There were three people left. Me, Quantum Flare, and Molybdenum. I gritted my teeth. So this would be how it would go down. I reached for my Vector, to scout the area, but then remembered that I had traded it for 5 MIRV grenades. Dang it! Was it really that good of a trade late game? "Dude." Quantum poked me.

"Uh-huh?" I was still partially lost in my thoughts.

"Look."

"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled.

"No, look!" He insisted.

I turned around, and saw a gun pointing straight at us. "Huh?" I narrowed my eyes, backing up a bit.

Quantum Flare didn't seem to notice me, much less anything, except for the floating gun. "You… Molybdenum." He spat out the word as if he had a mouthful of venom.

He brought out a gun, but it was nothing that I had seen before. It was all black, with a white sliver near Quantum Flare. "Ahh…" The gun suddenly moved. "So you've switched back to your old ways, Flare. A good old USAS to do the trick?"

Quantum Flare glowered. "Don't call me that. You know that those times are ov-" He was cut off by a grunting noise.

"One… Sec…" the gun said. "I've got to get this damned suit off."

Suddenly, I knew. The gun wasn't a gun at all. It was the other player, Molybdenum. And he had a ghillie suit. Or rather, was taking one off. "Don't waste my time." Quantum Flare threatened, letting loose a blast from his gun.

It exploded, letting loose ten shrapnels. "What the…?" I exclaimed. "That's not a… a USAS, is it?"

I stumbled backwards. "Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope."

"Oh, yes." Molybdenum said. "That man's got a USAS, and he's not afraid to use it."

I gritted my teeth. Molybdenum must have an illegal gun of some kind, for Quantum Flare to pull out a USAS. "Nope." He said, picking it right out of my thoughts. "I've got an AWM-S, a perfectly normal gun. And also," He said, addressing Quantum Flare, "I call dibs on her." He started toward me.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll blow your head off." I warned, holding up a MIRV grenade. "Creep." I added under my breath.

"Ooh, I like this one." Molybdenum grinned. "Feisty."

"Just let her go. I don't have any conflict with you." Quantum Flare sighed.

Oh well, here goes nothing. I chucked the MIRV grenade at him, pulling the pin at the last moment. "No, Elisa! Don't…" Quantum Flare yelled.

Huh? Weren't MIRV grenades used to kill other people? Then I looked up. Yup, that definitely was a mistake. Molybdenum had grabbed the grenade, and threw it back toward me. No, not me, Quantum Flare. "No! Ru-"

My protest was cut short with a loud bang, and with me flying backwards. After the other, secondary grenades exploded, all was quiet. Except for one, haunting, ding.

I was going to murder that person. I looked around, for him, but he seemed to have disappeared with the grenade blast. "Where is that bugger." I muttered, eyes searching the battlefield.

The red mist had closed in, with the space as big as the eye could see. So not very far, to be honest. The thing was, I still couldn't find Molybdenum, so I walked around the perimeter, M416 at the ready. Just then, a poof sounded behind me. "Ah!" I yelled, spinning around.

The area was suddenly clouded with smog. "Ugh.." My eyes watered.

At least now I knew that somebody was here. I started to fire, spinning around so that it would be very likely that I would hit Molybdenum. After a while, a click sounded. I tried to push the trigger, but an empty tick rang out. "Crap." I blurted.

I had ran out of ammo. I threw my gun away, knowing it would only weigh me down, and held up my fists. Soon enough, the smoke cleared. And Molybdenum was standing right in front of me.

I leaped at him, grabbing a flare in the motion. The orange block reminded me of Quantum Flare, and I drooped a bit. Was he watching me, right now? Then I hardened myself, knowing that if he were, he would want me to defeat this bloke. As I was in this thought process, Molybdenum was just standing there, with a wry smile. "So, Ellie, what are you going to do now?"

I gritted my teeth. "Don't… Call… Me that."

He looked around. "Oh, well. It seems like I'm busy. Toodle-oo."

He started walking toward an oil barrel. "Huh?" I asked. "What are you doing?"

He didn't reply, just kept on walking. In his stride, he pulled out two guns. "They're dual glocks." He said absentmindedly, picking the question right out my thoughts.

"What… Are you gonna do?" I remarked.

He kept on walking. When he reached the barrel, he started shooting it, point blank. "No, if you do that, you'll kill yourself!" I yelled.

Was he mentally damaged? "Exactly." He smiled that annoying smile once again and the oil barrel exploded, his body dropping nothing.

'Chicken Dinner!' The sign read. It had dropped in from the sky. "Two kills" It proudly announced. "168 damage dealt, 98 damage taken." "Survived 5 minutes, 34 seconds." "Really?" I thought. All that killing had only taken 5 minutes? Five minutes for 79 people to die? Now what? I looked around, and noticed that the red mist had stopped moving in, and it was deadly quiet. What was going to happen now? I closed my eyes and flopped on the grass. Today was a long day. And also, I was getting pretty sleepy. I yawned, then curled up on the grass and went to sleep. Little did I know, in the red zone, there was a figure in a crisp gray suit, watching me.