Suddenly, there was a huge crashing sound. Smoke filled the room. Outside of the huge hole in the wall was a small air shuttle. The door opened on the shuttle. There was a silhouette of a person in the doorway. It spoke to me.
"Come on," it said. "I'll get you out of here." I recognized the voice. I hadn't heard it in six months. The silhouette threw me a gun. Not just any gun; a modified chain gun. Last time a shot that gun, I was in the fifth grade. I'm now in the seventh, so that was a while ago. I cocked the gun. T's guards came running into the room. I aimed the gun as they started to run away. T ran into the door. He looked at me in disbelief. I pointed the gun at him.
"Well, T," I said. "I don't care if you are immortal; I'm still going to pump you full of lead." I pulled the trigger. The gun started shooting hundreds of bullets per second. T tried to turn around, but couldn't. He skin started to peel off of his bones as the bullets tore him to shreds. He screamed in extreme pain as he fell to the ground. The shredded remains of his immortal corpse lied there in front of me. Then, he got back up. His face was seriously deformed.
"I am immortal!" he screamed. I pointed the gun at him.
"No, your not!" I screamed. I pulled the trigger, and shot him out of the window into a pit of lava.