chapter thirteen.

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a/n: SURPRISE I'M POPPING OFF HAIFDSBVIYGFHDVBIBS,,,,,,,,,,, i hope you all enjoy tha chapter :))))

====TW: DEREALIZATION, MENTIONS OF DEATH, BLOOD, GUNS/SHOOTING====

words: 9222

(y/n)'s pov~

after convincing tommy to once again put his gun away when talking to gordon and i instead of aiming at our faces, we were back to fighting military soldiers. i follow close behind gordon as he storms another room.

"HEY FUCKER-" he yells at a soldier sitting in a chair, completely oblivious to the gunfire in the other rooms. gordon pushes the man's chair down but he remains seated, "wh-" gordon couldn't help but laugh and i watch as his face scrunches up, making my face warm as i laugh with him.

once we get our amusement out he becomes serious again, putting his crowbar away and replacing it with one of his guns, "get up, asshole!" he shouts confidently at the man. he shoots a few bullets inches away from the man's head as a warning, "get the- FUCK UP!

dr. coomer is now aiming at the man's head as well, an eerie energy forming around him as he stares intensely at the soldier in the chair. my eyes flicker from the two men in my group and the soldier sitting in a chair horizontally.

i accidentally meet eyes with the soldier as i was studying the man's features. he looked unbothered, even with two guns pointed at his head. if anything, he looked annoyed being in his current situation. he raises his brow at me as to wonder if i was going to threaten him as well but i only tear my gaze away from his. 

it felt too up close and personal for me to threaten or even kill this guy, i knew that the military was a threat to us but this guy... something told me he wouldn't do jack shit either way. there were two people ready to kill him anyways, i might as well keep my hands clean from this one.

"no i don't FEEL like it," he responds to gordon with the attitude of an angsty teenager. gordon only becomes angrier at this, shooting closer to the man's head, "STOP!" the soldier complains.

"get the- FUCK UP!!" gordon repeats, his face becoming more red as his patience for the soldier fades away.

"STOP! just leave me alone," the man retorts, crossing his arms and turning his head away from gordon.

"we're gonna blow your shit out!" gordon yells warning the man, displaying much more energy than the guy that could be killed in less than a second if he wasn't gonna listen.

"you wanna STOP? you wanna stop please?" the soldier asks him in a sassy tone, glaring at a slightly red faced gordon.

"get up!" gordon tells the man again, this time finally getting out of the chair, "get up. yeah the-" we all watch in confusion as the chair breaks into shards of glass, the loud sounds of the pieces crashing on the concrete floor, "uh- what are our chairs made out of?" gordon loudly whispers to us as we back away from all of the small shards on the floor. 

i look at the soldier again and i feel my heart sink in fear as i'm met with the barrel of the man's shotgun from a few feet away. my eyes quickly look up at the man, who has an idle and stoic look on his face. my eyes dart to gordon for assurance and he looks almost as shocked as i am at the scene before him. i can almost see a flame in eyes as he quickly walks in front of me, his tall figure blocking my view from the soldier.

gordon has now lost most, if not all, patience and mercy for this man, "put the- put the FUCKING gun away.. before all three of us-" 

"you guys are SO annoying," the soldier quickly whines as he runs off.

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