Here's the next chapter!! As I was writing this, I was listening to te song "Gunpowder and Lead" by Miranda Lambert. I couldn't help but think it would be apprpriate for this story. :)
CHAPTER 6 Not Good, Not Good At All
He swung his gun around and pointed it at his daughter. With only about twelve feet between them, he fired.
Everyone screamed as Bo fell down. But before anyone could make a move toward her, Evans had swung the gun back at them.
"Who's next?" he asked calmly.
No one answered, their eyes fixed on Bo. To their surprise, she sat up painfully, clutching at her bleeding leg.
"Looks like my aim was off," Evans said. "Next time I won't miss."
Bo attempted to stand, but fell to the ground in pain. Benny couldn't stand it. Ignoring the danger, he ran to Bo's side.
"How bad is it?" he asked.
"It passed clean through," Bo said, gritting her teeth. "I think."
"Isn't that cute?" Evans said sarcastically. "Makes me want to puke!"
Benny ignored him and slipped the jersey he wore over his T-shirt off.
"Here," he said, "Let me tie this around it so you don't bleed to death."
Bo nodded and Benny quickly tied the jersey around the bullet whole in her calf. It wasn't very thick, and blood started seeping through almost immediately. It would only get worse if she had to stand, Benny knew.
"Put pressure on it." Benny suggested. "Mom said to stop bleeding you need to apply pressure."
Bo nodded and did as he suggested.
'She looks so weak.' Benny thought. 'How can she be the same person as the girl who punched Phillips?'
The police sirens were drawing closer.
'Just a little longer," Benny thought, "and we'll be saved!'
But his hopes were dashed at Evans' next words.
"All right you two, on your feet! We're getting out of here!"
"She can't walk on that leg!" Benny objected. "She'll bleed to death!"
"Get her on her feet," Evans replied, cocking and aiming the gun at Bo's head, "Or I'll kill her right now."
"I can walk." Bo replied. "Help me, Benny."
'If I die,' she thought as Benny helped her to her feet. 'Then he won't waste time killing everyone in sight.'
She was unsteady on her feet and would have fallen had Benny not helped her stay on her feet.
"Get moving!" Evans ordered. "And you boys!" He spun the pistol around toward the guys, who stood in shock and fear. "You stay right where you are, or one of these bullets might find your worthless body!"
Doing as they were told, Bo and Benny started moving slowly toward the sandlot's exit while their friends stood in place, fear for their friends in their eyes.
'Get help!' Bo mouthed to them.
She vaguely saw Kenny nod in understanding, before she became nauseas. Benny had wrapped her arm around her so that he half-carried her as she struggled to walk. As they walked onto the street, Evans fired a shot behind him into the sandlot. Bo and Benny started to spin as they heard the other guys scream and scatter.
"We're fine!" Ham yelled.
"You won't be if you don't shut up, boy!" Evans snarled. "Now move!"
Just then, three police cars screeched to a stop in front of Evans and his captives, blocking off their escape. The cops jumped out, their hands clawing at the pistols on their sides. In one solid movement, Evans moved the gun to the side of Benny's head and pulled the knife, which he had picked up without anyone noticing, out of his pocket and stuck it next to Bo's throat.
"Take one step closer," Evans threatened, "And they die!"
"Let them go, Evans." the sheriff ordered, his gun aimed steadily at Evan's head.
"I promise you," Evans said slowly, letting his words sink in, "You take one step closer and the boy gets a bullet in his head and my darling daughter here," he moved the knife quickly, drawing a trickle of blood from her already bleeding neck, "gets a knife in the throat. Ever seen how long it takes to die like that? Takes minutes. Pain-filled minutes."
"Let them go!" the sheriff repeated, his gun wavering slightly.
"You listen to me!" Evans roared, "If you don't put those guns down and back away I will kill them right here, right now!"
Silence. No one spoke, no one moved. All feared for the lives of the two held hostage by this madman.
"Do it now!" Evans yelled.
"Do as he says!" the sheriff ordered his men, setting his gun on the ground and backing away.
The others followed his example.
"Good." Evans nodded in amusement.
He moved to the closest cop car and forced Bo and Benny into the back, before climbing into the driver's seat and locking the doors.
"See ya boys!" he yelled out the window as he revved the engine and sped down the deserted road.