As soon as the gun was shot, I rushed towards the bitch that shot it. Almost instantly, I was behind the man with the knife I kept on my thigh on his neck. He had a scruffy beard, and smelled like sewer. I couldn’t tell if he just didn’t shower, or if he was just recently in the sewer.

I didn’t know when my ability was usable again, but it was, so I knew he had a boner. It was disgusting. I whispered into his ear “I’m not into guys,” which wasn’t remotely true, but it got his dick limp again.

I don’t know what happened to the bullet, but I didn’t see any blood on Mattie, and I didn’t hear a ping of it hitting metal or something.

“Livvy, I think that’s what your name is. If you’d like you can kill that man. He fucked up, and we have to room for fuck ups.” said a gruffy voice from behind me. I shoved the horny man to the ground, and kicked his head in to knock him out, before I turned around to look at a tall man, with a heavy tan and a not-very-well-shaved face. He had brown hair, which looked like it was graying at the root. It looked like he tried to slick it back but failed at doing so.

He was wearing worn out jeans, and a Space Camp 2012 shirt that looked like it had been well worn. “Why should I kill him?” I asked.

“Well, he tried to kill Mattie, didn’t he?” He asked. I was shocked that he knew who Mattie was, but I tried to hide it.

“Yes.”

“Oh, by the way, my name is Johnathan, I am the leader of this shitty organization. I am a werewolf. I’m also able to change things on the molcular level, given that I can see it and it’s within 10 meters of me. That’s why no bullet was actually shot. He was shooting blanks.” He said.

“But why, if he killed Mattie, that would make us less of a threat.” Amber argued.

“I won’t kill kids, nor will I let a kid die when I could prevent it.”

“Well, then why not kill me, I’m not a kid?”

“You may be recognized as an adult by the government, but that doesn’t mean you're not a kid.”

“Alrighty then, what do you want?” Sophie barked.

“I need to ask for your help, that's why.” He replied.

“With what?” Mattie asked.

“I need help ending the civil war.”

“What civil war?” I asked.

“You don’t know?” Someone asked. I heard people start whispering about how do they not know or they were just attacked by civil war leaders, how don’t they know.

“I see.” The old man said, “come with me. I’ll explain everything to you. You must save what we’ve built ourselves. You’ll either be our saviors, or the tools of our demise. What do you choose?”