Be My Fool

Chapter Six

D: I don't own Alex.

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It took a while for my eyes to adjust but when they did, I was a little shocked to see Wolf and Eagle standing in the room with me. Obviously waiting for me to come around otherwise they wouldn't be standing there staring at me – or, so, I hope.

'Welcome to paintball!' Eagle announced, his voice bouncing around the room and echoing down the halls, flinging his arms above his head and spinning as if he were the King of Africa and this were his palace, 'What d'you think? Isn't the decor lov- oof.'

Wolf had hit him over the head and was now glaring at him, 'What he means to say is,' he turned back to face me, 'You get through this maze to the exit without getting shot five times and you pass. If not you fail and find another route from where we chuck you out from. Your classmates are ready to shoot and if you find a gun and ammo, goodie for you. Any questions?' He asked sharply at the end as if daring me to speak.

I shook my head and added quickly when he opened his mouth again, 'No, sir.'

He shut his mouth and nodded before grabbing Eagle by the collar and disappearing down a corridor, 'The game starts now!'

I blinked a few times to process this before starting to jog towards a different path. I jogged down the hallway, trying not to gag on the scent of the wet earth around me, and peered around the corner – trying to be as silent as possible. There was a small light from the ceiling in this room but I still struggled to see the shapes inside of it. I could make out a few crates, tubs and then – by the right – silhouettes of my classmates. It was wrong of the SAS to choose them.

Twisting away I screamed down the other corridor quickly before flattening myself behind the box. As expected, they ran passed me quickly to try and shoot 'me'. I waited a moment before sprinting through and, using my hands against the opposite wall behind the boxes where they were sitting, grappled at the door handle and flung myself inside. Shutting the door behind me, I trapped myself in the pitch black and waited for my vision to return.

Before I had the chance to, however, my ears picked up voices coming towards me from the corridor to my right so I done what anybody else would do – I ran in the other direction. Which is what they wanted.

'SHOOT!' Somebody screamed and I flung myself to the side. I'd been shot twice on my leg and now it was starting to throb. This was why I hated paintball, I bruised too easily.

'Where is she?'

'Did we get her?'

'Guys! Shut up!'

'She left!'

'Oh my God, go after her, idiot!'

'I'm going this way!'

'Me too!'

'Spread out!'

I waited a few moments as the loud footsteps disappeared and I cursed myself to heaven and hell. I really wasn't cut out for this sort of thing, to be honest. I figured out why they couldn't see me and I thanked the boxes before crouching into sight and surveying the room.

There were two people left, a girl and a boy from what I could tell. They weren't too much into the game, really... a lot more interested in maybe finding out what tonsil hockey was but that was about it. Rolling my eyes I just made a mad dash for the corridor behind them and they were too startled to even comprehend what had happened until I had rounded the other corner.

'Oh my God, that was your fault!'

'Mine? You said-'

A door shut behind me and cut off their voices and I froze, now not capable to see anything at all. Listening to their breathing was hard, since it was all so shallow, but I estimated around about eight of them.

Ducking swiftly, I avoided a few shots and tried to do what I did before – only to find that there was no cover on this side and got shot two other times. No more chances. Flinging myself to the other side I grappled with a metal clasp and when something swung open, I took no other chances and dove into the confined space.

'Fire at will!' Somebody yelled and from inside the metal tunnel I was currently crawling in, the shots sounded like real bullets. Wincing at the sudden noise I rammed myself ahead faster and ended up breaking through to the other side, into daylight, and right next to the shower block.

Blinking rapidly, I just shook my head slightly before walking towards the door. What a day.

Shoving the door open I grinned at the only other occupant who was currently glaring at the mirror and cursing her hair and how it had gotten into a knot. She looked a mess: leaves and mud scraped into her hair, practically discolouring it beyond recognition; her make-up had ran down her face and some had even ended up on the tip of her nose and forehead; her clothes were caked in mud and grime, and some parts of it even torn in places; her shoes were discarded but her feet were also a strange mixture of red, from where they had been rubbed from her footwear, and brown from the muck her shoes hadn't been able to keep out.

'Chloe!' I grinned at her like a Cheshire cat and she gave my reflection in the grimy and cracked mirror a once-over, 'And don't give me that look, you barely look any better!'

She snorted, turning around and sticking her tongue out at me, 'Well, truthfully, at least you have no leaves on you. What happened to you, anyway? I ended up on some sort of freaking agility course, blech.'

Laughing I pulled my shoes off and shoved them onto the rack next to the door before moving towards the mirror, 'Paintball, can't you tell?' I motioned to the pink and purple splatters on my torso and leg, 'Though I am now wondering why they used pinks and purples... and why the SAS, of all people, would have these coloured paint balls.'

Chloe giggled, acting more like her cheery self and turning back to the mirror to return to picking leaves out of her hair, 'Well, now that you mention it...'

I laughed loudly before giving her a small shove, 'Where're the showers?'

'Through there, I think,' she motioned to a small corridor where it turned off to the right, 'Tell me if they have shampoo and stuff in there, okay?'

I nodded, 'Sure,' and trotted over. Turning the corner I barely had time to process what the hell I was looking at before I felt my face flush with embarrassment. Yet, for some bizarre reason, I didn't stop staring.

Nate smirked at me while grabbing his top, 'Close your mouth, you might catch a fly sweetheart.'

He shrugged his bag over his shoulder, carrying his top in one hand, and tapped the underside of my chin as he passed me – sniggering still. I didn't even move until I heard the door shut and then I groaned out loud, letting my face flush even more. Chloe started to giggle loudly for a second before whistling, 'What a show, ey?'

'Oh my God, shut up Chloe!' I yelled before stomping into a shower cubicle. Her mad cackle followed me as I locked to door and started to strip for the shower.

Stupid boys with their stupid idiotic tendencies to not wear a shirt when females are around. Ugh!

Stepping into the shower part, I closed the shower curtain to protect my clothes and bag as I put it on full blast – trying to forget what had just happened.

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Yes, I know it was pretty short and half of it probably made you think 'what the hell is she thinking' – but this is necessary for the plot and all that jazz. So cut my head off if you want and whatnot, but, please, review!

Anyhow, school starts in two days so I might not be exactly... focused solely on this. But don't give up on the story because I am definitely gunna finish it. I've been working on it for over half a year xL

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