"Dad, I want your gun." I say as I walk past my father and enter my old home. He gives me a questioning look.

"Why would you need that?"

"I need to to protect Rainbow, as well as myself. Dad, there are these guys out to get me, as well as some weird stalker that's been following me around wearing all black. I can't buy one, and I really need it dad."

"Stalker? Why haven't you called the police yet?"

"Because... I want to keep Rainbow away from the government as much as possible. I've been able to so far, but I know it's only a matter of time before they try to get involved. I don't want to, but I WILL shoot anyone who tries to harm either of us, as well as this family. That's why I want your gun." My father stays silent, looking like he's thinking deeply about something. He gives me a wordless nod before walking upstairs for a minute or two. He comes back down with a black case in his hands. I recognize it as the gun case he keeps in his closet, and a rush of relief floods through my system as he slowly hands it to me.

"Thanks dad." I say as I wrap my arms around his neck. "This means a lot to me, really."

Once I'm back outside, I hop on my motorcycle and put on my helmet. I tie the case to my handlebars with a chain, and start up the engine. I make my way down the street, making my way back to my house. When it comes into view, I see Rainbow waving at me through the open bedroom window.

"Sorry I had to leave you alone for a few minutes." I say as she flies down next to me and I take off my helmet. I flip my hair around through the air to get it untangled from being constrained by the helmet. I should probably get a haircut, it's almost down to my shoulders, and I hate having long hair. I prefer having a short, messy looking hairstyle, kinda like Rainbow's, only without the whole trailing down the back of my neck thing she has going on.

"It's cool. I'm kinda hungry though, wanna go get some dinner?"

"Sounds like a plan." I sigh as I have to put my helmet back on. She stops me quickly and sighs with a smile on her face.

"You have a portal device Matt. You can just use that if you don't want to drive." I take her up on that, and pull out my phone. I take a glance at the setting sun before opening a portal to a small cafe not too far away. Rainbow smiles and waves for me to follow her through. She enters, and I start to follow behind her.

"What the fuck?" I swirl around to find something. I swear I saw a flash of light from some bushes across the street. I slowly turn back towards the portal... There it is again! I swirl around to see a figure in black sprinting out of the bush. I hold my hand out and yell at the guy, but he keeps running. I rush over to the bike where the gun case is still attached, and pull out the pistol. I flip the safety off and try to aim at the guy, but he is far gone. Damn, I was so close. I just KNOW that was the guy I saw at the game, as well as in that black sedan at the gas station. I pocket the gun after flipping the safety back on, and slowly make my way through the portal. I know it's illegal for me to have to gun on me off of my own property, but I'll do anything to keep Rainbow, as well as myself, safe.

"What took you so long?" Rainbow asks as I stumble out of the portal. I pat the gun in my pocket, just to make a mental note that it is in fact in my pocket. I shrug her off and tell her I was just watching the sunset for a minute. Luckily she takes the bate.

We enjoy our nice meal while casually chatting. Rainbow signs an autograph or two, which she is more than happy to do. I always like watching her interact with people who actually support her. There are quite a lot of people who don't approve of Rainbow and I being together, but I say fuck em. These people who do support her, and my favorite to interact with, and I never turn them down if they want a picture or autograph, or just to meet Rainbow.

Once it gets kinda late, we make our wake back through a portal that leads to our bedroom. I can't help but think of the guy in the black coat I saw earlier. Memories of the guy flash through my mind. Then it dawns on me. Every time I have seen the guy, he's always been watching me, and me only. I remember his deathly stare at the game especially. The way our eyes locked, the way my spine tingled just by looking at him. He's not after Rainbow, no, he's after me. Could he be a part of that fucking gang that wants to kill me? Maybe he's with the government... Or maybe he's just some creepy stalker...

"You okay Matt?" Rainbow says as I almost walk into a wall. I had apparently kept walking after exiting the portal, lost in my own thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, um. I was just thinking a little too hard I guess." I quickly pull the gun out of my pocket and tuck in under my pillow. Better safe than sorry. Rainbow doesn't know I have the gun yet, and I would like to keep it that way. I'm just glad she didn't question the gun case on my bike.

We go to sleep soon after arriving at home, only to wake up at about two in the morning. Actually, Rainbow woke up only to shove me awake.

"Matt, did you hear that?" She says as her ears swivel around, looking like they're trying to pick up a sound.

"There it was again." I strain my ears, but still can't hear anything. Maybe her ears allow her to hear things I can't. If I've learned anything from movies, it's that noises in the middle of the night are never good. I slide the gun out from under my pillow, making sure Rainbow doesn't see it. I make my way out onto the balcony that overlooks the lobby of the house, and check the magazine in the faint moonlight coming in through the glass panels on the roof. Seven bullets, looks good to me. I cock the gun to load the first bullet, and make my way downstairs.

Now I hear it. I head the sound of metal jingling against metal. Almost like a lock being brok-

*BANG*

The back door slams open and smacks against the wall. I duck down behind a couch in the living room, heart racing in my chest. The door is just feet from me, and I can hear faint sounds of movement coming from the other side of the couch. It's now or never baby. I risk a glance around the side of the couch to see three figures, each in black masks. None of them are wearing that black cloak though, no, they have leather jackets on with bloody knives on them.

Adrenaline takes over my body, and it seems that everything goes into slow motion. I pop up from behind the couch, and I can feel the pure adrenaline coursing through my veins. None of the figures see me before I can fire off two shots. One misses, and one hits a figure in the leg. The figure falls to the ground screaming. The other two run away in panic before I can even aim at them. They disappear into the trees behind my house in the blink of an eye. I jump over the couch, and approach the figure on the ground. I aim the gun at his head, my mind deciding what to do.

"You're a killer, do it. Protect her." One voice whispers to my mind.

"You're not a killer Matt, don't do it." There's my voice of reasoning. My finger hovers over the trigger, but I don't pull it. I slowly pocket the gun, and kneel down next to the body on the ground. The guy has stopped screaming, but is grunting and swearing in anger.

"Fuck... fuck you Green!" Wait a second...

I grab a flashlight from the kitchen and return to the body. I shine the light down on his face, and stare at the black mask. I wrap my fingers around a piece of the fabric, and rip it off. My heart stops dead in its tracks.

"JACK!?"