Author's Note: warning: this chapter contains graphic violence and material not suitable for younger readers. Please read and review. Enjoy!
Chapter 6
"Wake up! Wake up!" Arthur could hear shouts around him.
"Where a…am I…?" Arthur groaned.
"You alight kid?" asked the middle-aged man leaning over Arthur.
"Do I look like I'm alright?" Arthur felt white-hot pain shooting through his arm.
"So you got a bullet in your shoulder, lost a little blood. You'll get your arm stitched up, be as good as new," the old man told him in his deep, scratchy voice. He grabbed Arthur, picking him up off the blood-covered road. He put him in the passenger seat of his pickup truck and got in the driver's seat. "You wanna go to a hospital?" asked the man.
That was a stupid question. What else was someone else supposed to do when they were bleeding to death? But then, Arthur realized he didn't have any time. He had to find DW. She was alive, and he had to save her. He also had to get revenge on those people who killed his mom. "No. I don't have much time for that."
"Alright then, I'll patch you up," the man replied, "Name's Rodriguez, by the way."
"I'm Arthur," Arthur replied wearily, "Where are you headed?"
"Elwood City," the man said.
"Elwood City…?" the word echoed in Arthur's head. Elwood City: his home, where he was born, where he grew up, with so many memories, so many emotions. "Great. Can you take me there?"
"No problem."
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"DW, that was probably the most stupid thing you've done for a long while," Bob, one of DW's kidnappers told her as he put the usual duct tape over her mouth. Suddenly, he changed his mind, putting the duct tape over to the side. "That guy that shot Mason, do you know him?" Bob asked DW. DW shook her head. "Are you sure? Are you sure that if he's not dead, he's not gonna come looking for you? The last thing we need is some annoying guy chasing us all over the country. Are you sure he doesn't remind you of anyone?"
DW's shut her eyes for a second. Despite the tears in her eyes after her mother's death, she still got a good look at the person who shot one of her kidnappers. She knew exactly who he was, and she knew that he wasn't dead. DW knew it was her older brother Arthur, and that he was going to find her and save her from these terrible, evil people. "No, I have never seen him before. How could I? I was with you ever since I was four," she muttered, "You son of a bitch," she said under her breath.
"What was that? What did you say you little whore?" he shouted.
"Nothing," DW whispered.
"Nothing huh? I know you said something. Now say it again," Bob ordered.
DW felt a lot safer knowing that her family was out, that she had a chance of being found. She felt that she would stay with these people only for a little while longer, so she decided to lay off the innocent act and start giving these bastards a piece of her mind. "I called you a son of a bitch," she replied. The moment the words slipped out of her mouth, she regretted it.
"You little whore, you are gonna feel more pain than you ever felt in your life!"
"I'm sorry!" yelled DW. She didn't know what came over her when she said that.
"Sorry doesn't take your words back, bitch," Bob squeezed his fist, violently throwing it against DW's bruised and tear-stained face, over and over and over again.
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Arthur stood in a dark room, about ten dead bodies lying on the blood-covered floor. DW's two remaining kidnappers lay on the floor, blood streaming out of them like a river.
"Please…" they begged for their lives, "Please don't…"
Arthur stared them straight in the face. He enjoyed seeing the pain in their eyes. He wanted revenge. He pointed towards the gun towards one of them, then pulled the trigger. He could see the life drain out of the man. That brought Arthur more satisfaction than he's had for a long time. Then, pointing the gun at the other man, he pulled the trigger again and watched the bullet pierce into his chest.
"Arthur. Arthur! Wake up!" Rodriguez slightly pushed Arthur to wake him up.
"What…?" Arthur wearily opened his eyes.
"We're here. Elwood City," Rodriguez told him. Arthur looked out the window to see the familiar streets of his hometown. Memories poured into his head fasted than a speeding bullet. Tears came to his eyes as they drove by his old school, and the other places where he spent most of his childhood. It's been five days since Arthur got shot. Rodriguez stitched up his arm and since then, Arthur was surviving on painkillers and alcohol.
"So, you wanna find your dad and your sister?" Rodriguez asked.
"Yeah. Can you take me to my old home?" Arthur got an image of his house in his head… the good times, all those years ago. They drove up the driveway and Arthur got out of the car.
"I'll wait here," Rodriguez said. Arthur walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
"Can I help you?" asked the woman who opened the door.
"Uh… I'm looking for Mr. David Read and his daughter Kate," Arthur's voice came out a squeak because of the tears rising in his throat. He's been away for so long.
"Well, sweetie, you've come to the wrong place. They haven't lived here for a really long time," the lady replied.
"Do you know where I can find them?"
"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't," she told him.
"Thanks anyways," Arthur said as he turned around and headed for Rodriguez's car. "They don't live here anymore," he mumbled miserably.
"Don't worry kid, I'll help you find 'em. It's getting late. If you need a place to stay, I know a place that'll take you in. Do you want a ride?"
"Yeah, thanks," Arthur sighed. He knew he and his dad didn't exactly leave off on good terms, but he still wanted to see his dad and he wanted to see his baby sister. Finding his family and killing the people who destroyed it was the only thing that kept him going. Arthur changed now: he hardened and he was a lot less concerned about getting in trouble with the law. All he wanted was for this nightmare to be over.
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"Kate, honey, you need money. Tonight. And we've got a guest that needs some cheering up, so what do you say?" Paul smiled at Kate.
Kate didn't feel too good about selling her body; she felt filthy and she felt used, but the money did help and she didn't mind the fact that she was getting more experience in sex. "Alright, I'll do it," she smiled back at Paul.
"Wonderful," he handed Kate a red, silk robe, "Now put this on and go wait in the room." Kate did as she was told.
"Hey," Paul greeted one of his customers.
"Hi," the customer said.
"You know, you look like you could use one of our girls… to cheer you up…" Paul told him.
"I don't know… I'll just get a drink…"
"Trust me man, she's young and hot and you'll have the time of your life!" Paul assured.
"Well, okay I guess. I'll need to pass the night somehow…"
"Great! She's waiting in the room down that hall" Paul motioned.
The customer knocked on the door. "Come in," came the reply. He opened the door to find a young, beautiful girl dressed in a red silk robe, lying on a bed.
Author's note: dun dun dun… what will happen next? Find out after I get seven more reviews. Oh, and reviews such as "review number one" or "review number two" don't count. Haha. But for chapter five I counted it anyways.