Chapter Six: Two's A Company

My eyes felt worn out and weary as I opened them up to sight of darkness all around me. My eyes shifted to the window, looking outside. It was night. Though I had no idea what time it eas. Looking at the sky, I was guessing the night was still young. About nine or ten. But when did I fall asleep? No, wait, the question is, how did I fall asleep?

I shifted my leg slightly. I winced. It still hurt from the ... gunshot. Oh yeah. That's right. That's the last thing I remembered. The hitcher-hiker, Jim had shot me for running away. But I felt the injury wrapped. He must of knocked me out, fixed me up, and then handcuffed me to the seat. My mouth was covered and sealed by duct tape. I looked over and saw the blonde occupied by driving.

Why was he keeping me alive though? To torture me, or something? I was so confused and scared at the same time. I sighed once and I knew he heard me. He turned his head toward my direction once for only a glimpse, then he went back to his business.

A smile was chiseled into his face. "'Morning sunshine. Wanna see something cool? We're going to visit an old friend of your buddy, Jimmy's."

My eyes grew weide. Oh, shit! Captain Estridge! He's planning to kill him! And Jim and Maggie too! No!

I couldn't stop the hitch-hiker either. He was going to kill my sister and Jim... and he was going to make me watch. I wish he'd just kill me now.

I began to break down in tears. My whimpers were muffled by the tape.

He looked over at me in fake sympathy. "Aw, don't be sad. Everything will be just fine. Just fine and dandy."

-Maggie's POV-

"We gotta get to the police." I told Jim as we pulled up in the driveway of the Estridge Farm.

"No, Captain Estridge can help us get Sierra back. He's the only person I trust around here." he replied.

"Jim! What if he's not here! That hitcher could kill her at any time!" I exclaimed.

"Will you just trust me?" he shouted. "She'll be fine!"

I was taken aback. He never yelled at me like this before.

We pulled up into the driveway of the Estridge farm. The two of us got out of the car and stepped onto the porch.

He rang the doorbell. "Captain Estridge?"

There was silence.

"Cap?"

Still there was no answer. The two of us looked toward the barn.

"May be he's in there." I said.

-Sierra's POV-

"Remember, don't say a word. Okay? Okay."

The blonde ran his pointer finger over my taped lips. The two of us were hidden in the hayloft. He had just murdered Captain Estridge and his wife. He didn't have me watch, though. Thankfully.

The hitch-hiker Jim loaded up his hand gun. Though I saw him only put one bullet in it. I was scared in finding out who that one bullet was for. Me. Maggie. Or Jim.

I was shaking, my whole body was shaking, terrified with fear. I kept thinking of Maggie and Jim. I was probably never going to see them ever again.

The barn doors creaked open minutes later. The blonde ducked down. The red light reflected off of his face, making him look even more menicing. He looked like an animal right about to kill it's prey. He clicked off the saftey, gripping onto the weapon, tightly. I heard a hushed, feminine voice. And then there was a broken up, male voice. I knew those voices. It was them, it was Maggie and Jim.

I looked over at the hitch-hiker. I whimped, trying to get his attention. Whatever happens, I didn't want them to be the one hurt.

He turned his head over to me, smirking. He put his pointer finger to his lips and hushed me. No.

He was still waiting, patiently. I then heard the sound of police sirens outsides. Just on time.

"Come out with your hands up! Drop your weapons!" ordered one of the officers.

"We're comin' out!" Maggie yelled back to them. "We'll explain everything, just don't shoot!"

She whispered to Jim to move and follow her. The blonde shifted himself to the entrance of the hayloft. The boards creaked as he fixed himself in looking downward.

"Two's a company..." he spoke up. "...three's a crowd. Sorry, crop duster."

My eyes widended. I wasn't going to allow him to kill her. I lunged myself at the blonde Jimas he was about to shoot. I succeeded and making him miss. The bullet pierced the wooden planks in front of us. I fell on top of him. But he quickly pushed me off.

I heard a car start up and drive out of the barn. Yes, they got away.

The male with me, grunted out of pain and frustration. I didn't move at all, so I wasn't able to see what he was doing. But I knew I was probably going to be dead soon. I didn't care, though. As long as Maggie and Jim were safe now, I was fine; dead or alive.

I felt myself being grabbed up forward. The face of my handler got close to me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Here it comes. I'm sorry, Maggie.

But at the second, the doors of the barn came open again. The blonde Jim ducked down, bringing me in the shadows with him. He pulled me by the hair, with hair large hand, sealing my mouth, preventing me to make any noises. I didn't. I just remained silent.

"Holy shit... look at what they did! Captain Estridge s dead!"

"Those sick freaks... Come on, let's get down to the station and get the others to help find these two."

"Yeah, yeah. Alright."

And as the police discussed their plans, they exited out of the barn. The hitch-hiker still kept me near, still waiting. Until there was silence and no more cops left. The sound of their cars picked up on their engines and rode off.

And when the coast was clear, I was dragged off again, with him.