''Explain yourself, young lady!'' ''Dad he-'' ''I don't wanna hear what he did, I wanna hear what you did.'' ''He was just being a pervert! Asking me all these questions, getting close to me and stuff like that!'' ''That's not what your school told me, and second, what gives you the right to attack him?!'' Her hands were clenched now. Samantha was a smart kid, honor roll, Straight A's, but she was also a trouble maker, and a fighter. She never wanted to show it, as she felt violence was just not for her, but she wouldn't be afraid if she had to. After years of fighting, doing it in high school wasn't a problem, man or woman. John, on the other hand, was a complete pacifist. Would turn the other cheek, and then turn his back to you. He was only a fighter verbally, which helped him in his lawyer profession. Unfortunately for John, the kid Samantha punched was the privileged silver spoon child, of one of his fellow attorneys. Bad luck, Samantha guessed. They'd see how it would get resolved.

''W-What?" ''Don't act like you don't remember me!'' ''Chrissy...'' I felt like I was gonna vomit. I looked around, but it was kinda like looking into...nothing. It was like being put under with anesthesia, but not fully there, you know? ''So, what is happening? Am I dead?" I tried to look at her, but I just...Can't. ''Not exactly. Being dead isn't like what you think. You're having what we call a, ''After death experience''.'' ''So I am dead?'' I couldn't be. It wasn't possible. ''No,no,no. We call it after death, because you're seeing what we're gonna see. It's like you're watching a T.V. When someone close to you almost dies or has died, you can get some talk with them. You see, when you're born, if you have a sibling, you connect a bond with that person, literally, by blood. It means a lot more than you think.'' ''So, what do you wanna tell me?'' ''Get up. Keep going. The world's only as bad as you make it. You need to do this for her. I really like this one, Vincent...'' ''Wow, thanks sis. Yeah, Like I wasn't gonna do that, or didn't know it all already. I told you I was always the smart one.'' ''Hey, fuck you, I could just pull the plug and fucking kill you now if you want. You want that?'' ''No...'' ''Yeah, you talk different now, don't you? Fuck off, make me proud.''

''Pliers.'' Oh shit, I think I know what is happening- AHHHHHHHH! FUCK! ''MOTHERFUCKER!'' I jolted up knocking Rich and Sam back. ''Hey, what the fuck is going on back there? I just had a fucking heart attack, Jesus Christ!'' Thanks, Jimmy. Glad he's concerned about my help. ''Paige help me hold him down!'' Paige and Rich grabbed onto my shoulders and pinned me down. ''Just hang on Vinz!'' I could make out Sam's voice through the ringing in my ears. Oh my god! The pliers went back the fuck in, AUGH! FUCK! ''It's out!'' My chest is split the fuck open, no doubt. ''We need to cauterize the wound!'' This is really ironic that I'm being operated on, by the person I operated on. ''Here!''...''Is this gonna work?''...''Nothing else we can use!'' Wow, that's great. Sounds like it's going fucking swimmingly. *Click* There not gonna use a fucking lighter right?...''Alright. Take it from me, this will really hurt!'' It got closer to my skin, and I could feel the heat radiating from the lighter. It made contact with my skin, and holy fuck did that hurt. It was a lot more weaker than the poker, so this will take longer. After five seconds, I lost my fucking mind and was ready to kill someone. After ten seconds, My arms were starting to get loose. After fifteen seconds, it was both done, and I got loose. Without thinking, I uppercut Rich in the chin, and pushed Paige into the car window. ''Hey Hey Hey! It's done, it's done!'' I looked over at Sam. ''Why is your sling gone?" Her arm was free now, and the would looked like it healed very nicely.

''Hey, assholes! What the hell is going on back there? Fuckin' sounds like you hit the window with a bat, Jesus.'' ''Fuck you, and fuck your lighter. Where are we headed?'' I looked around the van. James was in the front passenger seat, with Alex in the back. There was enough space in the back, if you put the seat down, to do the operation. ''Florida, where ya think? We're coming up to Atlanta, I believe.'' I looked at the window, and saw the city. We were on the main road, when I saw something. ''What is that over there?'' I pointed at the window to the right, and the others looked to where I pointed. ''It looks like a herd...I think...they're migrating.'' ''Say that again, Rich?'' Fucking migrating... ''The cold? It's the cold isn't it? Can handle twenty shots to the chest, but a little cold, makes them cry.'' Fuck this planet. ''What the fuck is this?!'' We looked towards Jimmy, just in time to see two black vans come around the corner. Jimmy swerved to go around them, when two motor cycles came out of a fucking alley. ''Fuck, okay, Vinz, take this, and Sam point this at the bad guys this time.'' Jimmy tossed Sam a Beretta and me, a Uzi. Only one clip, great. Paige and Rich still had their respective rifles.

