Monster

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Yeah! The thirteenth chapter! I think there might be fifteen or twenty overall, I don't know.

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Sorry for the short, LATE chapter - from now on, updates will be every two to three days; I do actually have things to do in the summer holidays. I am writing as quick as I can!

Thirteen

I ducked, although the bullets were flying right past me. Francis wasn't so lucky. I heard thuds as the tiny projectiles connected with him; slicing through his vest and into his flesh. He staggered back, as if he didn't know what had happened, before looking up at Nick with fire in his eyes. Blood trickled in a thin stream from the corner of his mouth, and the whites of his eyes were stark against the red of his blood. His head was blasted back as a shot connected with his forehead, then he looked up again with blood in a new trail down his cheek.

"I... hate you," I ground out, before falling to his knees. He landed heavily, and blood coated the floor with its viscous pools as he heaved. I heard the faint clink of a shell landing on the floor - and I saw Francis' eyes widen as another round was fired into him. He writhed in agony on the red floor, blood splashing as he moved, and he left scuff marks on the cleaner areas with his bloodstained boots. Nick's chest was heaving with anger, and his hand was shaking so much he used his other hand to steady his aim. Still, however, shots still missed and thudded into the ground around the slumbering forms of our companions. I reached out and tried to shout a warning to them, but my throat was tight and managed only a whimper. I looked desperately at Nick, to plead him with a look to stop this, but he ignored me and fired again. Francis made a choking sound, and blood flowed from his mouth as he twitched. Soon, his movements grew weak, and I saw his strength faltering. I darted forwards, but I slipped in the blood around him, and I opened my mouth to scream as I plummeted towards the dying man. He looked up at me with darkening eyes, and I put my arms out to stop myself as I fell. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and waited for the bloody concrete to connect with my skull.

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I gasped as a felt cold stone met my head. I was lying on the floor - but there was no blood. Casting a glance around the barn, I saw Francis sleeping a distance away, and Nick sitting resolutely in the opposite corner.

"Rochelle, are you alright?" I looked up to see Zoey standing in front of me.

"What...?" I murmured. She looked worried.

"I was about to wake you up for your shift, but you sat up and fell back down. Is your head okay? Shall I take your shift for you?" Zoey was being kind, but I was too dizzy to answer. She sat down next to me, and waited patiently for me to be coherent.

"I-it's okay, Zoey," I stammered. "I'll take my shift. Don't worry," I added when she opened her mouth to protest. She gave me a long, doubtful look, before sighing and nodding wearily.

"I guess," she yawned. "I'll see you in a couple of hours, 'kay?"

"Yeah," I answered distantly.

"Are you sure-"

"Yes! Zoey, get some sleep," I begged. "You have bags under your eyes. Sleep," I repeated when she began to shake her head. She paused, and amusement glimmered in her eyes.

"Okay, Rochelle," she smiled. "I'll see you in a few hours. But if anything goes wrong, don't hesitate to wake us, alright?" I nodded, and she clambered into her sleeping bag. I listened, and her breathing slowed to a quiet snore in a minute. I turned to Nick.

I wouldn't be lying if I said all I'd done for the whole shift was stare at him to make sure he didn't attack us.