Bevens POV
Brett could be dead. I can feel my heart pounding in my head, like a bullet being flown at me.
"Beven!" Brett! He's not dead. I give a smug smile to the girl with a gun pointed directly at my head. She smiles back, why, I don't know.
"He may not be dead now but we can change that so I suggest getting that look off your face unless you want me to take it off for you." I take the smile off my face and stare blankly into her bright, blue eyes. I gulp and take a step back, a small one so she doesn't shoot me.
"What about you, huh? What's your name?"
She pulls a confused look. "Is that really what you're going to ask at a time like this?"
"Uh, yeah! Who wouldn't," I say.
"A soon to be dead asshole," she says.
She is so feisty. Awesome!
My thoughts are interrupted by another gunfire. I smile, "is that seriously the best you can do?"
I hear Brett scream and I turn my head around, sharply. Brett runs down the hallway and stops when he sees the sexy bitch in front of me. Another girl with a gun comes running down the hallway and pauses to trap us both.
So here we are, two men about to be dominated by two girls. Holey crap!
"Now tell us why the fuck you two assholes were shooting at us," says the other girl.
Brett stands up straighter, "Well, why do you two look like the people we were trying to shoot at?"
I slap my hand to my face. Why is he so fucking stupid?
"That doesn't answer our question," says the cute one.
"You're hot," I say out of nowhere. Well that was random.
She stares at me. Well, this is awkward.
"Um..." she finally says.
She clicks a bullet into place. "Just tell me the whimps name."
"Brett. What about you two," asks Brett.
The two girls stare at each other for a moment. "Why should we tell you," says the one that shot Brett between the thumb and index finger.
"Oh, I just want to know your fucking name!" Wow, Brett is weird.
"I'm Liv," says the hot one.
The other one shrugs, "Kristy," she says.
"So who were you's trying to shoot," asks Liv.
I shrug, "we sold some drugs to some faggots and they didn't pay us. We thought they lived here."
Kristy nods. "So you were just two dumbasses who can't track people down?"
I nod and so does Brett.
"But, you know, we're always looking for some allies. You wanna team and kill some motherfuckers?" Brett is really stupid most of the time.
"Um...sure," says Liv.
"Great," I say. "Can you put the guns down now?"
They both nod as they lower their guns.