I pulled open the back door with Rich's help, and Let loose with my Uzi, spraying the windshield of both cars. In seconds, My ammo was out, but one of the vans crashed into a pull on the side of the road. The other van, however, was gaining on us. ''Rich, take the sh-'' Sam broke through the two of us, and fired towards the tire. It shot open, causing the van to lose control quickly and crash into the side of a building. ''Damn, Vince, you got a keeper!'' ''Come on, there's still the bikes left!" Sam pulled me towards the front of the car. ''Jimmy! Pull us along side one of them!'' I had a plan. Jimmy got right next to one of the bikers. He pulled out a Sub Machine Gun, but I pushed open the door, knocking him off balance. Before he hit the ground, he grabbed onto my leg, and tried to get his gun up. I kicked his gun, not making him lose it, but enough to get it back down, and pulled him into the car. As soon as he was in, he punched Sam square in the face, and me in the side of my chest. He had fucking done it now. ''Rich!'' I threw a straight, into his throat, distracting him enough for me to pull off his helmet. Rich came up alongside of me, and smacked the butt of his gun into his temple. I grabbed his gun, and kicked him out the car. Sam was definitely rocked from that, dazed at my side. It seemed his cross, hit her in the temple, a feeling I knew very well. ''Paige! You got it?'' Paige aimed out of the back seat at the other biker. ''Sam? Are you with me?'' I had my hand on her shoulder trying to straighten her and hold her still. When you're rocked, you mind draws a blank, and you world spins for a minute. I looked over at Paige, and with her rifle, she was firing at the biker. He was a doing a great job of wasting her ammo. ''Vinz, I can't hit em!'' The biker pulled out his gun, and fired into the windshield. Jimmy and James got down just in time, as Glass flew everywhere, the dashboard, the floor, everywhere.

''Goddammit! Vincent, handle it!'' ''Well, get me along the fucking side of him them!'' Once the biker stopped to reload, Jimmy sat up, and sped up the side of the biker. ''Why can't I just hit him?'' '' Don't waste the guns!'' As soon as he was next to us, I kicked the door open and grabbed his gun in mid air. He did too, sadly, and propelled off his bike into the car. Paige grabbed the gun as soon as he was in, but he charged into Paige. shoulder first, knocking the gun out of her hands. Rich had tried to level his rifle, but the guy grabbed the gun, pushing it away from him, and knocking the top into Rich's face. I grabbed the biker from behind and wrapped him into a choke hold. ''Sam, the helmet!'' Sam reached out and grabbed the helmet, but the biker smashed his head back, causing for me to break the hold. Sam was able to grab the helmet off, and immediately swung it into his face. I got up and grabbed him from behind, pulling him back down. Sam grabbed the Beretta, aimed, and deposited one in his head. I opened the door and let him out, making sure to keep the gun. ''Good job, mates! And during all that, we're out of Atlanta!'' I looked outside the now broken windshield, just as we exited the city. ''Who the fuck were those guys?'' Rich asked. ''No doubt Naka's men.'' ''That slag won't rest till he gets his hands on us!" ''Yeah...Just fucking drive Jimmy.'' I looked around. Alex had been hiding under seat, and James looked shell shocked from that entire encounter. This was a bad day.

20 minutes later...

I awoke in the back seat. I looked around, and saw The kids were now sleeping the back seat, Paige was in the front seat, and Rich was also in the back seat looking around. I was in the back-back. I don't really remember falling asleep, but I saw Sam in my arms. It looks like we fell asleep together. As we laid together in the back I felt something. It was just this wave of protectiveness, and nervousness, and...Love. It doesn't seem...Like...right. I shouldn't feel this way. No...No, I remember this. It was like when my sister and I were together, I knew I had to protect her with my life, and...well.. yeah we know what happened. I'm still gonna lay here a little longer though. ''What the hell?...'' I looked up and saw Jimmy and Rich looking out the windshield. Being the only 3 up, I got up, being careful not to wake Sam, and moved through the car to see what they were seeing. ''Vince, look.'' I looked out and saw what looked to be a checkpoint. But those weren't still in use by soldiers. ''Should I stop?'' ''Seems like our only option.'' Jimmy slowed down to a halt, and I could see three figures coming out from a little, what looked like a toll booth. They walked up to our window. ''Jimmy-'' ''Yeah, I'm packed.'' ''So am I.'' ''Okay. Get ready. '' The guy walked up, jeans, jacket, and Do rag on his head. ''Who the fuck are you and why are you here?''

I think this is my longest chapter, and goddamn was it fun to work on. I'm gonna work on more backstories for Jimmy, Paige, and Richard in the next couple chapters.