Characters

Death (Aka: Me as Sylvia): 18. Specializes in dual wielding both swords and guns.

Chloe: 18. Specializes in sniper guns.

Sabrina: 16 ( Chloe's younger sister). Specializes in single swords.

Evelin: 15, specializes in guns.

Chelsea (Aka Chels): 16. Specializes in daggers, and can throw them.

Jake: 17 Specializes in using a crossbow.

Xander: 19 Specializes in mechanics and can use guns.

Enjoy!

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Thoughts

Xander's POV

Pain. All I can really feel is pain and… warmth? Why is it so warm? I shift slightly and open my eyes slowly. I am greeted by the blinding sun as my vision begins to clear.

Where… am I? I shift slightly and flinch from the sharp pain in my torso. Carefully, I manage to pick myself up into sitting position. I take in the fresh smell of water and look around taking in the scenery.

Beautiful…

I look to my left and see fruit next to me. I pick it up and begin to eat it. I lean against the tree and close my eyes, savoring the delicious and sweet fruit. Suddenly, a groan is heard and I flash my eyes open to look to my right. There is a rock and a pair of boots peeking out from the edge.

What is that? How did I not notice that the first time? My curiosity gets the best of me as I carefully make my way towards the rock. Slowly, I walk around it to find a girl with a partially eaten fruit in her hands. Her jet black hair falling into her face slightly hiding her already closed eyes. Is she okay?

I don't move from my spot a few feet away from her. From any spot further than here, she'd look like a normal sleeping girl, but from where I stand, it's visible that she isn't. Sweat beads at her forehead and trails down the side of her face.

I notice the rather large blood stain on a patch of gauze on her shoulder. At her waist were two hand pistols and their holsters. Swords lay next to her legs in the grass. A small package was strapped to her thigh.

She must have been the one to save me. I'll have to thank her later. I move and bend down on my knees next to her. I reach forward and wipe the sweat away gently. I push away her hair away from her face. The girl tenses almost as if she was awake. Sharp sense?

I move my gaze away from her face and to her wound. I push her hair away and look at the growing stain. Worry creases my forehead. A place my hand on the blade of her shoulder. In a flash, I'm on my back on the grass, with her sitting on top of me. Her frantic gray eyes stared down at me as she panted with a gun held to my forehead. I stay still. My heart beats erratically as I wait.

Sylvia's POV

In her dream

I look past the trees as the wind blows in my hair. My short little 10 year old legs running as fast as they can. Fear clawing at my heart as tears prick my eyes. My vision gets blurry and I trip over a root. I cry softly and pick myself up slowly.

Mommy… Daddy…

I limp over to a tree nearby and sit down. I bring my knees to my chest and bury my face in them, ignoring the pain. I cry into them not caring who heard me. Suddenly a hollow groan is heard as and rotting hand is placed on my shoulder.

I scream and everything goes black.

End of dream

I spring up, gun in hand and sit on the figure that had put their hand on me. My vision hazy, as my muscles scream in protest with my shoulder burning. My breathing coming out in short, ragged breaths.

It occurs to me that the figure has not fought back. It's breathing but still, unmoving. Calm down. There is a explanation to this. I close my eyes and relax my shoulders slightly, still holding the gun up. I take a few deep breaths as sweat beads slides down my face. I open my eyes, to look down at the boy I helped early.

Normal POV

Her eyes widen in shock as it registers in her head. She was not in danger, and she is sitting on someone. She stumbles off the boy's body as he visibly relaxes and closes his eyes in relief. She places her gun back and runs a hand through her hair while watching him from the corner of her eye. She sighs. I have some explaining to do. She thought bitterly.

He relaxes as she gets off him. The tension and pressure gone from the wound on his stomach. He turns his head to the girl and watches as the girl is in deep thought as she runs a hand through her hair. Her lavender ends spiking and cutting through the air.

She turns to stare at him with a calm emotionless face. Completely contrasting with what he had seen before. She stares at him with sharp gray eyes, that seemed to have darkened, intensifying the solemn look on her face. He sits up slowly flinching as he did, but not once looking away from her eyes. Her gaze flickers to his stomach then back to his crystal blue eyes.

"How is that holding up? Comfortable?" She asks in a quiet tone. Her hands clenched at her lap. He notices but nods. "It's doing good. I'm doing better. Thank you for saving me,..." He trails off slightly realizing he doesn't know her name. "Sylvia." She finishes for him quietly. He nods. "Thank you, Sylvia."

The look on her face softens as she looks at him. "No problem." She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. He stands slowly and watches her. She stands her legs wobbling dangerously as she stumbles slightly. He quickly reaches out and steadies her against him. "Thank you." She mumbles softly and reaches for her swords.

She straps them carefully to her back and flinch slightly while holding her shoulder. She turns to him. "Do you have somewhere to stay?" His eyes darken as if remembering what happened. He shakes his head no. She noticed his eyes and decides not to press it. "Follow me."

She turns away and begins walking slowly. He follows after her. "Xander."

She turns to look at him without stopping her pace. "My name is Xander." She nods her head, and continues to lead him through the forest.