Part II: Trespassers Will Be Shot

Chapter 7: The beginning

Jude

I wake up and I'm bleeding, and it's dark, and I don't know what time it is. I can faintly hear voices, but they're from some other place besides the one I'm at. Not too far away, but far away enough so that I can't hear what they're saying. I just know they're there. I'm trying to figure out where in the hell I am, and why I'm bleeding, and why it's so damn dark. I wouldn't even know I was bleeding, if I couldn't feel it running down my nose and cheeks.

It takes me a moment to realize that I can't move because I'm tied down. That freaks me out, and I immediately struggle against the restraints. I'm lying down, on a metal bed, and I can't move. Relax Jude, I tell myself. Don't get worked up, think. I take my own advice, and think back to how I got here. Pony and I were walking home from his school. We were jumped by some guys. They shot him. Oh my God, they shot him, I think. Pony's dead!

There's no time for that now. I'll figure that out later. Right now, I have to think. After Pony was shot, I was screaming for help. The men who shot Pony, kicked me hard in the ribs, and then stood me up and tossed me to some guy in the shadows. I knew right away who he was. He had haunted me in my nightmares for the past few months.

"How'd you manage to survive being shot twice, you little shit?!" He hissed at me, grabbing me around the neck. I looked and Pony's unmoving body, and cried. I know I promised I would never cry, but I couldn't help it.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter now. I'm just going to take you back to my place and get rid of you once and for all." He said arrogantly, shoving me in front of him. He tossed me into his van, where the three other guys from my nightmares were. They tied me up and drove for awhile, until I told them I needed to use the bathroom. They had reluctantly stopped at a gas station, and when I walked around the back of the van, I took careful notice of the license plate.

"Hurry up!" The guy had barked at me, not wanting to catch too much attention from the cashier. I have the man behind the counter a knowing look, and then stepped inside the restroom. On apart of the wooden stall door, I used my cross necklace to carve

Jude King 8:30ish P.M

Kidnapped by Detroit robbers

License plate number746k12920

I can hear the door to the room I'm in being unlocked, and when it opens I have to shield my face from the light that I'm not used to.

"Jude, right? Jude King? I've been looking for you for quiet a long time."

Jason

I pick up my home phone of the first ring, startled out of a restless sleep. I had been watching the news, waiting for any word from the police, when I drifted off to sleep on the couch.

"Hello?" I say groggily into the phone. I haven't slept all that much in a while, and my alertness is really suffering.

"Jason, it's Mike. The cashier from that gas station called, and said he found some valuable information. Do you know a man by the name of George Harlan?" He asks me.

"Uh, no. Never heard of em'. Why?" I answer.

"Because he owns a blue van with a license plate number of 746k12920. And he lives at 1315 Oak Avenue." He tells me.

"And I should care because…?"

"Because he's known for two things." Mike answers, really bugging me.

"Which are…?" I prompt impatiently.

"Detroit robberies, and a tattoo of a snake and a staff."