[Author's note: Awesome. New Chapter!...thats all I really have to say. But I must say, I love Donut's threat.
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Chapter 5, Reconsideration

I could barely sleep that night, and that was a first. Back home, I had never had trouble sleeping no matter what the circumstance. This was a new feeling; I had finally remembered that we were voting on whom to kick out tomorrow, and every possible scenario ran through my head. Crap, I thought. Crap, Crap, Crap. I looked at my small clock. It was 12, nearly 1. Great…just great. I decided to get up and walk a bit. I slipped on my slightly loose red armor, and headed out the door, being cautious not to make the boots clink too much. These reminded me of the annoying ski-boots we had to wear whenever my sister, brother-in-law, and I went up skiing in Montana during Christmas.

The base was dark, save for the light that was coming from my bedroom door. I squinted against the darkness and tried to figure out my surroundings, switching off my light so as to remain inconspicuous. I walked forward, silently, hands in front of me. When my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, I was able to see that the kitchen had a door closed so the base would be dark. I walked over across the kitchen and opened the door, letting the light flow in, blinding me. Bright, painful daylight is never good when your eyes are used to the darkness.

"Ow," I mumbled, as my eyes adjusted to the brightness.

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Sarge stepped out of the bathroom after turning the lights off to see Corey walking out of his room. Eyeing him suspiciously, the older man looked down and mumbled something to himself, deciding to follow the younger boy to wherever he was going.

"What the hell is he doin' now." Sarge mumbled, not really wanting to move around much. Yet he felt it was his duty to see if this kid was a spy once and for all! Following the teenager, Sarge went through the hall and into the rec room, his fuzzy red slippers making no noise as he walked. Trying to be as quiet as he could, Sarge stepped back behind the wall just before the kitchen, where he saw Corey opening the door to the outside. The older man couldn't help but shield his eyes against the glare from outside. He never understood why this damned canyon couldn't have a nighttime. It was just sun 24/7, with the occasional showers.

When his eyes finally adjusted, he ran forward and stopped at the door, looking up as Corey walked up the ramp outside. Sarge snuck up the ramp, a small wind fluttering his white tank-top and red pants. He leaned on the wall of the ramp, yawning widely, and rubbing his eyes. It was so early…and so bright.

"Oh," said the young boy Sarge had been spying on, "Hey Donut."

"Corey!" Donut cried, a sound of armor scratching on concrete was heard; Donut had been sitting.

"Slacker." Sarge mumbled silently.

"What're you doing up so late?" The pink armored one asked.

The younger boy shrugged. "I couldn't sleep."

Sarge poked his head just a little but up, trying to see what exactly was happening. Corey was in his armor for some reason, and Donut was still in his own armor, except for the helmet. If it weren't for the fact that Corey was so young, Sarge might've guessed that they were possibly related. Who knows, maybe they were for all he knew. Sarge knew little about his soldiers, he simply gave them orders and they did as they were told. Well, not always, but still.

"Oh. Well, it isn't any more fun up here then it is down there, believe me," Donut replied, mumbling a bit. Sarge looked back to see his shotgun was on the table. He checked back to the others and quickly went down to grab it. He didn't cock it, just kept it with him. Sarge, for once, was actually thankful he didn't have armor on. If he had, it might've alerted these two to his presence.

"Look. I need to talk to you about something." Corey said, leaning back on a pillar.

"Yeah?"

"Well…" Corey gave a small pause, whether it was from nervousness or for a dramatic sense. Either way would work for Sarge, he didn't care. "I think I will be joining the Blue team."

"What!?"

Sarge instantly jumped into action; He knew this annoying adolescent was a spy! He jumped up, shouting, "AHA!" cocking his gun and pointing it at the new kid. "I knew you were a dirty Blue!" he said, staring at the kid through his scope. Donut and Corey both stared at the older man, stunned.

"Sarge—"

"Shaddap, princess." Sarge growled angrily, moving in closer to the soon-to-be-dead teenager. Corey glanced around, wide-eyed, before running quickly to his side, towards Donut. Sarge fired his gun, the loud blast hitting the pillar and shattering a chunk out of it. Sarge growled angrily, and cocked his rifle again. He always hated traitors, even if they were minors.

Corey jumped onto the ground, and grabbed Donut's pistol that was lying on the ground by Donut's feet. Corey was up in a second, stumbling a bit at first, and then pointing the gun with shaking hands.

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I looked at Donut for a second; the gun was vibrating in my hands, finger on the trigger. I didn't want to shoot Sarge, really, but honestly, if it came down to me or him, I would rather it be him. He was an asshole anyway. I have never shot a gun before, I reminded myself. Nor have I even held a gun, so what the hell am I going to do?

