapped my wound.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!!!! Party!" I was awaka again. Pain searing my chest. "That hurts!" This time, the pain didn't die down. It stayed. "Fuuu**!! Sh*t! Fu**ing sh*t!" He took me into a room in the back. He placed me on a table. I saw Dr.D come up to me. Concern was written all over his face.
"What happened to you?" He left to get the first aid kit. When he came back, I smiled through the pain.
"Saved Kobra. Got shot. Nothing much." I bit my lip as a wave of pain came again. Black spots danced around my vision. "Oh no. Going to black out soon. B*tches! B*astards! B*tching b*stards!" Party smiled.
"I thought you don't cuss." I smirked then winced.
"Before the fires, mythbusters did this experiment. If you cuss instead of substitue, you can tolerate the pain more. F*uck!" The black spots span and span getting me dizzy. Then, it completely went black.
Crap. My chest is burning. Why?
"Oowww..." I mumbled. I opened my eyes. I'm alone in a room. What happened again? Oh yeah. BL/Ind amushed us. I took a bullet- well ray- for Kobra. He owes me big time. Then... Party barked orders and toko me into a room. Not this one. Dr.D came and... I guess that's the end. It's present time. Who's room am I in? I don't reconize anything in this room. I try to sit up, but the burning in my chest stops me. I lay back down. I don't want to open it up. Wait. I look down at my wound. I'm only wearing a bandage. No shirt. I'm sitting up. I lean onto my right arm to support me. I manage to actually sit up. I rub my wound softly. It's tender and sensitive. "That's what I get for being the good and bad guy." I hear footsteps outside the open door. Who's footsteps are those. I can't tell right now. I guess that's a bad sign. I can tell that they're off with a hurry. That's a bad sign, too. They might've taken what I said out of contex. Oh well. I heard footsteps coming back. Wow. That was quick. There are a lot of footsteps. I lied back down and covered myself with the blanket. In came Party, Ghoul, Jet, Kobra, Show, and Death came back. "Hi guys," I said awkwardly.
"So, you're the good AND bad guy, huh."
"Oh Party. So clueless. I'm not going to talk to you guys until I get a shirt." They looked at me weird. Oh soon, they're not going to be looking unless they're pervs. I lowered the blanket, so they could see that all I had was a bandage. They all turned away except Show and Death. I smiled. "SO YOU GUYS ARE THE PERVS!!!! I KNEW IT!!" They blushed and turned away. "He he he." I smiled to myself. they left to, I suppose, get me a shirt. This is funny. Dr. D came soon after.
"I have a surprise for you!" I gave him a weird look.
"What kind of surprise?" He had his hands behind his back. He smiled. He took his hands out from behind his back. "MY LEATHER JACKET!! Oh. And my shirt and raygun." He handed them to me. "Thank you so much!" My clothes had no blood on it! Blood... blood? I shot and killed a person. My good mood turned bad. He saw my smile turn into a frown.
"What's wrong?" He asked full of worry.
"I killed someone yesterday. Or was it earlier today? No matter. I killed someone. Now, I'm just as bad as BL/Ind." I put my shirt on. I didn't mind being in only a bandage (and pants) around Dr.D. He's a doctor! He fixed me! Almost pedo-like. He saw me without a shirt... and bra for that matter. Ewww. I put my raygun back in its holster. I put my leather jacket on, too. Once I did that, he patted my shoulder.
"I'm sorry, kid." I heard more footsteps. Apparently, he did, too. They walked back in. They didn't have a shirt with them.
"Oh hay dair, guys!" They didn't say anything. They just gave me mean looks. "Fine! Don't say hi to me! Be rude! Ok! Continue making mean faces at me. Whatever!" Dr.D looked confused. He looked from them to me and then to them again. He shook his head and walked out. I think I heard him mumble something about how wrong this situationg looked. I smiled.
"So. You really ARE a double agent."
"Again. I say you are clueless, Party. Who told you this?" He didn't answer. He was hesitant.
"Hesitant. You're hesitant. That means you are TEMPTED to tell me, but you know better. That means that it's not Ghoul, Kobra, or Jet. So it must be either Show or Death." I looked at them both.
"Woah woah woah! Don't be jumping to conclusions now!" Party said loudly. Not a shout, but loud.
"Well, if you don't tell me, I have to jump to conclusions. Just tell me. Does it look like I'm in any shape to attack that person?" He looked at me, then at everyone else.
"Death." I listened hard when he answered. He was telling the truth. It makes sense. He IS like me.
"Well, that's no surprise. Death. What's your real fake name?" He looked confused.
"What are you talking about? I told you the first day we met." His voice was perfect. Not perfect enought thuogh.
"No. You told me your fake fake name. Black Death was a lie. I could tell. You may or may not have known that I was lying about MY name. I know that you're like me. You manipulate people. You don't trust anyone. You took what I said to myself out of contex on purpose. You wanted something out of it. What it is. I don't know. Ghoul. What's his full name?" He didn't want to say anything, but he did anyway.
"Brilliant Death." I smiled at his astonishment towards my knowledge of him.
"Why are you so surprised? I just told you that I'm just like you. My name name is Shooting Star. Nice to meet ya!" It was silent in the room. "I win! Yay!"
"No. You didn't. There's one thing you don't know." He countered me.
"Well. If I don't know now, I will later. I won't prod it out of you NOW, but I will get you to say at one point in time or another." I pulled the blanket off me. I dangled my legs off the bed. I slid down slowly onto my feet. Pain erupted in my chest, but I didn't mind. "You guys have issues. You're too quiet. You need to be loud but in a good way like me." I gripped onto the bed to help keep me balanced as I walked away. I can do this. I walked out of the room toward the diner. I'm going to have to leave soon...

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-Shooting Star