"Get away from him!" Quinn pulled out a gun.
"Step away from him, or I'll shoot." They exclaimed.
One of the men pulled out a gun too. He pointed at me.
"Drop the gun, little boy." He said.
"Quinn, is not a boy!" I yelled as I kicked the man in the leg. A bullet was fired. Quinn had shot the gun making the man fall to the ground the other two ran towards them. Quinn tried to shoot again but there were no more bullets. Quinn was in fear and shock.
I quickly took the gun from the wounded man who was dying. I threw it to Quinn without thinking. However I missed and it hit the floor beside the two other men.
Quinn held the empty gun and decided to hit it against the man's head. Quinn kicked him in the stomach. The other man tried to punch them but they dodged it. I rushed over to help but was knocked to the ground by one of them.
One of the men picked up the gun off of the ground and tried to shoot. Quinn kicked it out of his and to my surprise I caught it. I pointed at them making them freeze and put their hands in the air. "Enough!" I yelled. "I will shoot!" I added. My hands were shaky.
"You really want to kill us? Huh? You think you can be a badass because you hold the gun. Well, let me tell you something kid, the moment you need help, you cry like the little boy you are." The man smirked.
"Everyone needs to cry once in a while. You don't know anything about me. So don't act like you do!" I shouted.
"Does he know what a freak you are?" The other man asked.
"Quinn is not a he, and I am n-not a freak... so shut up!" BANG!! I shot him in the chest. He fell to the ground and quickly passed out. Right as I shot the gun the door flew open. It was Malcolm!
Quinn punched the last man in the back of the head so hard that he passed out too. "What are you doing here?!" I was shocked.
"It was obvious something was going on. If you think for even a second that I will trust that woman you are wrong. I had to find you're location. Although, I didn't expect to see you here, Quinn." He stepped closer to me.
"What happened here?" He asked as he looked down at me.
"I-I k-killed her... I killed Ms. Bailey." I began to cry again. "I killed her, Malcolm! I actually killed someone. A... a person. W- with a life. Like you and I. We have lives. N-now she... she's dead, she's dead!" I started to lose control of my breathing.
My eyes couldn't focus on a single thing. "Dead she's dead. I- I'm a killer. A killer, killer, k-killer. She's dead! Dead she's dead because of me, she- she..."
Malcolm hugged me.
"It's okay, Kai. She was a bad person, she deserved it. You did the right thing."
"No... no! It's not okay!" I pushed Malcolm away. "It's not okay, it's- it's not! It's bad, bad, bad! I'm a killer! A MURDER!! I- I can't I can't b-be okay. No, NO, NO!!" I lost control of my mind. My ora glowed red and it was so cold.
"I- I can't take it! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!" I shouted so loudly it felt like my voice would give out. I could hardly stand or breathe or even think. It was so bad that the whole room was bright red and as cold as ice. The wind blew making us shiver.
Quinn's eye's were wide and shocked. "How do we help him?" They asked. "I'm not sure. This is the worst I've ever seen." Quinn heard the fear in Malcolm's voice. He wasn't scared OF me. He was scared for me...