Ok, so I finished reading books 1 through to 12, and checked my school library for the 13th. My school library sucks! No 'Revenge' was there. So anyway, I was storming around my house, frustrated, when I had a thought. The title was Revenge… but whose revenge is it? My guess is that it is Cal's but… could it be Sligo's? I doubt so, but then I thought of the best site ever (fanfiction XD) and decided… Sligo should get his revenge…? I dunno, it's not fair to Cal, but… oh well; he's rich and has what he wanted, so now the bad guy can at least get close to winning…?
Oh, and I know the body guard name, Scottie, is wrong, but who cares?
Ok, enjoy! Ps, no hate mail XD sorry, long summary!
Chapter 1 – you're alive?
Friday – 28th of November – 1 year from discovering Ormond treasure.
I checked my watch. 5:25pm. I looked up at mum, and she nodded to me.
"Ok folks, that's enough for today, no more interviews until Monday; I want the weekend off," I said, as Murray Durham's old body guards ushered the reporters outside.
You may be wondering… Murray Durham? 'Toecutter' Durham? What are hisbody guards doing there? Well, turns out he felt REALLY bad about his 'mistake' 16 years ago, so in his will, he left his body guards to me. Well, me andRyan, my 'long lost twin'.
I'd been answering questions for the press all day, since 9am, and I was ready to fall asleep. Ezekiel, the body guard who still doesn't know that I snuck into his home in February last year, turned to me.
"Hey boss, Scottie and I are gonna turn in early tonight, is that ok?"
"Sure thing. Oh, and Ezekiel, just call me Cal."
"Ok… Cal." He and Scottie left, leaving just me, mum and Ryan. Winter was back at home, looking after Gabbi, and I knew mum would want to get back as soon as possible. Ever since that day when Rafe attacked the Gabster, and framed me, she has been hesitant to leave home without her.
"Hey Cal, you think you could lock up for me tonight?" asked mum, checking her watch.
"Sure thing!"
"I'll help too, if you want?" offered Ryan. I looked to mum, seeing what she thought of it.
"Ok. Probably better for you not to be walking the streets alone at night…"
"Cool, thanks mum!" said Ryan.
"We'll see you back at home."
"Ok boys, be careful!"
"Mum! Sligo and his thugs are dead, and Oriana is in jail. Bruno's dead, and Kelvin, well, I don't think he has any reason to bother us! Plus, Rafe killed Sharkey, before getting crushed by the statue of the Ormond Angel. There's no one left to get us, we'll be fine."
"Well, ok then. I'll see you later!" Mum left, and Ryan and I cleaned up the interview room.
…30 minutes later…
Finally, we were done. I slung my back pack over my right shoulder, and Ryan mimicked me. He walked over to the desk and pulled the keys to the door from the top draw.
"Ready?" he asked, swinging the keys around his forefinger.
"Yep! Let's hit the road, hey?"
"Okey-dokey!" We walked outside, and Ryan locked the door behind us, before replacing the key in his bag. We continued down the path for about 300 metres, and for some reason I felt really uneasy. The same feeling I had last year, just before I was attacked. I sped up my pace, a habit that probably saved me quite few times. But I think Ryan took this as a challenge.
"Race to our street?" he asked, raising an eyebrow to me.
"Umm, ok. Ready?"
"Set?"
"GO!" we both screamed at once, surging forward. However, the rush from the race just deepened my fears and bad feelings.
"Hey, hold up!" I shouted to my brother, as I began to slow down.
"What's up Cal?"
"I have a bad feeling…"
"Like…?"
"Y'know last year, when I was being chased?"
"Yeah? What about it?"
"I have that feeling now. Like someone's watching me… us, I mean." Ryan spun around, 360 degrees, before turning back to face me in the ever-disappearing light.
"I don't see anyone." As if on cue, somebody pounced on me from behind. Right at that moment, a black 4-wheel-drive skidded down the street, sliding in and almost clipping Ryan, my attacker and I.
The man had me in a choke-hold, pinning me to his chest, and the back door of the 4-wheeler swung open. Another guy jumped from the back seat, and grabbed Ryan the same way I was being held. We kicked and thrashed around, but it was no use.
