The Control For Cherside

Chapter 1 (Chris' PoV)

7 years ago...

"Fonzi, hurry up we don't have all day!" I whispered as loudly as possible. My M4A1 was slung tight against my back as I walked down the old West Cherside City Hall. My black hoodie shaded my face as I walked towards the back offices.
The sound of footsteps grew louder as Fonzi sprinted over to me. His blond hair almost glows in the dark, and his chubby cheeks made him look like a gerbil.
"Could you be any louder?" I whispered over to him, glancing at the once occupied chairs and desks. This place use to be the best in West Cherside before the new gangs got into town, smashing and bumping things around.
"I could try," Fonzi said, smiling at what he thought was a funny joke. I let out a small sigh and keep walking to the end of the hallway.
A door labeled "Main Office" appeared before us. I slowly adjust my strap and slide my gun over into my hands. The warm and sweat-covered handle use to bother me, but now it's something I've gotten use to. A silencer was stuck onto the front of the M4 which came in handy for sneaky attacks.
I looked back at Fonzi as he gathered his own gun into his hands, and he gives me a nod. I focus back on the door, and notice the door was open. I slowly pushed the door open, to check inside.
A somewhat large box was stuffed into the corner of the room, almost out of sight. I look back at Fonzi and give him a grin. We found what we were looking for.
I walked into the room slowly, making sure nothing suspicious was going to happen. I looked up to see a small broken security camera that was probably used before the gangs came in. Poor place, someone should try to rebuild it sometime.
I reached the box, and I give out a grin. I slowly placed my hand onto the box, and knelt down. The cover felt cold and it was covered in dust, almost as if it wasn't touched recently. Odd, you'd think people would want to grab their guns instead of leaving them in a stupid box.
I slowly opened the lid, a peek inside. Nothing but air and dust.
"Fonzi, what the hell is this?" I turn towards him angrily. I flip the lid over to show him inside, and he looks as surprised as me.
"The we-we-weapon payments wa-wa-were made to this dump. I could've sworn..."
Suddenly, the front of the town hall slid open. In walked 17 through 20 year olds, talking and laughing with each other. I quickly stumbled to my feet and back up against the side of the door.
I peer through the door at the laughing guys and gals. That's when I see another office door slam shut. The hallway goes quiet as the sound of the door closing echoed through the empty halls. The once talkers quietly reach into their back pockets and start taking out some pistols. Dammit Fonzi, dammit Fonzi, dammit Fonzi.
I stare at my gun which hands at my side. It's either Fonzi is dead and I escape, I save Fonzi's sorry ass, or we both are dead. Let's see...
"Hey asshats, over here," I call out, moving into the doorway where they can see me. They look at me in alarm and quickly move their hands to point their guns at me but I got the first shot.
"He's got firepower!" I hear a man tell as I let out the first few bullets in my clip.
"Now would you look at that, we got ourselves a smart one," I whisper to myself as I let a few more bullets fly. Suddenly, gunshots are coming from both sides of the hallway. My back is against the wall as bullets penetrate through the wall around me.
After a few more seconds of hiding for cover, I hear squeaky hinges of a door opening as I hear Fonz scream. I peek out from the doorway to see him holding down the trigger with his eyes closed.
I jump out into the hallway, pressing the trigger only when I can guarantee a clean kill. Jolts from each shot climb up my arm, and the sound of each shoot starts giving me a headache.
A quick blast of pain sparks through me as I feel something slam into my arm. I grit my teeth as I turn towards the shooter. A man wearing a hoodie and a mask stares back at me, twirling his gun on his finger. You can see a smile flash in his eyes before he takes another aim at me. I quickly dodge out of the way, smart enough to know what was coming my way. I see Fonz lying on the floor bleeding a bit, but he seems to be conscious still of the atmosphere. The rest of the men and women are pale and unmoving, so most likely dead. Still one more to go I suppose.
I aim my gun at the man and step up to him. He's still about 10 feet in front of me, yet he seems closer. I give a moment to myself to consider how I want to play this game. Make him suffer, capture him for better use, kill him right off the bat. Another bullet whiffs past me skimming my ear.
With my mind made up, I tilt my gun down and force a bullet into his knee. I hear a high pitched groan as he hits the floor and I grin. Too easy of a fight? Just maybe. I walk over to the helpless guy and crouch over rubbing the hot muzzle on his mask.
"Nice mask, where'd you get it? Party city? Let's see who we have under the mask though." I slowly tilt the mask up and surprisingly find a girls face about a 15, probably two years or so younger than me.
Her face is scrunched up as she sucked in air. I look down to her bleeding leg and see the bullet shoved into her skin.
"Ouch, that must hurt. That's too bad." I stand up and take her little hand gun away from her and shove it into my pocket.
"What's your name girl?" I ask, walking over to check Fonz. I feel something wet and gooey hit the back of my head, making a shiver go down my spine. She didn't just spit on me did she? I turn around and face the girl, aiming her pistol at her.
"What's your name girl?" Her eyes trail up to mine as I see anger and pain flood into them. I should've killed her...