"Okay, you two…just…calm down." Donut said, walking in between me and Sarge. "Put the guns down and play nice!"

I looked at Donut, and sighed, dropping the gun to my side. Sarge didn't move. Donut looked at Sarge with a disapproving look. "Sa-arge. Put the gun down."

Sarge glared at Donut, "And let tha' damn Blue shoot me? I don' think so."

"I'm not a blue!" I said loudly. This man's assumptions had gotten on my last nerve. Prejudice was bad in any way in my opinion, and I couldn't stand it. Going to a school that was full of it for 3 years had made me angry at it enough, I didn't deal with it.

"Don't try an' lie to me!" Sarge shouted, "I just saw you plotting with Donut to betray us all!"

"I was not!"

"Yes you were!"

"No I wasn't!"

"Yes you were!"

"No I wasn't!"

"Yes you were!!"

"No I wasn't!!"

That enlightening conversation went on for a bit more, until we were both nearly screaming at the top of our lungs, before I finally shouted, "Enough!"

That was when Simmons apparently had woken up. "What is going on out here--" he said, letting the question die when he saw me pull up my gun a bit, pointing at Simmons. I looked at him, and then moved the gun quickly towards Sarge, since he was the one with the actual weapon. Simmons looked, a bit wide-eyed, at the two of us. "What the hell is going on here?!"

Ignoring Simmons, I glared at Sarge. "You and I both know that you're going to make Simmons and Grif vote for me, so I figure I might as well get out while I can. Am I right?"

"Damn right!" Sarge said.

"I rest my case." I looked over to Donut, then Simmons, and last to Sarge. "I'm leaving now."

Donut looked at me pleadingly, obviously not wanting me to go. I was too annoyed to care though, because I was gone. I went down the ramp and was gone. I walked down the ramp backwards to make sure Sarge didn't shoot me in the spine. When I was down on the warm dirt, however, I turned my back and headed toward the caves.

Simmons looked back and forth from Donut to Sarge, I noticed, and only as I started out did I hear him start to talk. It was apparent he wanted to get filled in. Sarge could probably do that well.

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Donut was sitting in the rec room, angered. Sarge had done all of this with his Blue-hatred! Really, Donut liked most of the Blues. That Caboose guy was alright, really. If it weren't for the fact that he would be shot, he would join the blues, probably. He didn't want to be shot. That would be bad. Despite how much everyone seemed to dislike him, however, Donut remained the optimist he was and tried to be kind.

The more he thought about it, the more he didn't want Corey to leave. After all, he was the only one in the base who wasn't a murder-obsessed weird person, crazy geek-computer person, or lazy asshat…or a Spanish robot that didn't speak English.

Donut stood up, looked around, and walked through the kitchen, making his decision. Soon he was out of the base; Donut looked around, looking for the younger person he wanted to convince to come back to their Box-canyon home.

Walking out of the Base, he was glad that no one bothered to ask where exactly he was going, because they probably wouldn't like it. Sarge for sure would either force him to stay or shoot him, or possibly even order Lopez to poison his next meal. Something like that, anyway. Grif would probably make some gay joke, and smoke a cigarette, and Simmons probably wouldn't care one way or another but still ask questions.

Looking around, Donut was able to spot the red armor a few kilometers away. He hadn't gotten far, actually. The boy was near the caves, so Donut ran, until he finally was able to catch up to the teenager. He was tired, panting when he finally reached his destination.

"Corey!" Donut called. The younger blonde turned with a surprised look at Donut.

"Donut, what are you doing here?"

"I came to drag you back to base!" Donut said, grinning. He was going to be resilient if he had to, and he probably had to.

Corey raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Oh, really."

"Yeah, really!" Donut replied. There was a small pause, when Donut asked, "Please come back?"

"Just to be kicked out? I don't think so," Corey responded flatly. Corey was rather stubborn when he wanted be, and this was one of those times. He had made up his mind, after all.

"Oh, stop being so moody! Just give 'em one more chance! Pleeeeaaaaasse?!"

"Well—"

"Please please please please please please please please pleeeeeaaaasssse!"

Corey couldn't help but laugh at Donut's begging, then turning that good mood into a sigh. "I don't know."

Donut's pleading expression suddenly turned to frustration, and then threatening. "I will curl your hair if you don't come." He said, pointing at Corey's rather straight hair.

Corey stared, mortified at such a thought. "…what?"

"I have a curling iron in my dresser. I will go get it and hunt you down, and curl your hair in your sleep, and it won't come out."

Corey, wide-eyed, realized Donut was serious. He glanced up at his hair, liking the dark blonde strands to stay nice and straight. He didn't like curly hair, and it was even worse on himself.

"Alright, fine." Corey responded finally. "Let's go."

"Yay!" Donut cheered, following Corey toward the Red Base.