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New chapter! Yay for quick update? Anyways, enjoy!

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Nick Duval sat in his dark room, at the desk illuminated by one dim light, writing slowly into a piece of paper. A gun laid next to his hand, with one bullet in, for one purpose only. Nick had lost his will to live, or to do anything for that matter. He didn't even know why he bothered writing a note when he knew no one would probably read anyway. Heck, if someone did, who would even care?

Nick turned to look at the scratched, wooden picture frame resting on his table, of the person he once loved, maybe still loved. The beautiful bright green eyes that would sometimes turn brown when it's dark around them, the soft chestnut hair he loved to play with, his voice whenever he sang, the sound of his laugh, his smile, even each of the little freckles on his face... Oh how he missed him. Nick sighed. Would he care? He doubted it. He left long ago, not even looking back. Not one call, not one letter, nothing. So why would he care?

"I should stop thinking about him." He mumbled, shaking his head. "Doubt he still thinks about me. Probably forgot who I am already. I mean he's living his dream going to one of the best music schools in New York. New York! And look at me, sitting here writing a freaking suicide note that no one's gonna read... and now I'm talking to myself. How pathetic." He finished writing and folded the paper up, tucking it in his jeans' pocket for someone to - though he was still sure probably not - find it.

He sighed and shakily picked up the gun, cocking it and pointing it towards his head. "Goodbye stupid little world." He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and-

"Help! Help me!"

Nick opened his eyes and frowned, lowering his gun and slipping it between his jeans and shirt. He slowly got up and walked to the window, opening the blinds to see a bright blonde teenage boy, probably no older than sixteen, shouting for help and running towards his house frantically. He was holding a camera in his hands although it dangled from his neck - probably afraid of it falling. He watched as the boy reached his front door, banging on it desperately, his beautiful hazel eyes filled with panic and fear.

Nick sighed and went downstairs. He unlocked and opened the door. He didn't even get a word out when the boy rushed in and practically screamed, "Shut the door!"

The brunette shut the door and locked it then turned to the boy. "What's wrong?" But the blonde was pretty much having a panic attack and frantic so Nick grabbed his shoulders gently. "Hey, hey, calm down and tell me what's wrong."

"He..He..He killed someone a..and now he's chasing me and he's going to kill me!" The fifteen-year-old wailed, terrified.

"No, hey, calm down. I'm not gonna let anyone kill you." Nick soothed him. "Who did you see? Who was it?"

Just as he was about to answer, a gunshot sounded and a bullet knocked the door handle off, causing the young boy to scream in fear. Nick quickly rushed him and himself up the stairs. "Hide!" He told the boy, grabbing his gun and shooting at the intruder. He ran into one of the rooms and shut the door, while Nick who was at the top of the stairs and the intruder downstairs both hid to avoid getting shot.

"Get off my property." Nick said, replacing the old bullet in his gun with a new one, the only other bullet he had in the house.

"Listen kid, I'm just here to get that boy and the film in his camera and I'll get out of here. He's seen my face but you haven't and if you get him down here now I'll leave and won't bother you again." The man said.

"Oh you can have him..." Nick stated. "When hell freezes over!"

"You better give me him now, kid. You don't know who you're dealing with."

Nick scoffed. He wasn't afraid. "You better leave now, or I swear I'll call the police."

The man went silent, then noticed the house phone a few feet away from him, far from the stairs. He walked towards it and picked it up, holding it to his ear. Nothing. He chuckled and placed it back down. "Phone's dead."

"I have a cellphone, idiot." Nick said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh I know. I'm looking at it right now." The man laughed, seeing the old BlackBerry resting on a coffee table downstairs. Nick inwardly cursed. Why am I so stupid? He thought to himself.

"My offer still stands." The man said, taking off his black ski mask that he had put on after chasing the boy, and made himself comfortable on the couch. "Bring him downstairs and I'll leave you alone. Just think about it. We have plenty of time."

Nick rolled his eyes and chose not to respond to that. He just sat at the top of the stairs, keeping his hand on his gun for whenever he needed it. He sighed seeing the boy slowly come out of the room, but said nothing.

The boy sat down next to him, and decided not to say anything either for a while, still shaken up and terrified. They just sat like that for some time, neither speaking, one too afraid and the other just having nothing nice to say.

After a long while, however, the younger of the two spoke up softly and nervously. "Are.. Are you going to hand me over?"


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Cliffhanger! Oops. I'll try to update fast though only six people read this story... Please review! I don't know if anyone likes this story if no one reviews AND I only got six views! Anyway, see you guys in the next update! R&R please!