NOTE: Yes, this is a story involving Travis from Sparked- but I promise you do not have to read that one to get what's going on in this one, so no worries if you haven't!
Just to forewarn everyone, there will be violence and swearing in this story as a whole, but nothing too bad. (:
Also, this chapter is in TRAVIS' POINT OF VIEW. Enjoy. <3
I skidded around the corner and the gravel started sliding with me. I could hear it protesting against my sharp turn. Because of the momentum, I found myself falling as I made the turn. Using my fingertips to stop me from hitting the ground I kept running, not once stopping. I picked up speed as I brushed my fingers off on the black pants I was wearing.
“Just once!” I heard from up in front of me where Ben was running, “I’d like to go out without a complication arising!”
As if on cue, I heard another few shots fire off at us from behind. Nothing got your adrenaline going like being shot at. It was dark out, so I think we had an advantage there, unless they somehow developed night vision. Not to mention we knew these backstreets like the back of our hands. Them, I wasn’t so sure of.
“But it’s great cardio!” Finn, who was leading us, yelled back at him.
They started arguing back and forth about the pros and cons as I felt gravel shoot up and hit my leg from where a bullet almost hit me.
I let out a breath, gracious it didn’t hit me. I could have just left it there, but let’s face it - I'm Travis Miller and I like to push my luck.
I turned around quickly so I was now facing them and running backwards, which slowed me down a great deal. My arms moved out to my sides, making me a bigger target. Regardless of the fact that my chest was covered in a black t-shirt and still probably hard to see, my arms were fully exposed.
“Does this help? Can you hit me now?!” I yelled out.
They started yelling back and I heard more shots fire off, none hitting me. What great aims they all had…
“Come and get me!” I sang loudly, throwing my head back as I laughed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Cameron snapped at me, closing in on me. With one of his hands, he reached out, grabbed a handful of my black hair and pulled me with him as he ran. I was forced to turn back around and run with him. I was slouched over a bit until he let go and I could run normally again.
“I was just trying to have some fun!” I huffed to the leader of our group. We were a little group, but loyal and knew our way around enough so that you didn’t want to mess with us. I guess you could call it a gang when you took in the lower members, outside of the four of us, but I preferred calling it family. Sounded nicer, doesn’t it? Besides, I don’t count the lower members. I can’t trust them like I trusted Ben, Finn, and Cam.
“Not the time for fun,” Cameron said gruffly, his shaggy dark hair pinned back as we ran.
“If I get shot and die, it’s on your head that I didn’t have fun before death,” I accused, picking up speed as I ran. Cameron ran to meet up with me.
Okay, maybe asking members of another gang that we didn’t get on with well to “Come and get me” wasn’t smart but whatever. Cameron was such a party pooper.
We weaved in and out of alleyways following the bleach blonde hair that was Finn.
After a few minutes, the firing stopped and the crunching of gravel and stomping of feet behind us couldn’t be heard.