Freddie's POV
"Griffin! There getting away!" I yelled; running, trying to catch up with the Scandinavian "social worker". We turned the corner to find a dead end.
"Shit!" Griffin yelled; exasperated in the middle of the hall way in the abandoned apartment building. Water stains tented the used to be snow white walls and the dim light flickered. Telling us I would go out soon.
"Griffin…" I said placing a hand on his ridged shoulder. "Were going to find this ass hole and bring him down. Were also going to find the girls…we wont give up."
"Freddie…what if we don't find them…what if there already dead? If they are then there's no point in looking!" He yelled; glaring into my rock hard eyes.
"And like you said… if they are, don't you think we should avenge there murder? Don't you think we owe them that?" I asked, yelling right back in his face.
He sighed "I guess your right…"
"Now let's just go back to the house and start from square one…okay?" I asked as we both calmed down.
"Yeah…let's get this bastered!" he answered; walking back down the hallway we had come in from and to the lobby. As we opened the doors of the shiny black SUV and I got in the drivers seat, I couldn't help but think about when this man hunt all started. I thought this as I drove away form my old home, Bushwell plaza.
Flash back…..
I know this chapter is really short but I had to get it out of the way…the second one will start out as a flash back to the beginning. I hope you all like it. If not I'll just not do it. But what ever I liked the idea and I hope you all do to.
R&R…: )
~iSam101~