What Could Have Been
Chapter 1
An: This is a new story I am writing with my bff dramatic13 and she wrote this chapter! Hope you enjoy.
(3rd Person POV)
"And that is why you should NOT kill me." Shawn said after he explained to some psycho-killers why he was more useful than Gus and therefore should be kept alive.
Shawn and Gus were in the middle of an argument that has been lasting for a week. Normally when they disagree, they can let it brush off in ten minutes, tops. But this argument was different. Shawn got Gus fired from his pharmaceutical sales job and Gus was never going to forgive him for that. In the beginning, Shawn tried to apologize, but then he eventually gave up. It was no use. The former best friends were now officially ex-best friends.
Flashback
"Yes, this is Burton Guster speaking. I would like to order one thousand pineapples to be delivered to my work address. It is 1087 Skylar Lane, Santa Barbara, California 93102. Yes, I have a Visa card. The numbers are xxxxxxxxxxx-xxxxxxxxxxx. When will they be delivered? Yes, tomorrow is perfect. Thank you! Bye."
Shawn just got off the phone with Pineapples-R-Us, a next day delivery pineapple service. He thought that this was going to be the best prank ever. He was sure wrong about that.
The Next Day
"Burton Guster! I would like to see you in my office NOW!" yelled Gus' boss, Howard Kayburger.
"Would you like to explain to me why we had a delivery of ONE THOUSAND PINEAPPLES to my office building in your name? By golly, you even used your own WORK CREDIT CARD too! If you thought this was funny, then you are wrong. I will now be the one laughing because YOU ARE FIRED! And, by the way, the cost for the pineapples will be charged to you personally. NOW LEAVE!"
I am going to KILL Shawn for doing this. He has gone TOO FAR! Gus thought.
End Flashback
"Well, I am SMARTER than Shawn. I can tell you just about what every single drug on the face of planet earth can do. Can Shawn do that? Your answer is not in a million years!" Gus was now trying to convince them and it was not working, just like Shawn's excuse.
If I could just distract these people for one minute, I might have a chance of escaping. I mean these people are pretty stupid. They have no bonds around us and the door is unlocked. Shawn was thinking these things as he saw a car pass by.
"Guys! A car just passed by. You might want to check it out. It could be the undercover police or the FBI or the Mounties or the…"
"SHUT UP! I will check it out myself with Gordon. You two stay here." said the taller of the two killers/kidnappers.
"Gus! I am going to escape. Are you coming with me or not?" Shawn whispered.
"There is no way on earth I will ever go with you or trust you again. You are on your own, like you left me to deal with this mess."
"Fine!" Shawn said and then left to meet his fate.
Shawn fist tip-toed out behind a Volkswagen Bug and hid and did this with a bunch of other cars of all shapes and sizes. Just as he was going to make a run for it he heard a yell.
"That son of a b**** is getting away!"
Shawn ran and ran and ran. The rain was blurring his vision and sweat was infiltrating into his eyes causing him to tear up. His muscles were aching, his throat sore, and his head pounding. He couldn't stay awake any more, but he had to. He had to get away. He had to run.
"You can run, but you can't hide. I will find you."
Run faster. Run faster. RUN FASTER! Shawn thought.
He was almost there. He would have almost lost them if it wasn't for a clumsy placing of the foot. He slipped on a slick piece of trash and came hurdling towards the concrete curb. The last thing he saw was the sidewalk streaked with blood and the last thing he smelt was the musty smell of rain mixed with the stench of garbage. Shawn felt his nose break and his head crack and blacked out.