Bullets began to spray across the island aiming in every direction a body was located, mutant or other wise. Kyle paused and leaned over placing her hands on her knees. Her heart beat wildly within her chest and she looked out at battle continuing before her very eyes. She didn't want to be part of a battle, she didn't want to hurt anyone unless they hurt her first.
Her train of though wrecked. A bullet flew through the air and planted itself within her shoulder just below her collar bone. It happened so fast that it all seemed surreal, like it wasn't happening to her. Her hand lifted and squeezed her shoulder, blood flowed freely over her hand. The pain seemed distant like an after thought and her thoughts were almost nonexistent.
Kyle Moree held the power to kill 'The General', this man who threatened her life and the lives of all the others around her. But Kyle was selfish at the best of times and now that her survival was threatened she put a plan to kill into action. She turned on her heel still clutching her shoulder and walked back towards the soldiers. All she had to do was release her poison and watch.