A/N: Hello again! Hooray, I'm updating, but, like I said, this is unfortunately my last update! I'm sure I'll be able to update on Monday! Though, if my sister doesn't show up or if she shows up at a later time, then I'll probably be able to (quickly) update tomorrow! If she shows up, then, like I said, it'll be Monday, before I update. Though, if she doesn't show up at all, then I'm sure I'll be updating some days this weekend! If I go on my holiday (most-likely, I will be), I'll be sure to update every night (if not, most nights)! Well, that's enough of my yacking! I'll try to make this chapter as great as possible for you! Frankly, I'm surprised I didn't get more reviews, considering what happened last chapter! I'm also surprised I didn't receive a certain review from a certain someone. Oh well. We'll just have to wait and see! Here I am, still talking! Let's just get the story rolling!

Chapter 25: Escaping, Rage, and Discovery

Kevin's PoV:

As soon as I hear the protruding footsteps, I look behind me, seeing the two bandits, chasing after me. Marv, being younger and thinner, is more agile than Harry, so he's closer to me than his partner is. I'm more so worried about what Harry will do to me, if I'm caught, even though Marv's closer to me. Even though the cold night air and the pain I'm experiencing is making me want to slow down, I know I can't.

"Come on, kid! Get back here!" shouts Harry, in an aggressive manner. Then again, he's always aggressive. Though, I know better than to listen to him. This is my chance to get away, and I damn well intend to. I intend to get away from the people, who shot my Mother…

"We promise! We won't hurt you!" Just like last year, Marv taunts. I trust Marv more than Harry, but I know better than to even believe him.

"Marv!"

I look back at the two chasers, as the bigger kidnapper elbows his younger partner. I know Harry and Marv—especially Harry—aren't serious about not hurting me. I know better than to believe them, and that's why I have to keep on running.

As I continue to run, I realize that I still have the gun in my hand. In no way, can I ever shoot somebody, but if it comes to me needing to defend myself, I just may have to. I thought what happened tonight was the most terrible thing that could happen to me, but I was clearly wrong. Witnessing my Mother being shot is way worse. With all the anger and rage, I still won't be able to shoot these villains, willingly.

The next thing I know, I hear a gunshot, which causes me to jump, startled. Considering the weak state I'm in, I cover my head and cry, as well. Before long, another shot is fired, causing the tears to stream down my face all over again. I know I need to get help, before I'm shot, but I don't know where I'm going! I just look around at my surroundings, seeing the lit up, dead area of New York—the area of Central Park at night.

"Come on, kid! Stop running!" Once again, Harry shouts, in an aggressive manner.

"Harry, stop shooting at him!"

I look behind me, and my blurry vision shows Marv trying to pull the gun away from Harry, but since Harry is the stronger one of the two, he's able to pull his arm out of Marv's grip. I wonder if it'll come to Harry hurting Marv…

"Nevermind, Marv! I'm gonna shoot him, whether you like it, or not!"

"But, Bryan just said to catch him! Not kill him!"

"Who said anything about killing him? Besides, I'm tired of listening to Bryan's orders. It's time to take matters into my own hands…"

"No, Harry!"

Marv starts to protest, but not before Harry fires another shot, which I swear is just able to miss me. Once again, I duck, trying to avoid the bullet, but I know that avoiding these shots isn't going to help me win. I have a gun, and I should put it to use, in order to protect myself. I look down at the gun in my hand, trembling. I don't know if I can do any such thing. I'm not like them—namely Bryan… I don't think I can do this sort of thing, willingly, but if it's to protect myself, so be it.

The tears continue to stream down my face, all of the anger boiling inside of me—getting stuck in this city, being plucked off the city streets, while having a horrible act done to me, being kidnapped, and then, worst of all, seeing my Mother shot. I start to tremble even more, while I continue to stare down at the gun. All of my anger is ready to burst out, and I have just the weapon to do it.

