The Barson Daily prompt: Surrender
He found himself staring down the barrel of the gun, flat on his back, no choice but to surrender. He tried to put up a good fight. He ran and hid and tried to lose the guys who were hot on his heels, but in the end, they took him down. In the end, he found himself surrounded by the gang that had targeted him. He closed his eyes, raised his hands slightly and yelled "tell Olivia I love her" when he took two to the chest at point blank range.
He laid still as a dark shadow started to cover him. He opened one eye, seeing his assailant hovering over him.
"Mom says you are very dramatic."
"Noah, I thought we agreed that sometimes mom overstates things." Noah shrugged at him and took off, grabbing the two Nerf bullets that had fallen to his side. Rafael pushed himself off the ground, turning to see Olivia staring at him from the picnic table, arms crossed. He walked over, picking grass out of his hair and off his shoulder.
"I told you not to get into a Nerf fight with Noah and his friends from school. They are brutal." He slid in next to her on the bench, throwing his arm over her shoulder. "No kidding."
She glanced over and smiled. "I may have buried the lead. They always target the adults first. Why do you think the rest of us are sitting it out?"