"This is your fault." The shot rang out like the last beat of a powerful drum. The girl surged forward and caught her friend's lifeless body as it fell. She pulled her close, feeling her blood pool around their knees and the ends of their hair. The girl just held her only female friend as all the blood drained from her face and emptying on the concrete floor. All her precious life's blood spilling onto the unforgiving earth. Glistening in the strained light from the only window in the gray dusty room. The girl pulled the sweat stained forehead of her friend to her own and let out a ragged scream. She was gone. She was gone and it wasn't the dead girl's fault. You could hear the iron hand clamp onto her heart, squeezing tighter every time it tried to beat. You could hear it in her dry sobs. The friend was gone and her life was taken by the crying girl's gun. Her life was taken by the last bullet in the gun when the to-be dead girl pulled the trigger. Nina was gone.
The crying girl heard her partners thundering footfalls as he sprinted into the room. He stopped short, she could hear his accelerated breathing as he stared at the scene before him. His partner embracing the figure of a dark-brown haired, golden eyed, beautiful girl that he had just had the courage to ask on a date. He saw his teammate hugging the form of his bloody, dead girlfriend. And he saw his teammates gun, lying on the ground. The last bullet gone. The back of his eyes burned, tears threatened to spill. The sudden hatred for a girl who he once thought of as a sister covered his face. His tears ran openly down, cutting valleys through the grim on his muscle hardened face. His hand was drawn to the leather holster at his left hip. He flicked it open with his thumb nail and pulled out a shining steel handgun. The crying girl turned around at the noise, the corners of her mouth dragged down, her eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying and her breath raspy from wailing. He payed no attention to that though as he aimed his gun at his ex-friends head, right in between her multicolored eyes.
"You killed her," He whispered, barely audible, "You killed her in cold blood!" He yelled, voice filled with rage and sadness, "See you in hell." And then he shot.
"Cut! That was perfect!" Squealed the director smiling at his cast, "That ends the day off too, so, see y'all tomorrow!" The cast of characters helped one another up smiling at each other. Percy Jackson threw out his hand to his dear friend Piper Mclean, the girl he had just foe shot in the head, and gave her a huge grin,
"That was some acting huh? The way you threw yourself across Hazel here, I thought really she had died!" Percy said smiling and walked over helping their co-star Hazel Levesque to her feet. Hazel stared into his sea-green eyes and laughed.
"You wish Perce! You'd be crying your eyes out right now if that was true." She teased punching him in the arm. Piper just smiled at them both, then started cracking up.
"What!?" The two demanded of her.
"Nothing, nothing. But shouldn't we finish this over pizza and not in fake blood and dirt?" Percy and Hazel looked down at themselves and smirked. Percy looked up with one of the stunning devilish grins the actor/singer was famous for,
"You can," He said, "but I'm in the mood to go scare the crap out of some pizza worker." He still smiled bigger at the look Piper was giving him.
"Bet you ten bucks we can trick someone into thinking that we almost killed Hazel." Piper said smiling at her two friends. They nodded and Hazel sent her a grin that would have made Hades run for cover.
The three friends had been making this movie series since they were twelve, they are on the last movie finally and are each seventeen. After this is done they all planned to go to the same high school as each other in N.Y.C. After all Goode is good.