Tristan's Point Of View
I couldn't control my erratically pounding heart at all. The absurd amount of warmongering sound pollution, that would occasionally crescendo throughout the detached house, filled me with an indescribable amount of trepidation and anxiety.
Once Cole had recovered enough from the agonizing pain Bellamy was currently enduring, he ordered me to hide in a corner of the dining room, while he remained in the living room near the second entrance.
*Boom!*
*Kaboom!*
*Boom!*
"Eeek!"
Suddenly, multiple explosions shook the house, and I couldn't suppress the scream that escaped me. I gripped my gun tightly in my hands, and attempted to peek out of the dining room, in search of Cole.
"I'm alright, Tristan. Don't even think about coming out of there! No matter what! Understand?" Cole commanded, clearly sensing my anxiousness.
"Ugh... Cole...?" I whimpered.
