I stared up at the rage in his face, a chill running up and down my spine as I realized it was the same face every other soldier had made while they pointed their gun at me. It was the hateful face of Dr. Brown. I was on my hands and knees, dodging the large explosions which erupted from the spout of his gun one after another. The population of the room was thinning immensely. Good men and women from both sides were falling left and right. But there was no time to mourn the loss because it would distract you from the present. There wasn’t a moment to rest or to watch, or to cry. I was one of just ten people left still standing. We had entered with over double that amount and the thought that no one would be returning home hung over the fight like a hazy fog. Every action, every movement, every thought, and every moment was packed with every last ounce of our dying strength. “If I’m dying here,” I said to the man who shot yet another exploding rocket just a few feet to the right of where I laid, helplessly avoiding his shots, “so are you,” I growled through quenched teeth and rolled back to gain the momentum I needed. I then pushed the weight of my body onto my arms and propelled myself into the air. I grabbed the large gun he held and yanked it out of his flimsy arms as I landed behind him. I lifted the overly complicated and doubtlessly expensive weapon into the air and brought it down upon him with the force of the months of rage I had built up over the time I had spent locked up like an animal. He crashed to the floor, limp and unconscious.
“Another down,” I muttered to myself and turned around to count the remaining soldiers, wincing at the number. “Fifteen to go,” I sighed and quickly scanned for the member of my team who seemed to need the most help at the moment. My eyes fell upon a young boy around Charlie’s age who was named Jake. He had electric yellow hair and could control the weather. It appeared he had been cornered by several soldiers in his attempt to reach a gun which laid a few feet away from him. He continuously glanced at it while also awkwardly doing his best to will the strangely shaped cloud he had conjured to release a strike of lightning. I chuckled and grabbed the man’s large gun before jumping into the air and flying to Jake’s rescue. Jake saw me from where he was and let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank God,” he whispered, watching me. I hovered above for a moment, trying to find out what in the world made the gun fire. Seeing as nothing was working, I landed behind the long line of angered soldiers and brought the horribly complicated gun above my head. I did my best not to laugh at the horror on Jake’s face as I brought the gun crashing down on each of the soldiers. They flew to the side as I threw the gun down and blasted the first few soldiers I could see with the built-up pressure in the palm of my hand. I heard a screech as someone behind me dove for the gun but the time to look behind me and discover who had made the noise was nonexistent, as the soldiers I had missed were beginning to stand. I was just about to blast them once more when I heard Jake’s voice from behind. “Duck!” he screamed. I did as I was told and watched as Jake managed to shoot a laser from the tip of the elegant-looking gun. I watched in awe as the bright green streak disarmed and decapitated the soldiers. I gagged as the soldiers fell to the floor. I turned to Jake, who seemed to be stroking the weapon. “What were you thinking?” he asked me angrily.
I stared at him for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “Uh, that I had to save your life,” I said truthfully, a twinge of sarcasm seeping into my voice.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked.
“A big gun,” I said, thinking the answer was rather obvious.
He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand and shook his head, disgusted at me. “No,” he said. “This is a one-of-a-kind, limited edition, top-secret, Mortifer T100,” he whisper- yelled. “And you just slammed it against people without even trying to get it to work,” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, because you got yourself in the kind of situation where I couldn’t take time to worry about making it work,” I said irritably. He scoffed and looked around, his face lighting up with terror.
“Fu-” he looked at me guiltily. “Dge.”
“What?” I asked, glancing around. I suddenly saw what he did. “Fudge.”