Tracey didn’t know what had happened, the weight of gravity overpowered her as her knees slumped to the ground; she looked down, and it was burnt as blue electricity pulsed through her calf; The tissue damage on her leg created a burning sensation that wouldn’t go away; Tracey sat there, unable to stand, watching as Bree walked over.
Bree roundhouse kicked her, but Tracey remained sitting up.
Skylar, from the other side, sat down and held his chest with the gun in his hand.
Bree limped over to Skylar and helped him up, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, thank you,” He said with a cough.
She leaned him against the desk. Besides the clacking of her gladiator sandals, the room was silent—she took the gun from Skylar; stepping on Tracey’s back, she pointed it at her head.