Hi!
Sorry it took so long I have been away from my computer

Random question: did anyone else think of Simon as a blond white guy? For some reason I can't get past thinking of him like that :P

So without further adieu... Here is Chapter 2 of My Angel With a Shotgun!

-SPOV-

I had to tell her. We were leaving in a few hours to investigate an old war building where the Edison Group was last seen. I had to tell her how I felt before it was too late. I found her putting her last gun in place, slipping her black finger-less gloves on. "Kris? Can I talk to you?" My voice wavered, my heart thumping a mile a minuet in my chest. "What's up?" Kris asked, walking over to me. She still had her athletic built but she had a few scars here and there. One running down her neck diagonally. I rubbed my neck, taking a deep breath. Derek would come looking for me in a bit. I had to hurry. "Look, Kris. I just wanted to tell you..." Damn it! What the hell was wrong with me? It was just three simple words right? But I couldn't get them past the lump in my through. "I-I... Uh..." Great. Now I was stuttering. "Simon." Damn it! Derek slipped into the room. All 6' 7 of him in a black uniform like me and Kris. Guns strapped to him and one slugged over his shoulder. "I was wondering where you got to." His voice rumbled, cocking his head. "I was just talking to Kris." I replied. Shooting him a heated glare. "What were you going to tell me?" Kris asked, walking to me. "I just wanted to say I-"

"-love you." I opened my eyes to a dark room. Derek's calm breathing filling my ears. That was the fourth time I had that dream. Throwing the comforter aside I stood up and walked out of the room as quiet as possible. I slowly made my way down the dark hallway to the bathroom for a very hot shower. Closing the door, I looked at my reflection. I had grown a few inches in the past four years. Filled out to. My blond hair was still in a buzz cut. Turning the shower on, I sat down to let the water heat up. Once the room was filled with steam I stripped down and stepped under the hot water. I couldn't shake the dream no mater how hard I tried. I slowly washed my hair before drying off. I walked past the room I shared with Derek and to the kitchen. It wasn't that I was hungry, I just needed to do something. Grabbing an apple, I sat down and ate in silence. "Couldn't sleep either?" Derek's voice rumbled before he walked in. Scratching his bare chest. "Bad dream." I grumbled, mindlessly eating my apple. Derek sat down across from me. His eye's dark. "What were you going to tell Kris." I choked on the bit I was chewing on, gasping for air. "W-What?" I wheezed, looking at him with wide eyes. "The night before... What were you going to tell her?" I rubbed my neck, twiddling with the apple remains in my hand. "That I... Loved her." Now it was Derek's turn to look surprised. "Oh..." The emotionless mask slipped on like a switch. "What about you? What woke you up?" I asked him. "Nightmare that the EG took Chloe." Just like Derek. Not the 'let you down gently.' The 'rip the bandage off.' We just sat there and talked until the sun came up. "I'm going to take a shower." I nodded as Derek stood and walked out. I could faintly hear Chloe and Tori moving around upstairs. I through the apple core away and made my way outside. Perineal was sitting there. She has been all night. Her skin was very pale, hair hanging in front of her face. "Perineal?" I asked gently, sitting next to her. "I miss her Simon..." I rapped my arm around her shoulder and pressed her against my side for warmth. "I know. I miss her to." She was shivering. "I wish I could have done something. I really do Perineal." She nodded, keeping her eyes locked on the ground. "She could come back. Chloe can see her now." Her face brightened just a little before she nodded. "Ya..."

-KPOV-(dun duuuuuuuh!)

Pain. Nothing but pain. I couldn't make myself to move even an inch. I remember. It played like a movie in the back of my mind over and over. Me, Simon, and Derek surrounding a EG guard before a shot ran out. Not two seconds later pain racked my body and plummeting me into darkness. Then I'd see it again and again. I wasn't dead. At lest I don't think I was. I could still feel my heart beat in my chest. A calming dung, dung in my chest. A few of my senses were working. I could faintly hear people talking. I could feel binds on my arms and legs. One across my abdomen. But I couldn't move or open my eyes to drink in my surroundings. I had to get out. I had to get back to the others. To my sister. Perineal. Oh hell. She must be so shitting mad at me. A voice snapped my attention. The words ringing in my mind. "Wake her up." Was I asleep or something? Is that why I couldn't move? A small pain hit my arm. With a great amount of effort, I peeled my eyes open. Feeling like they were stitched closed. I stared at blinding white light before my eyes adjusted and I could look around. I was in a bed in a 14 by 30 foot room with baby blue walls. It looked like a hospitable room. I was hooked up to a heart monitor. My whole body was stiff making it impossible to do anything but rotate my head to look around. Two men stood at the foot of my bed. One looked to be a year older than me. The other about 60 years old. "Good. Your awake." The older man rasped. Nothing about him seemed friendly. His eyes dug into mine. Dark anger flowing in his dark brown depths. I narrowed my eyes at him. "You were shot by our sniper. You're in our medical building and our care. I would drop the glare if I were you." The younger one told me. Just voice wasn't as harsh but his eyes just as anger filled. My blood chilled. Edison Group. I'm back in the twisted hands of the Edison Group. Oh f-

-TPOV-

I narrowed my eyes out the window. Simon had his arm around Perineal. Talking to my girlfriend. MY girlfriend. Not his! I growled and stormed into the kitchen. Wolf boy was in the shower. Skittish Chloe was getting dressed. Simon getting to fucking comfortable with my girl. I will have to talk to Perineal later.