I knew Marcela wasn't sane, but this was something of a different level.

A gun. Something that I never thought in a million years I'd be face to face with.

I never really understood the saying 'Your life flashes before you eyes', but now standing here a gun pointed straight at me; I was beginning to understand.

No one said anything. I don't know why but I thought Wolf would have said something. Unfortunately he didn't, he just stared.

Thoughts raced through my head in a disorderly fashion. Why did she have a gun? Where did she get it? I'm going to die. Would she really shoot me?

My heart was pounding against my chest, and it hurt. I didn't move a muscle. I didn't shift my eyes anywhere else. I felt like if I made a movement she would shoot.

"Scared Win-win." She smiled sickly.

I didn't answer, I felt the urge to throw up again. I wanted to sit, before I collapsed on the ground.

"Say something before I put a bullet into your head." She hissed.

My throat was dry, I stuttered out a word I had been saying a lot.

"Please."

"Your an amazing actress I'll give you that, your good at building suspense."

I felt nausea, I put my hands up to my chest.

Someone walked behind me. It was him I just knew it. He touched my hand causing me to flinch. Something was then put into my hand, I wasn't sure what it was.

He held his hands over mine. Marcela narrowed her eyes.

"What's behind your back."

I pulled my hands away from my back, and brought it out into sight. I was horrified when I was met with a small, gray gun.

I was surprised when I didn't drop it and scream. I just held it and stared down. My hands began to shake vigorously.

I knew in my head that this situation would not end well. However, I also knew that I had to save myself. I found myself stuck, trapped with something that no one should ever have to experience. I couldn't predict what was going to happen in the future. I didn't know if Marcela was going to shoot or not.

I didn't know how to use a gun. I know there was a safety on it, but that was it. It felt so uneasy. I didn't expect to feel this way. I always supposed people would feel so much power with a gun. Knowing you have a weapon to protect yourself or unfortunately to harm others. This didn't feel right though, it felt ghastly uncomfortable.

I glanced up to Marcela. She wasn't looking in my direction, instead her eyes were looking blankly at the gun.

"Oh, so now your gonna shoot me. Go ahead and do it then." She smiled maliciously.

She knew I wasn't going to do anything, I knew I wasn't going to do anything. I mean I thought I wasn't going to do anything. However, I suddenly found myself rising the gun to face Marcela. It wasn't strong attempt though, my hands weren't steady.

Marcela rose her eyebrows, faintly amused. I found myself wanting to hurt her, which made me feel strange. Wanting to hurt someone deliberately had never crossed my mind in my fifteen years of living.

A foreign feeling came over me. I felt like I had no control over my body, I felt like I was going to shoot. This wasn't me. I wasn't putting my hand over the trigger. I didn't, no, I wasn't the one, who- who pulled the trigger.

The moment I pulled the trigger, time seemed to move in slow motion. I closed my eyes, regretting my actions immediately after they were done. I waited for the impact of the gun, the screaming, the chaos.

Yet, I was met with nothing. Nothing happened, no noises. I opened my eyes, in pure confusion. I looked down at the gun. What happened? My immediate thought was that there was no bullets in the gun. My heart sunk down to my stomach.

I looked up toward Marcela. She pointed her gun toward. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact, but I never felt it. Someone pushed me and then I felt someone pull me backwards. The pull was so rough It caused my feet to leave the ground.

I heard bullets flying, and ear piercing screaming. I felt as though I was flying, only to come back to reality when I came crashing onto the ground. I felt immense pain reach my head. I opened my eyes, to discover my vision had blurred. I blinked a couple times to get it back to normal.

I stood up to see across the room, Marcela being held back by Dark, Wolf, and Arlo. She made eye contact with me, and I saw the raging fire in her eyes. She elbowed Arlo in the stomach, causing him to release her hand. She pointed the gun at me, and fired three bullets.

I ducked, and hid behind the table. I heard another set of bullets fire, then a scream. I knew it wasn't Marcela, because the voice sounded masculine. I peered out slightly to see who had been it. My eyes wide in surprise to see Arlo clutching his bad leg in agony.

The expression on his face said it all. He was in an incredible amount of pain. What put me in the most amount of shock was to see Marcela still trying to break free out of Dark and Wolf's grip. Wolf had pried the gun out of her hands and she was still trying to take it back.

Not even a tiny sum of care or shock in what she had done to her friend. That was enough to push me over the edge. Enough was enough. I moved away from the wall, still on the ground. My vision was still not completely restored, but I could see enough. I directed my gun to Marcela left leg and shot.

To my horrific surprise a dart came out, instead of a bullet. To my even more horrifying surprise, I ended up hitting Wolf instead.

My mouth dropped open, while Wolf body collapsed to the ground. I shook my head, there was no time to stall. I shot again despite my startled state. This time I succeeded in hitting Marcela. Her body body fell on top of Wolf's.

I got up of the ground, and stared at the mess. Chairs were flipped, papers were everywhere, and there were bullet holes in the wall.

I heard heavy breathing, and realized it was Arlo. I staggered over to him and fell to the ground, beside him.

"Are you ok?" I asked frantically.

"Are you ok?" He asked me back, smiling faintly. He still held his leg in pain, what confused me was his kindness.

Dark approached us and sat next to me.

"She out of control, this has happened way too many times. Maybe I should just shoot her, and end this now." I whipped my head him.

"W-what, no you can't just shoot someone like that." I stuttered.

"Oh really, and why is that." He stared back. His eyes trained on me. The seas were roaring inside them.

I felt nervous under his glare. "Because it's wrong." I barely whispered.

"So it's wrong to shoot someone?" He asked like he was confused, but I knew he was anything but that.

I nodded.

"So what the hell did you just do ten seconds ago."

I gapped. Realizing how hypocritical I sounded.

"So your the only one allowed to shoot people around here. You shot two people if I'm being accurate."

"I had-"

"Marcela was right, I guess." He wondered out loud.

I scrunched my eyebrows in fear and confusion. I didn't understand, but I knew it wasn't good.

"About what." I asked quietly.

"You are a spy, because there's no way you could have shot that gun like that with no experience. She was also right about your acting skills. Their on point I have to say." He chuckled darkly.

"Wait no let me explain-"

"No, I think you had your time to shine. You know maybe your right, maybe I shouldn't shoot Marcela. Maybe I should shoot you instead."

Arlo hadn't said anything. I looked to the left to see him passed out on the floor. He had lost too much blood.

I was alone, with him. Dark flipped like a switch, he had been somewhat kind to me in the beginning. Now, he was threatening to shoot me.

He grabbed the gun on the floor. The one with bullets and stared at it for a while before putting the front of the gun directly on my forehead.

I tried to get up but he said "Don't move or I'll shoot." he said it in the kindness way ever but yet I knew he was serious. I sat back down.

"You lied, so now you die." He whispered in my ear. I was sickened by the fact that him being so close affected me.

"Are you ready." he asked.

"I -"

Before I could answer a mass of people busted into the room, all armed with weapons. A young woman with black hair looked at both of us and said:

"Release your weapons and put your hands in the air!"