I look up, unsure of where I am—not only because my surroundings are blurry with tears, but because I've been looking down at the weapon I have in my hand for a good minute. I'm surprised I didn't run into a post or get hit by a car. Though, running into a post would be less painful than tonight's experiences, and being hit by a car just may put me out of my misery. I didn't want to die before, despite what happened to me tonight, but witnessing what I just witnessed, I can't take it, anymore. I can't take this anger, anymore…

With every bit of anger starting to erupt, I turn around and start to fire the gun. My bawling worsens, as I do this, because I just can't take any more of this. Though, while I aim at my two protruding kidnappers, I realize the gun isn't firing. I continue to click it, in hopes that it's just uncooperative or jammed, but it still refuses to work. Standing here, waiting for the shots to fire, is causing the two men to proceed closer to me, and I know I have to escape, now that I'm weaponless.

I continue to run further down the sidewalk, unsure of where I am, but I intend to get some help. Though, there's no one out here, who can help me. It appears that I'm all alone in this situation… I don't see any more homeless people out on the streets; I guess they all went to bed, wherever their beds are. As much as I want out of this misery, I don't want to be captured by these two. I'm completely conflicted as to what to do right now… I need help.

Finally, there seems to be light at the end of the tunnel, when I see headlights of an oncoming car. I become hopeful that this very person will help me, as my eyes widen with excitement. The car drives closer to me, and I become even more anxious, as it actually starts to slow down. It's revealed that it's a Taxi. The tears continue to escape from my eyes, as I wave my free hand to grab the person's attention. I quickly look behind me one more time, seeing that the bandits just haven't given up yet. When I look forward again, I see that the car has come to a complete stop. Surely, Harry and Marv must see the car, so why do they still insist on chasing after me?

Once the car is pulled up to me, I run toward it. I'm unsure if anybody's in the vehicle, because of the tinted windows, but that doesn't stop me from opening the backdoor, desperate to escape these two. Though, I'm taken aback by the sight of the two people already in the vehicle. Who's revealed in the vehicle, with concerned faces, are my very own Aunt Leslie and Uncle Frank.

Seeing the sight of my two relatives, I duck inside of the car, so that I can reach them, and cling on to them, crying, "Uncle Frank! Aunt Leslie!"

"Oh, baby! Are you all right?!"

Aunt Leslie, who's always treated me well, is clinging on to me, overjoyed to see me. Though, something's not right, when Uncle Frank doesn't show me the same affection back. Despite my confusion, I try to climb into the back of the vehicle with them, only to be torn away from them by the two protruding burglars.

"Got you, you little shit!" Harry, who's clearly pissed at my actions, pulls me away from the few seconds of safety I had with my Aunt and Uncle. At least my Aunt, anyway… I'm still confused as to why Uncle Frank hasn't shown me the same affection. I know he's always bullied me, but I would think, after tonight's events, that he'd be happy to see me. Both Harry and Marv have ahold of me, as the meaner one of the two burglars starts to shake me. "What do you think you were doing, kid?! Huh?! What do you have to say for yourself?!"

Harry clings on to my chin, while this happens, as well. The tears continue to pour out of my eyes, frightful of Harry's future actions. Why's he doing this in front of my Aunt and Uncle, and why aren't they doing anything about it?

My one question is answered, when Aunt Leslie pleads, "No! Stop it! Stop doing that! Let him go!"

As soon as Aunt Leslie spills those pleads, Harry stops being aggressive with me. I'm sure they're doing the same thing as me—glancing at Aunt Leslie, who's still in the car, beside Uncle Frank. Aunt Leslie has a desperate face, while Uncle Frank has one of amusement. Something isn't right, and I don't like the feeling of it…

"What?" Harry's gruff voice questions.

"Please… Please don't hurt my baby nephew…"

"Well, the kid tried to shoot us! What else do you expect me to do?!"

