"Are you alright?" Mylo asks, automatically supporting my head with his lap. I woozily nod my head.
"It's your fault you pest!" Eugene yells at Mylo, who just snarls in response.
"Shoot." He whispers, discarding his hand from my head and grabbing his temple. "We've gotta go, Hazee, can you stand?" He helps me to my feet, I wobble and stand straight.
"I can stand." I say, looking at the white-haired boy, who nods. 
"We can't pack, we've just gotta go." He says, taking the key off his neck.
"Teojida!" He yells, twisting the key. 
"I'll go grab the weapons." I say. Mylo hands me the key and nods. I run down the stairs, and grab Mylo and I's swords. Eugene comes down the stairs and grabs his guns. 
"Remember what I said." He says. I nod, then push the key into the air. A large gust of wind comes at me, pushing the skirt against my legs and the trench coat back. My hair flows backward. 
"Teojida!" I yell, the portal opens, and both of us step in.
"There you are." Mylo says, grabbing his sword out of my hand. Eugene wraps a protective arm around my shoulder.
"Did I take a long time?" I ask.
"No." He answers. 
"Well maybe you should stop acting like it." Eugene spits. I slap his chest.
"Stop being mean." I say, then pry his arm off my shoulder. 
"I'm sorry pet." He says. 
"Quit calling me pet." I spit. He rolls his eyes. 
"Uh, we should get going, I have this splitting headache mea--" Mylo gets interrupted.
"We came here to get you Tylenol?" Eugene scoffs.
"No, it means something's wrong, really wrong." 
"Like what?" I ask. 
"I don't know for sure." 
"The drug-store is closing soon so he has to get his Tylenol soon or he'll run out of time.
"Will you kindly, shut up!" Mylo raises his voice. 
"Hey! Calm down." I say, placing a hand on Mylo's forearm. He smiles down at me.
"Get your hands off that rodent!" Eugene yells, grabbing my bicep and pulling it away from Mylo. I grumble and we set off. Mylo leads, a finger on his temple, rubbing little circles. Eugene was watching him with a scowl. It's kinda weird how people can go from best-friend to worst-enemy so quickly. 
"So..." I start, trying to rev up some conversation to break the deadly silence. Neither of the two boys said anything. We walked in an awkward silence for what seemed like hours, until we finally got to a building surrounded by small midget humans.
"That's the police squad." Mylo explains.
"Why are they here?" Eugene asks. "They need Tylenol too?" 
"Eugene, stop." I warn, he puts his arms up.
"Something bad has obviously happened." Mylo says, annoyance growing in his voice.
"What?" I ask.
"Lets go find out." He says, leading all of us into the building. Smoke instantly fills my lungs. Leaving me coughing and hacking, trying to get fresh oxygen in. Which was not working. I could barely breathe, let alone see. 
"Get down Hazel, heat and smoke rise." Eugene tells. I drop to my hands and knees, I could see everything. The floor was a gritty cement, with a few metal poles supporting the roof off the building. I couldn't really tell if the building was burning, or if anything was wrong really.
"Where's the trouble?" I ask, trying to get my knees off the ground, as they started to hurt from the grit and small pebbles dug into them, creating imprints. 
"I have no idea." Mylo says, he was crawling also, trying to see through the thick layer of smoke above us.
"I think I found it." Eugene murmurs. There was a circle of tied up hostages, there hands bound behind them with rope across their stomachs, tape held there mouths shut. Most of them  were unconscious. Some awake and panicking. There was a little girl, her pink corduroy dress was tattered and patched with jean. Her hair was matted with sweat and blood. Her closed eyes leaked tears, her nose running, dry blood stuck to her cupids bow. 
There was a family nearby, all of them were unconscious except the infant, who was wide awake and alert. His eyes were bulging out of his head, his black hair was missing in some places, showing large patches of cradle cap. He was still swaddled, tight like a burrito. 
There were thugs everywhere else. Ski caps covered their face, bulky guns were poking out from the bottom of their cargo shorts. They were all wearing tennis shoes and socks, bunched up at the ankle. They all had matching tattoos of a lopsided dragon on their left calves. Mylo was the first to stand and run at one. He lodged his sword into his lower abdomen, the first one cried for help, and another one ran at Mylo, Mylo pulled his sword off and slashed the second attacker's neck, right across the center. The attacker sobbed and fell to his knees, his hands, rushing to his neck, which was gushing blood. 
A gunshot rang through the room, and everything silenced. Another masked man fell to the ground. I stood and ran at one.
"HIYA!" I yell, bringing my sword down on his shoulder. He gawked at the sudden pain, and jumped right back at me, taking out his gun and hitting me with the handle in the side. I let out a yelp of pain. Which sounded like a dying cat crying for food. I slash my sword across his stomach, then bring up my leg. I kick him in the chest and he flies backward.
The boys were almost done, so I start unleashing the hostages. Who, at the sudden chance of freedom, take it, half not even letting me finish. The small girl in corduroy, whispered a thank you and ran out. Once everyone was gone, or dead. We all regrouped, and that's when we saw the least wanted thing at the moment. A bomb.