Everyone is running around, gunshots ring from everywhere. It looks like the Odies have turned on each other. There is blood everywhere, along with bodies. Then I see Xavier.
“Stay here with Mya.” I tell Claire.
“Kyle, will you come with me?” I almost said it as a command, but then I realized that Kyle wasn’t just another group member.
“What the hell?” Kyle says before following me over to Xavier.
We ran fast, hiding behind buildings and trees so we wouldn’t be shot. Xavier fires his gun and then ducks back behind a tree. I have no clue what’s going on. Kyle and I go and duck behind the tree with Xavier.
“What’s going on?” Kyle asks before I have the chance to.
“The revelation.” Xavier has a smug smile on his face.
“My plan?” Kyle looks shocked.
“Listen, shoot anyone that doesn’t have a blue bandana around their wrist!” Xavier explains, firing another shot.
“What?” I’m still confused.
“Look, it’s Kyle’s plan. Everyone with a blue bandana on their wrist is a Shadow. Everyone without one is an Odie. We are standing our ground, and we’re going to take the Odies down!” Xavier details.
The plan seemed so simple, yet I knew it wasn’t. I looked around. I saw several people with blue bandanas. More than I could’ve ever imagined!
“How many Shadows are here?” I ask in amazement.
“Maybe three thousand.” Xavier states like it’s nothing.
Three thousand Shadows, all fighting for the same cause; freedom. I wasn’t sure if this was the way to gain freedom though. Killing everyone? Exterminating the source of hatred? It seemed wrong. Then I remember what they’ve done to us. They’ve killed us, hurt us, treated us like we didn’t even exist or matter. Then I realize; Jessie! And Kyle realizes it too.
“Where’s Jessie?” Kyle screams over the gunfire.
“Dead.” Xavier says, firing three more angry bullets.
Kyle’s eyes get teary. I hug him. He doesn’t cry, instead he says “Give me a rifle.”
Xavier gives Kyle a rifle he has laying beside him. Kyle takes the rifle, cocks it, and screams at the top of his lungs. Several shots are fired angrily out of the barrel of his gun. I grab a rifle out of the pile next to Xavier and I begin to fire as well. Kyle runs in to the action. I try to stop him, but he is too angry, and seeking revenge. I try to cover him, following close behind. Bullets fly past us, so close I can hear them zip. Now it’s just shear luck. A mad game of Russian roulette, and in a matter of time, you’ll catch the bullet. For Kyle, his game of Russian roulette is over due to carelessness.
A bullet strikes Kyle in the arm. He wants to keep pressing on, but I won’t let him. I make him turn around, and I follow, guarding his back. On our way back to Xavier, I fumble over a girl’s body. She has a blue bandana on her left wrist. I know this girl.
I tell Kyle to keep going, and that I have his back. I lied. I let Kyle go back to the tree. I saw Kyle look back at me. He tried to beckon me in his direction, but I headed back to the body. Madi.
I cried until my voice was hoarse. Then I got up, took my rifle, and headed in to the line of fire. A bullet hits me in my left shoulder. I keep moving. Another in my right thigh. I keep moving. Moving, and shooting is all I do. I fight back the pain, and focus on the rage. The Odies killed my friend, and they were going to pay.
I let out a scream, high-pitched and loud. I fired bullet after bullet, aiming at anyone who wasn’t wearing a blue bandana. I was absolutely infuriated, filled with a deep rage that was bubbling up. We were fighting fire with fire, and the flames rose up. Until there was nothing left. I felt nothing. I see Kyle above me, crying, shaking me, telling me something.
“I love you.” He says.
And everything is dark, forever.