Izzy's POV

One more breath. Two more breaths. Three more breaths. 

"Okay, I got this," I thought to myself.

In one succinct motion, I stood up and flipped around the fence, walking towards the general crowd of people with the utmost swag of all swags, if I do say so myself.

I noticed my skinny jeans were a little....short. Annnnd my shirt MAY have been barely hanging onto my shoulders due to it being a LITTLE too big, but what the hey. I felt quite fabulous.

I swaggered closer to the crowd, then yelled,

"WASSUP?!"

I honestly couldn't think of anything else to say.

I was greeted with several loud bangs. Figures. I did some sort of hot-potato-stepping-on-hot-rocks dance to avoid the bullets while yelling,

"hey Hey HEY! DO I LOOK LIKE A COP TO YOU!?!?!?I'M NOT EVEN ARMED FOR CHEEZUS' SHAKE!"

They stopped, looking at me like I was a deranged chicken with my head cut off. I stopped my dance, subconsciously brushing myself off, and continued my charade.

"I was wondering, why here?"

The gang looked at me, puzzled as to what I meant. I took a step forward while continuing,

"I mean, why a high-school football game? I'm trying to figure it out, but nothing seems to logically fit. It would be much more practical, considering your ammunition and such, to just go on a big bank raid. So why a football game? Were you just planning on raiding the concessions or something? I mean seriously?" I took several more slow, relaxed steps towards them during my monologue, but since I was using so many adamant hand motions they didn't seem to notice.

This part of me was full of energy, and very spunky. My voice was a clear alto, somewhat like Liza Koshy. I probably based this personality off of her.

"That my friend, is a secret, and if I told you that secret, it wouldn't be a secret anymore," a male's cracking, childish voice spoke.

The blue-haired dude came into view, as short and scrawny as could be thought possible. How he was their leader was far beyond me.  I cleared my throat and turned to the side, bending one of my knees so the tip of my shoe was on the ground. I clasped my hands together next to my cheek and batted my eyelashes, giving myself a look of sarcastic innocence.

"But you can tell me, I won't tell anyone," I said, twirling my hair.

"Ha! Your sarcasm is funny, but it won't get you anywhere," he said amusedly.

I dropped my pose and took one sure step closer, causing the other gang members to tense up and point their guns at me. I tried my best to look confident and not at all fazed, but that was next to impossible. Blue (as I shall call him for the time being) waved his right hand, signaling the others to stand down. They obeyed, looking even more confused. Blue started to walk towards me, and I mirrored his movements. 

"Could I propose a deal?" I stated.

"You can propose, but I can't promise it will be accepted," He replied.

We now stood in front of each other, barely two feet away. 

"You let all these people go, and take me in their place," I said.

I was going to try to avoid bloodshed at all costs before I tried anything drastic.

"And what makes you an equal trade for hundreds of people, may I ask?" He taunted.

I bit my lip, wondering if I should show him was I was thinking of showing him. If I did, it would be a BIG risk. It might pay off, but it might also send everything into a bullet frenzy. Who knows what could happen. He seems like a bad-butt gang leader to me. I didn't see another option. Although, knowing me, I'd probably find a solution after the fact, and slap myself for not thinking it up earlier. That's just the way it goes.

"Uhmmmm.....uhhhh.....welllllll," I whispered, a quiver in my voice.

"Speak up, girl," He said, leaning in to hear me nonetheless.

Now my hands were hidden from the populus' view.

"This," I looked down at my hand.

In my hands danced a clear, blue flame. It floated around in my hand, turning into all sorts of things, from animals to trees to people, until it showed two people hunching over someone's hand, watching it closely. He reached out his hand to touch it, but I stopped him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I said, "Blue flames can get up to a heat of three-thousand degrees, burning off your skin in milliseconds.

He retracted his hand accordingly, still staring at the flame. When it dissipated, I looked up at him, bracing myself for some negative reaction.

His face showed that of shock, surprise, and awe, but not in the way I thought it would show. He didn't seem scared or fearful, and somehow I could tell the flame gave him major deja vu. Then in his eyes, there was a spark of anger, the feeling of betrayal. He turned around and yelled.

"YOU LIED!"

I looked past him, trying to figure out who he was yelling at. His chin was pointing upwards. Was he yelling at the sky?

"I TRUSTED YOU! AND YOU LIED TO ME!" He continued.

In a matter of seconds, he pulled a gun out of his belt and shot one of the semi-automatic-armed-men square in the head. The others stared at him in shock, then aimed their guns at us.

"RUN!" 

As they shot at us we ran, sprinting in a zigzag pattern, and miraculously not getting shot. We zoomed around a bend, still hearing the blasts behind us. I grabbed Blue's arm, pulling him under the bleachers, still running. They ceased fire, and I heard a cry of pain. One of the bullets ricocheted off of the metal, hitting one of our pursuers. I smiled at my quick genius. We sprinted through the bleacher supports until we came upon the concessions, and I slid over one of the counters James-Bond style, hitting the ground on the other side. Blue slid next to me, panting. I realized I was panting a little too. 

"Uh, so.............what do we do now?" I asked.

His eyes showed he was thinking, then as if a lightbulb appeared over his head, his face lit up. Time for Plan B.