Aunt Leslie doesn't seem to know what to say, but Uncle Frank happens to be the first one to say something, "He shot at you?" His arms are crossed, as if he's taking my shooting at the two predators more seriously than what's happened right in front of him. Again, I don't like the feel of it…

"Yeah! He shot at us! I gotta give him what he deserves! Luckily, the gun wasn't loaded, mind you, but still!"

"Well, punish him! If that's what he deserves, do it! He didn't get enough punishment at home for being a little jerk, but he still certainly deserved it," I continue to glance at my Uncle, while Harry still holds me in the same position. When Uncle Frank says that, I know there's trouble.

"Frank, no…" Aunt Leslie seems to be at a loss as to what to do, which assures me that she's most-likely not working with these guys, too.

"Uncle Frank?" The tears start to boil up again. "Uncle Frank, no…" I finally break at the disbelief of my Uncle's betrayal. He had always bullied me, but I thought that's what everybody in my family did. I didn't expect this, that's for sure…

I continue to break, while Harry seems to have no sympathy for me. "Oh, that's right… Keep whining, kid…" He sighs, apparently annoyed with me. Does he not understand the betrayal I feel right now? "Come on, bring your wife, and let's get back to the hotel, before Bryan wonders where we are,"

"Come on, Leslie," Uncle Frank gently grabs ahold of Aunt Leslie's wrist, not seeming to want to be forceful with her.

"No! No! You backstabbing traitor!" Aunt Leslie pulls away from my Uncle, as she shouts. I don't blame her for acting this way, that's for sure…

"Leslie, come on!" Uncle Frank starts to be a little forceful with her.

"Come on, lady! We don't have all night for this!" Harry impatiently shouts at my Aunt. I know this is going to be trouble… "If you don't," Harry pulls out his gun again. "Your nephew's brains get blown out. Got it?" I can see my Aunt trembling, as she follows Uncle Frank out of the vehicle. I have a bad feeling about this… I have every right to feel this way, considering how there's a gun aimed at my head. I have a feeling this doesn't affect Uncle Frank in any way, as he says nothing, while exiting the vehicle. Once they're out of the vehicle, Harry tells them, still having the gun aimed at my head, "Good. Now that you're out of the vehicle, you shall come with us. You got it?" Harry's more so talking to my Aunt, because of my Uncle being in on this, too. Uncle Frank continues to coldly look at us, while Aunt Leslie frantically nods. "Alright. Let's go," Harry starts to jerk me to face the direction of the hotel again, while the gun is still aimed at my head. "Come on, kid," Harry almost growls, starting to lead me back to where they need me to go. "Oh, but first thing's first," Harry quickly takes the gun away from my head and shoots the window of the cab driver. Aunt Leslie and I both scream in unison at the shock of what Harry's done. That's twice now that he's shot somebody tonight. I know I need to be concerned… "We can't have him knowing what we're doing, now, can we?" He says that statement, as if shooting that poor driver was something completely normal to do. "Now, come on."

Harry forces me to walk again, having the gun pointed to my head, once again. I want to look back at what's happened and at my Aunt, but I know I'm unable to. Though, I know with Aunt Leslie's sensitivity, she's probably close to tears now. As for Uncle Frank, he's probably stone cold…

To be Continued…

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A/N: Thanks again! :D Do what you do best (if you know what I mean)! Wow. I made this chapter extended, just for you! I was originally going to leave it at Kevin discovering that it was his Aunt and Uncle in the Taxi, but I thought I should do more for you tonight, since I won't be able to update for awhile! :) Well, what do you think? Do you hate me yet? What do you think of Kevin's anger? What about Harry shooting another person? Not only did I (possibly) kill Kate, but Uncle Frank seems to already know what's been going on! Why and how is he a part of this? Well, there's only one way to find out! If all goes according to plan, you'll find out on Monday! I'm sorry for the long wait, but that's just the way it has to be! For now, take care (and don't hate me too much)! :D

- Majora's Mask Freak184