Coolest trio ever with our knives and shit

It started off innocently. There I was, leaning against 'Aamir while he was drawn into his game. He and his best friend Luqman were engrossed with the PS4, while I sat between them watching. We were in the living room of my own home, as I spotted one of the cats laid down in front of the television.

Soon after 'Aamir and I had gone for a walk downstairs, pass a provision shop where people were gathered. Upon closer inspection we realised most of those people were boys my age, some a little older. No idea why they were gathered, we just moved along.

I'm not sure why, but those guys had caught sight of us and taken a certain unhappiness towards us, judging by the looks they gave. I didn't like it, so I quickly tried to get 'Aamir back home to where Luke was. He gave a slight frown at the direction of the guys but he followed me anyway.

However back home, we realised that there was also a group of boys raiding our home. We were greeted by five of them, probably one or two years older me, with knives in their hands. Luke was nowhere to be found. Of course the first instinct for me and 'Aamir was to get the fuck out of there.

We ran to the eighth floor of the flat, where there was this cement ground of space beside the staircase, sheltered by the floorings of the ninth storey. [you'd get it if you know the layout of my home's flat] We saw the lift coming, and we just suspected it to be the guys from before.

'Aamir told me to stay put and hide, so I did while he ran off. I peeked around the corner, saw that the lift had arrived at the floor and sure enough, it was those hooligans. They didn't notice me, but I saw some running up the stairs, while the rest, down.

When I was sure everything was clear, I ran back down all the way to my own home. It was like a game of block catching, only with knives and hell angry bastards.

After making sure none of them were in my home anymore, I went in to see that all my cats were still safe, though looking shocked. My neighbour crept up on me and told me he had called the police, but I'd had to wait if I needed them; and that way I had to sacrifice 'Aamir. I wasn't gonna do that, so I gave a frown and turned my back on the neighbour.

Back at home, I changed into a comfortable outfit; basically my usual of jeans and my thinnest sweater. I filled my sling bag with knives before hanging it over my shoulder, and slipped on my boots. I passed by the neighbour's house, and he stood in front of his door looking at me, shaking his head.

I checked my phone to see a bunch of missed calls from 'Aamir. There were too a few texts, telling me to hurry up and back him up. I tried calling him but he didn't answer; I took the lift back up to the eighth storey. Making sure no one was outside, I crept to the space beside the stairs, to see blood all over the floor.

I peeked over the railings, to see that some of the guys had gathered about three storeys down; another level which also had that space beside the stairs, where I could overlook from above. I threw knives, killing the three guys which had gathered there.

Done with that, I proceeded to the stairs to go one storey up. I heard something, and got a knife ready in case something jumped at me. I could hear whoever it was just around the corner, and I was prepared to slit his throat before he could have his chance.

I realised it was Luke. We both had knives pointed at the other, along with matching shocked faces. He frowned. "Where the hell is 'Aamir?" he demanded, without lowering his weapon one inch.

I didn't let my guard down either. "Ask yourself. For all we know you could have had something to do with those bastards."

Before I could blink, Luke shot a knife at my direction; he had taken out one of those guys who was creeping up on me. "Would I kill my ally?" he smirked.

"No." I frowned.

I received a call from 'Aamir, and picked up to know that he had ran off to the next block. "I don't see any of them, but I'm pretty sure some of them are still on my trail. There're loads of them..!" he cried.

Luke and I had our turn running to the next block, losing more of our knives on the way killing those people. We reunited with 'Aamir, and gave him a few more of what was left. "Who are those people?" was the first thing he demanded to know. We shrugged.

All three of us now, as we ran back to the block that was raided with the boys. We didn't know who they were, or what they wanted for us, but all we were aware of was that we had to kill them. Even if the only weapons we had were those knives.

We gathered at the fourth floor, the space that resembled a balcony, overlooked from the eighth floor and over the railings at the staircases of the other levels. We made sure we could be seen, yet unreachable by any of their weapons.

Sure enough, very soon the remainder of the gang appeared around us. The three of us stayed in a circle in the middle, keeping one another's backs covered.

When all the bastards [as we had called them] all laid around us blood-soaked and very much dead, the three of us turned to eye one another. We didn't rejoice in our victory; instead, at the same time we took out one last knife, the sharpest we had saved, and pointed at one another's eye; Luke at 'Aamir's, 'Aamir at mine, me at Luke's.

And then I woke up. 

Yes, I am the type to get all kinds of dreams every single time I sleep. I don't know why or how, but I've always had no trouble at all remembering the dreams I had at night. And I'm glad I remember them, because they make great stories.

I thought this one was cool at first, but now that I've written it it just seems funny instead. The three of us being that cool, can you even imagine? It makes me laugh! I CAN'T. [and I swear to you I'm not that fit or good with knives in reality, so fuck me]