"Haha! Hey Viper, look at 'em squirm!" said the guy holding Ryan.
"Whatever. Just get 'em in the car, Harry," said 'Viper' as he dragged me toward the open door.
"Nah! We gotta work out what one we take! They are pretty much identical!" said Harry.
"No, THIS is Cal." He lifted me off the ground a bit before dumping me back down. "I heard 'em talking, and that guy you got said 'Cal' when addressing 'im."
"You sure? You coulda gotten 'em mixed!" Suddenly I heard another voice, this one from the front passenger seat.
"Look, Harry, Viper, I know how to work it out! Only one of 'em have seen ME before." The front door opened, and the 3rd guy jumped out. Instantly, I began to squirm, trying to get away.
"Three-o? What the hell do you want? I'm no good for your money anymore!" I yelled. Viper kept his grip on me without a problem.
"Ok, Harry, let the mirror go, that's the twin. Viper was right, this is Cal."
"Ok kid, call the cops and…" Harry whipped out a gun as he released Ryan, then he shot at the cement in front of my feet.
"Shit! Watch it!"
"Haha, get lost kid!"
"No! I'm not leaving without Cal!"
"Suit yourself!" Harry aimed at my head, and I could tell Ryan was regretting butting in.
"Stop!" said a fourth voice, this time from the driver's side. "I need him alive… for now." I should have felt relieved that he stopped me from being killed, but something about his voice made me feel worse.
"Who's that?" asked Ryan.
"Haha, hold Cal up in front of my window," said the voice, and Viper dragged me to the window as it wound down. One look and I swear me eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
"Who is it Cal?" asked Ryan, hating the suspense.
"No! But- but… YOU'RE DEAD!"
"Haha, no Cal, I'm clearly not. I managed to get back to that tree, and I fled the scene, thinking the place was coming down, and hearing sirens in the distance." Even in the pale moonlight, Sligo's smirk was like a hard blow in the gut.
"Cal! Who is it?" I was about to yell to him, but Viper covered my mouth with his hand.
"Haha, no way, little dude! Your bro can't know who it is, understood?" I nodded, barely, as Harry took aim, this time on Ryan. Instantly, I attempted yelling at him to run, but Viper kept his grip on my face. Harry waved the gun around carelessly.
"Alright! No cops! Or Cal gets it! Am I being clear enough for you?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good. Now, scat! I don't wanna see your face ever again!" Ryan turned and bolted away, but not before casting a glance in my direction. I managed to free my mouth for a split second.
"I'll be fine, just run, and don't tell mum about this!" I saw him nod his head, before disappearing. Three-o and Harry jumped into the car, as Sligo wound the window back up. Then Viper threw me in on top of Harry like I was no more than a sack of potatoes. Fast as lightning, maybe faster, Harry pounced, tying my hands behind my back, and sitting me upright on the centre seat. Viper slid in on the other side of me, and the two large thugs left little room for me to breathe.
"Sligo?" I said, a shiver going up at the sound of his name escaping my lips. It was ok talking to mum, saying he was dead, but now, I just couldn't stand it.
"Yes Cal?" I took a deep breath before continuing.
"What do you want with me? Why are you working with Three-o? Where are we going?"
"Haha, I'm working with 'Three-o' because I hired him. It was just my luck that he hates your guts like I do." Three-o turned in his seat, smiling meanly at me. I was about to lunge at him, when I felt something jab at my sides. I looked down, and straight away, I slunk back into my seat slowly, not taking me eyes off the barrels of the two guns that Viper and Harry were aiming at me.
"What about my other questions? Where are we going? What do you want?"
"You should know, of all people, that I won't say where we are going, and as for what I want…" He slammed on the brakes suddenly, swearing at the driver in front of him. He pulled the car up, driving along side the other car, before winding down his window and pointing a gun at the other driver. The other driver slammed on his brakes, swerving off-road. Sadly, the innocent man rolled his car, and Sligo sped off as it tumbled down the steep hill.
"You were saying?" I said, shaken up by his road rage.
"Ah yes. What I want with you is my revenge."
"W-wait! Did I just hear you right? You want YOUR revenge? You tried to kill me numerous times! How do you feel you need to get revenge?"
