My first fic that concentrates on Action!!! Please be kind =) May include some Angst later on cuz… I dunno all my stories end up… like that… Review?
"Joe! JOE!"
Joe snapped back into reality. But it was too late. The man fighting him, Paul Stevenson, slipped out of his vice grip and landed a punch in Joe's stomach and twisted him around, so that he could hold Joe's arms behind his back and then he used his knee to push at Joe's back, bending Joe's spine painfully.
"Ahh." The 17 year old grunted.
Frank, Joe's 18 year old brother had been warning him to pay attention from the floor below Joe, while still challenging his own opponent, Jacob Trease.
For some reason, the younger Hardy had suddenly froze in mid punch.
"Joe, you big air head!" The elder panted while he was handling the gangster.
Ignoring the evil comment, Joe focused back in the game.
He pulled at his arms, trying to twist out of the strong hold, despite the pain of his back. That didn't work, it just made the larger man apply more pressure to his back.
The younger Hardy groaned, there was no way of getting out of the painful grip.
"Frank! FRANK! Help me!" Joe shouted.
The man hurting Joe applied more pressure, making the air in Joe's lungs come out in a small gasp.
Joe couldn't breath, not like this, he tried feebly to twist out of the grasp once again, the man still wouldn't let go.
Frank glanced back,
"Oh damn… JOE!" He huffed, as he kicked Trease in the ribs, using the split second Trease was confused, Frank quickly kicked him to the ground and then he dashed to his younger brother.
Joe's fought for oxygen, his eyesight was blurry, he had no fight left in him.
Frank kicked the well built criminal aside and grabbed his brother.
"Joe, Joe, oh gods, JOE!!" Frank yelled as he tried to awaken the younger Hardy.
The boy didn't stir, but at least his pulse was still strong. Frank sighed of relief.
Relief didn't last.
Stevenson kicked the side of Frank's head, making him fall to the side, barely conscious.
Frank groaned and tried to move to protect his unconscious brother. But another kick in the head was awarded to him.
By this time, Trease had run up the stairs and accompanied his partner in crime.
Frank groaned, his head hurt like hell, he probably got a concussion.
Frank tried crawling to his brother yet again but he was blocked again, a foot came crashing down on the small of Frank's back, making him fall down with small yelp.
The owner of the foot kneeled on top of Frank, making the boy lose breath.
The same man grabbed a handful of Frank's brunette hair and yanked his head back, arching Frank's back painfully.
"Who wants to die? You or you're brother?" A husky voice growled in his ear.
Frank's head felt like it was on fire, he glanced at Joe.
O My God!
Paul Stevenson and Jacob Trease were beating Joe's unconscious body.
Those low-lives, fighting someone while they were down…Wait... If those two are with my brother… W-who is this?
The person holding Frank was…
Frank arched his back further.
Greg Haver.
The same Greg Haver they caught a year ago. He was charged for 16 murders, treason, 3 arson cases, and he was involved with drug dealing. Even before then, Haver was in and out of prison. What they thought was a petty bank robbery was not so petty after all.
Frank was sure he had as execution sentence, if not, even a life sentence.
Why the hell was he back here?
Frank had no time to hypothesize reasons. Greg had a pointed a gun straight at his temple.
Again, he repeated, "Who do you want to die?"
If Frank had enough oxygen to speak he would have and his exact words would have been, You fucking bastard, I'll kill you.
Too bad Frank couldn't heave enough air to go through his voice box.
Greg lifted his leg off Frank and yanked him up by his hair. Frank had no choice but to comply. He was still dizzy from lack of oxygen.
"Paul, Jacob, get your asses here! And bring the blondie!"
They did just what he told them to do. Frank wouldn't have been surprised if they committed suicide if Haver ordered them to.
Joe's beaten, bloody body was thrown at the apparent leader's feet. Haver kicked up.
Frank almost roared in anger. This… damn man…
"Hold him still Paul, Jacob, help him."
They switched roles. Leaving Haver free.
Paul kicked Frank in the guts causing him he wheeze out in surprise. Not helping his situation at all.
When Frank focused again. He almost screamed in horror at the scene that befell him.
Haver was hovering above his baby brother with a needle in his hand.
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