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I wandered around a bit more, when I found a crate half submerged in the water. I frowned. Should I take it? Oh, well, no harm in trying, amerite? I broke it apart, finding nothing but an "M416" (with ammo), "Water Elemental," and a "Drowned Karambit. The Karambit was a knife with a hooked edge, and a bluish tinge to it. "Should I take the Water Elemental?" I murmured, holding the shirt up.

Oh well, I must suffer for fashion. It was actually a pretty neat shirt, with a gradient blue starting at the right side. I threw the carbon fiber off, (okay, it might have taken a bit more than one try to get off) and fitted the Water Elemental on. Thankfully, it was not made of spandex, unlike the Carbon Fiber. The material was a mix of polyester and nylon, perfect for swimming. I also nicked the Drowned Karambit, putting it in my sack. Then I held up the M416. It was a gun that used green ammo, common enough that nobody had talked about in the academy, but not too common so that it would be in the same rating as the "M9". I took it, just in case, along with the ammo. I looked around for more things to loot, but I found nothing. Just then, I saw a translucent red mist seeping about. I looked around, But the only side I saw it on was my left. The thing was, it was perfectly aligned. It was moving at the speed of… well… A bit faster than somebody in water. I racked my brain, trying to remember if anybody at the academy had mentioned it, but I had nothing. Oh well, the only was you could learn was hands on, right? I stepped into the mist. And immediately started choking.

According to Quantum Flare, the gas was poisonous, to group people tighter and tighter until they would face off. "It's a genius idea, really." He said.

Here's a little rundown of what had happened: After I stumbled around for a bit, I got my bearings together and ran back. I kept on sprinting, until I looked back. The red mist was nowhere to be found. I took a deep breath. Should I go back to chase it, or not? I sighed, and went back. One of these days, my curiosity was going to get the better of me. As I neared the "red zone" as I called it, I found Quantum Flare. Back to the present, now. I looked up and saw the number 20. Below it, in a smaller font, it read "alive." So 18 people alive, excluding the two of us. "What guns do you have?" Quantum Flare asked, off-handedly.

"Um… I have a 'M416', and the 'Vector' from before." I responded. "Do you want to trade?"

His face broke into a grin. "How about… The Vector for five MIRV grenades?"

MIRV grenades… MIRV grenades… What were they again? "Oh yeah, MIRV grenades!" I exclaimed out loud.

"Uhh… Yeah. MIRV grenades. They explode into secondary, smaller bombs."

Was it worth it? I pondered the question for a bit, then shrugged. "I'll think about it."

Suddenly, he grabbed my shoulder. "What's your problem, dude? Didn't your mother teach you not to hit girls?" I snapped.

"We've got a bigger issue than that." He whispered. "We're in enemy territory."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"This place is where the 'Try-hards' hang out." He muttered.

"Try...Hards? What are those? People who try hard?"

"Too hard." He said, glaring at the building.

Obviously, he had a vendetta against these characters.

Just then, more dings rang from above.

"Molybdenum killed noobie with M1100."

Molybdenum killed TEAMPLEZ with M1100."

Molybdenum killed totallyNotTrying with M1100."

Molybdenum killed Absolute_pro with M1100."

We looked at each other, then shrugged. "Here-watch this" I said, pulling out my Vector. "I'll show you and your MIRV grenades what a real kill spree looks like."

Just as I said it, I regretted two things. First, the look on his face when I said it, a hurt expression. The other thing was how easily the word 'kill' rolled off my tongue. Quantum sat down, under a bush. "Be my guest." He replied, hooking his hands together behind his head.

I sauntered to the entrance of the bunker. "Oi!" I yelled, a bit too cockily. "Y'all're going down!"

I let loose a few shots, but immediately regretted it. "Crap, crap, crap." The knockback was serious on this SMG. And for all that knockback, all I got was a "Mosin-Nagant" shot square in the chest. "Ow!" I yelled.

It felt like somebody had ran a battering ram straight through my ribcage. "Ahhhh….." I moaned.

"Not so successful after all?" Quantum Flare said, smirking.

"Shut up." I mumbled.

"Here, take this."

He threw a box with a plus sign on it, and with that, marched off to the base.

"How am I supposed to use this?" I wondered out loud.

I tried opening it up, but no luck there. Then I tried to stick it on my chest. Nada. Then my hand. Then my head. After that, I was getting desperate. I mean, I was going to die! I tried to go up to Quantum Flare, but he was still in the base. At that moment, he popped out, looking a bit worse for wear. "No luck?" I asked, all my wit gone with my health.

He merely smiled, then threw a pill-shaped object into the base. "What are you doing?" I asked.

Instantly, a loud bang resounded. "What the…" I yelled over the noise.

Then it happened again, except now a bit quieter. A crap ton of dings started.

"Quantum Flare killed asdjhyasgd with MIRV grenade."

"Quantum Flare killed cowsrgood with MIRV grenade."

"Quantum Flare killed MosinOP with MIRV grenade."

"Quantum Flare killed F_To_pay_res. with MIRV grenade."

"Quantum Flare killed themself with MIRV grenade."

"Okay, okay. I get it." I hissed. "Anyway," I continued in a lighter tone, "How do you use this?" I raised the plus sign box.

He grinned. "Oh, you eat it."