Flamera had gotten things under control, which wasn't suprising. If I tried to fight her, she'd win no matter what. I was faster at strait forward running, stronger when it came to just strength, more stealthy, and could probably swim and jump faster. But there was no way I'd ever be able to beat her fire power, even with that vest that Jason had.
A sudden pain fell over me. I screamed. I wanted to die. I felt hot, so hot. A sharp pain came inside my head, and it was like I'd been shot. I grabbed Jason's gun on the ground. I needed to end the misery. Needed too.
I held the gun to my head, and slowly pulled the triger, eager to die. . . .