Us vs. Them

Oh my God.

Korse.

**

I heard the thundering of footfalls on the carpet stairs and the bedroom door fly open. I saw the look of fear in Ray's eyes and I knew that whatever was said 5 minutes ago didn't matter anymore. I shook my head slightly, a small croak erupting from my throat. Tears of rage hit Mikey's eyes but he wiped them away just as quickly as they came. I couldn't bring myself to look at either of them so I grabbed my gun and belt and bolted towards the stairs.

"What are you doing?!" Gerard hissed at me.
"I'm leaving!" I hissed back. "I'm the reason he's here, Gerard."
"And Ray's the reason you're here. If you leave without a fight, Korse will kill him. And us."
"It'll have to be a risk we'll all have to take," Mikey piped up, loading up his gun. "We either go down swinging or we don't go down at all."
"Stop it!" I hissed quietly, pulling his bandanna off his face. "No one is dying for me. If I leave, he'll leave too and--"
"No. He won't. Taylor, we've--"
"You don't know anything about him, Michael. He's hunting me down. If I can get out, he'll follow me and--"

My last words were drowned out by the sound of Cori groaning, followed by an ear piercing plea.

"NO! Please--STOP!"

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