We need weapons

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"Brandon" I yelled while hitting his door. He opened his door,"What!" He yelled. I need to figure something out. There's something not right here, and we need to figure it out." He smiled "we" he said. "Of course. I can't do anything without you." I said and he blushed beat red. I laughed. "Anyways, we need to go on land." "Why" he asked. "Because, I know who's behind all the surprise kidnaps and writing." I said. Brandon looked at me shocked. "Ok, but first, we need weapons." He said while walking out the door. I followed him through these twisted Halls and spiral staircases. He typed in a code and the door opened. "Welcome to our weapons lab. Be careful because everything here could kill you" he said in a very serious tone. I started laughing. "What?" He asked cluelessly. I laughed even louder. "Seriously, what's going on?" He asked clearly getting angry. I imitated his voice and look, while walking around like him. "Everything here can kill you." I said in his deep voice. I started laughing again and accidentally tripped on my foot and fell clutching my stomach because I was laughing way too hard. "Okay har har har. You're so funny" he said in a sarcastic tone. "Let's get back to business because this is you're idea." He said. I put my hands up to surrender. And got up. "Ok, now let's start. I know you're amazing with a bow, so here." He said while passing me a silver bow and matching arrows. I took it from his hands and I saw something. I saw a girl that looks like me, and I saw a woman, and a man. We were walking along the beach together. They seemed like the perfect family. I let go of the bow, and fell to my knees. "I'm so sorry Lisa. I forgot that it can show you memories good or bad, when you touch it." He said apologizing. "How does it know it was me?" I asked. "You are its owner. It only allows you to touch it. And I guess sometimes me." He said. Brandon helped me up and handed me back my bow and a bunch of other weapons. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. "I'm ready."

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