Lines

I run past walls, bouncing back and forth from one foot to the next, running up ramps, ducking behind walls, looking through vents to kill teammates, our accuracy getting better with red visual aids, the lasers that meet our teams chest. Babe? I hear you whisper from behind. I turn around and with a sick smile; your line of fire meets my chest. The applesauce boils, and the speakers slam together. I will get you back, I say turning around to hide behind the walls of the maze.