"Because clearly, my efforts to kill you didn't work, and you got the treasure I wanted. The treasure that was the reason for my actions. You, a dirty, rotten, stinking little kid, avoided death, for an entire year! How is that fair on me? I spent thousands of dollars worth of oil, maybe millions, and I didn't even get the treasure to pay it back!"
"Whoa! You're calling THAT unfair? Coming from the guy who almost had me KILLED!"
"Just remember Cal… I have three guys with guns, as well as myself, in this car. You may want to keep your damn mouth shut." That brought me back to reality. Looking down again, I saw that the guns hadn't shifted from their previous position, and I shut up immediately.
15 minutes later, Sligo pulled into a long driveway. A hundred metres back from the fence line, and the heavy-security gate, was a massive white house, looking like a mansion set in the middle of nowhere. I could only guess that this was Sligo's new home, and he had something dangerous in line for me.
As the car slowed down out the front of the house, I made a split second decision. As soon as the doors to the back seats opened, and either Harry or Viper's attention slipped away from me and they focused on getting out, I'd rush towards them, then make a mad dash for the front gate as they struggled to recover from shock.
Sligo and Three-o were the first to get out, then Harry and Viper opened their doors. Harry was out a couple of seconds before Viper, so I shot out after him, and raced to the front gate.
I did it! I made it out of the car, now I just had to focus on running to the gate! As I ran, I struggled with my bound wrists, tugging on the rope tying them together.
Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of me, and I crashed to the ground hard, someone on top of me, holding me down. I struggled to roll over, to see who it was, but they held me down as they tied my ankles together.
"Nice try, Cal! But you aren't getting away this time!" said Sligo, finally getting off me. He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, as he began walking to the front door of the house.
"Where are we?" I managed, getting my breath back.
"My new home! Fancy, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess. Bit big though? I mean, just you living here?"
"Shut up Cal, enough small talk." I refused to be silent.
"So, what sort of revenge have you got lined up? Shoot me? Drown me? Shove me into a large hole with a spike at the bottom?"
"Ugh! Shut up!"
"Why? If you're gonna kill me, I may as well know how. Not like I could stop it, with you and three thugs surrounding me."
"If you must know, I had something better than your death lined up."
"I'm listening…"
"Look kid, Vulkan said shut it, you shut it!"
"Thank-you Viper." Sligo opened his door, and we walked inside. To the right was another door, and he unlocked it before descending the stairs. When we reached the bottom, he flicked on a light switch, revealing a prison-like basement, with numerous cells all along the hallway. Sligo threw the key to Harry, and he unlocked the first one.
Sligo dumped me on the ground roughly, and I winced in pain. Harry relocked the cell door, before tossing the keys back to Sligo.
"You can go now boys," he said to the other three, more of an order than a request. I didn't speak until all but Sligo remained.
"So? What do you want, if you're not gonna kill me?" Sligo laughed, and I tried to recoil, which is extremely hard to do when your hands and feet are tied up.
"Ah, you stupid, stupid little kid!" he said, still smiling. "The ONLY reason I would have not to kill you is to use you."
"In what way?"
"Well, I understand you are very close to Winter, no?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Why?"
"Answer my god damn question, Cal." The way he said my name was the same way he responded to the mention of Oriana, in January last year.
"Y-yeah, we're f-friends."
"Good enough friends for her to trust you?"
"Define trust. How trustworthy are you thinking?"
"Trustworthy enough for you to hand her over to me, while telling her that it's safe, and assuring her that nothing will happen."
"Why would I do that?" He whipped out a gun, and pointed it at my head.
"Does this answer your question? Either you turn her in, or I pull the trigger. Your choice."
"So, either I work for you, or you kill me?"
"Spot on." I took in a deep, slow, painful breath, and Sligo laughed again.
"My, my! You must really like that traitorous little witch, you're actually considering it!" he said. "Don't tell me you'd rather a bullet to the brain over turning her in! This is too good!" I glared at him, and his smile faded as he glared back. He reloaded his gun, pointing it at me again.
"So, say I said yes?" I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "How would I get her to come, without the possibility of running myself?" His smile returned. He knew he'd won.