ALL YOU HAVE
Chapter Eight:
Scare
A.N. What's so great about a chapter written in a barn? Simple; it was written in a barn. Don't ask, it's just that I am sitting my grandparent's barn listening to horses eating hay and a fan, as well that soft click of keys.
So far, all's well, except for my games. A major file for Ren'Py got corrupted, so I had to uninstall it and delete the files. Once I re-download Ren'Py, I should be okay though.
Anyway, enough with my ranting!
The sun was starting to set when Mello and I left the base. I kept my hood up, hoping to hide my face. I mean, it's a crowded street, and I mean... KIRA...
Should I have to explain myself any better?
After a while, we ducked into a back alley. "This way's quicker," Mello said, "and there's a group of druggies that are normally up ahead. The more you can avoid them, the better."
As we walked, I kept making a mental map, using as many visual cues as possible. That dumpster had a broken clay flowerpot beside it, that metal trashcan had a huge dent in the side. Of course, I was also making note of each time we turned.
A few minutes later, we showed up outside a run-down apartment complex. "It's not much," Mello said, "but it's still a roof over our heads. Well, technically a floor over out heads, since we're not on the top floor."
"C'mon, let's get going," I laughed slightly, walking towards the door.
Mello and Matt lived on the fourth floor, only one away from the top. "Picked out a high enough apartment?" I growled as we reached the top of the last flight of stairs.
"It's all we could get at the time," Mello replied. "It's probably the worst one in here, so we have cheaper rent. If you stay, you'll have to get used to it."
I nodded in understanding, until the part about staying. After a couple moments, I realized was leaving an open offer for me to move in. I was considering it. When you're basically hiding from Kira, you have to get the simplest, cheapest place you can get to stay.
No fancy manors, or actual houses. Hotels are good for a short while, but after a while they get too expensive, not to mention room service. That's why apartments are nice. Simple, normally cheap... and you can generally do whatever you want, with no worry of someone finding something they shouldn't.
"Of course he went and locked the door," Mello mused. "Probably afraid of what I'd do when I got back; so he locked the door, hoping that he'd hear the key in the lock."
"Why do you sound so confident?"
"He doesn't know I oiled the hinges and lock the other day. Just watch."
Silently, he slipped the key into the lock and turned; there was no noise.
"I wanna be the one to scare him," I whispered. Mello nodded as he opened the door.
Poking my head in, I noticed the redhead sat on the couch, mashing buttons on the controller and he was focused so intently on the game. He was making this too easy.
I crept across the floor, pausing behind the couch.
"Matt," I whispered softly into his ear, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. The redhead jumped at the contact, letting out a high-pitched sqeak of surprise before losing his balance and toppling to the floor.
His glare could be seen through the goggles as Mello and I busted out laughing.
"Ah shit," Mello managed to get out, "the look on your face... was fucking priceless."
"It did too have a price," Matt muttered. "I was almost finished this spot on my fifty-somethingth try, and just when I almost had it beat, that happened."
Laughing slightly, I leaned over the back of the couch and picked up the abandoned controller. Restarting the area, I smirked.
I used to have this game; I beat this area no problem.
Leaving my partner to start shooting, I crept down the hallway. One of the aliens came running through the door, too fast for me to shoot it. With a quick button press, I stabbed it. Backing up a bit, I put a few bullets in it just to be sure.
Go up to the doorway, see an alien, shoot it, back off, wait for it to come out, kill it, and repeat. A few minutes later, when the coast looked clear, and I set off weaving between the pillars, keeping an eye out for the straggler I knew was hiding near the exit. Nearing the third last set of pillars, I stopped, noticing movement. Using the scope, I found the alien's head. With a quick press of the A button, it was finished off.
Making my way outside the room, I stopped of at the save station to heal and save the game.
A proud (and probably somewhat arrogant) smirk crossed my face as I handed the controller back to a dumbfounded redhead who was still sitting on the floor.
"H...How?" he asked.
"I used to have that game," I replied. "I beat it-" I counted off on my fingers "-eight times."
"Mello," Matt stated, "I think I prefer your sister."
"You leave her alone, you filthy pervert," Mello growled.
"Calm down," I joked, "I can defend my own honor, thank you very much."
"Yeah Mellsie, she can defend herself," Matt replied. I laughed a bit at the nickname.
"You call me 'Mellsie' ever again," Mello growled, "and I swear to god I will shove a fucking gun up your ass."
"You know what, Mello," I said suddenly, "I think I will take you up on that offer and stay here."
"DUDE!" Matt exclaimed. "Did you seriously ask a girl to move in with us!?"
"Stop pointing my gender out like it's a bad thing," I retorted. "Besides, I can hold my own if I have to."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah?" he challenged. "Prove it. Me and Mello against you, no weapons."
I nodded, shrugging my coat off. It was soon joined on the floor by my gun, sneakers, hoodie, and gloves as I stood in my socked feet on the carpet.
Matt had ditched his goggles and vest, tossing them on the couch. Mello's own gun, as well as his jacket and boots, were tossed haphazardly behind him.
Furniture was shoved to the sides of the room, and we stood at three different points in the room. I mentally groaned; they were positioned far enough on either side that I couldn't watch them both at the same time.
"Ready, set," Matt said, "GO!"