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HARLEYS POV
As we quietly and slowly walked down the stairs I felt my heart racing like I was running for my life. I had the urge to push Darby aside and run out the door, but thankfully my mind was smarter than that. I fought the urge my body had and stayed right behind the man that helped kidnap me and my mother. Didn't sound so smart when you phrased it like that.
My childhood home was about to turn into a war zone. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Would I mourn later on? There were days when I wanted to tear this fucking house down myself to get out of it, but now that we were actually about to shoot our way out of here... I had a weird feeling in my gut.
Darby stopped and held his fist up, signaling to stop moving. Then he started to make weird hand movements and looked at each of us separately. I turned around to look at Bill and Whistler, they just nodded. Were those wankers actually thinking I understood that shit?
"I don't know..." I mimicked his movements, "What that means."
Darby looked at me like he was about to knock me out, but then whispered back. "I hear two in the kitchen, living room is clear. You go with me. Bill with Whistler. Now move." He started walking again.
I followed him through the hallway as Bill and Whistler walked through the living room to get to the other door that led into the kitchen. So I guessed we would attack from both sides.
I used to eat breakfast in that room.
As we neared the door, Darby reached his arm behind him to reach me and slightly lead me with my back to the wall. He looked back at me and put his finger to his lips. Really Sherlock? I'm supposed to be quiet? Thanks for telling me.
My facial expression must have shown my thoughts as he rolled his eyes and then gave a light push on my shoulder to tell me to get down which I immediately did. As my butt rested on my heels I listened to the two guys talking to each other in the kitchen.
"Wonder what that boys parents paid to get this one."
"Must have been enough to endure all of this shit."
"Tell that Peter. He's the one in the hospital. Never thought that bitch had it in her. I mean she was always a tough one and caused trouble in school but not like that. On the bright side she was easy to look at when she had to bend over the table in the lab."
All I felt was a cold shiver down my back as I recognized my old biology teachers' voice. What the actual fuck? This all just had to be a sick joke. Any second my dad, Gemma, Clay and even Jax would jump out of the kitchen with a loud, "GOTCHA". But instead of hearing that the next sound finding my ears was a very loud gunshot as Darby fired next to me.
Some bullets hit the wall I was looking at hitting some pictures on them so I instinctively covered my head with my arms and decided to just wait and let the storm pass. The next time I would open my eyes it would either be Darby looking at me or my old teacher. Both not very attractive options, but I'd like to go with the first.
And soon enough I was shaken on my shoulder again and heard my name being called. Darby looked at me and I saw his lips moving, but somehow didn't hear a thing. I got up and turned to look at the kitchen, but right before I could see something I felt a hand on my head turning it towards a hard shoulder. Apparently Darby didn't want me to see the room as I felt him move me through the kitchen to where I knew the back door was. We had to hurry. Now that the first shots were fired everyone knew something wasn't right.
When I attacked this Peter with a knife we had the benefit of it being quiet. Now we would leave with a lot of bangs. It was bound to make it harder.
As we left the house Darby turned to me and said, "Where is that hole in the fence you've been talking about?" I didn't answer but went straight to the hole that I used to sneak out of so many times including that one time Billie and Whistlers offspring followed me. But before we arrived there they started talking.
"I know that there are many patrolling the South end of the street, but I'm not so sure about the North. You?" Darby asked Whistler and I could only wonder how they were only discussing this now? I knew that my old school was to the south. So was the biggest grocery store, the library and the towns center where all the town meetings were held like the solar eclipse Charles had talked about. The north had the mall, a train station and a few bars and restaurants. Both directions weren't promising of not meeting anyone.
"They are everywhere. When I remember correctly in the south we have more hiding spots where there are none of them." Whistler mumbled and I had to admit he was right. The mall and train station in the south were all very open places where you would have to run a while to get cover again. Not good.
"So we go south." Darby said.
"Do you need me to lead?" I asked but they all shook their heads.
"You need to stay between us. If they see us first they might overlook you. It's a slim chance but we should try. We got to know your town pretty good the last few months." Darby explained with a serious tone.
"This aint my town." I said. "I'll show you the hole in the fence."
We continued to walk. Surprisingly there weren't any guards yet. They were really starting to lack again. I walked to the fence where the old tree used to be and only a bush was planted after it got ripped out. Poor thing got struck by lightning and could have crashed onto the house. I was so upset the day when it got taken away. Not that lightning seemed like a grace from god.
It turned out to be really hard to stay focused on this. I had no idea what was about to happen and my mind had nothing better to do than wonder about shit that didn't matter right now. We had to get out of this town. As soon as possible. Or this time my father would have a real grave to mourn over. That couldn't happen. I needed to see him again. No matter what. I had just found him...
Whistler pulled the bush out of the way and there it was. The hole of freedom. We got out of it and stayed behind the neighbors houses to stay hidden for longer. The town stayed quiet which was really weird. There were gunshots just a few minutes ago. I thought an army of them would have appeared by now. Or at least one or two of them. But no one? That was weird. And weird was not good.
The quietness scared me. Where were they? I'd rather have them all lined up in front of me than seeing none of them.
We quickly left my street behind and soon after that had left the block where I spent most of my childhood. The closer we got to my old school the more scared I got. Where were those wankers? The men thought the same.
"This is weird. We should have met a few of them by now. Or at least seen some. Where are they? Did we forget some fucking meeting?" Darby asked his second man but he also looked worried. Were we that lucky? In that moment the sound of the radio set on Whistler started making noises and he quickly grabbed it.
I always wondered how sheriffs and other kinds could understand the noises that were being spoken on these things. To me it was only the sound of a broken TV. But this time I could clearly hear what was being said.
"Anyone available, get between the first house and the North. Sons are entering the town. Sons are entering the town. Get between the house and North."
I didn't even know I had started running back until I felt a strong hand on my arm holding me back, "The hell you are going back there missy." Whistler said as I tried to fight him off.
"But they are here!" I tried to reason and then Billy got in front of me.
"So you wanna complicate stuff by running straight into the war zone and getting hit by a bullet that isn't even meant for you. I am sure your dad would love that. The best you can do for them is staying safe and that means to run into the opposite direction Harley. So run."
"We need to get out of this fucking town. We can try to communicate with the radio as soon as we are out of town. Whistler here is a genius with those things. Give him a wire hanger and he will tell some guy in Japan that his rice taste like balls just for fun so move it." Darby explained. Some part of me knew he was just trying to convince me to run but the other one really wanted to run back and see my family.
As I started to let them pull me towards the school again there was a new sound coming from the radio. "She's gone! The girl is gone! Everyone out. The North is clear so spread."
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JAX POV
It had been easy killing off those first wankers on the street. Their little hunting rifle had no chance against the machine gun Bobby had pulled out as Opie started drifting with the van. That guy sure knew how to drive this thing. It hadn't taken us long to get to the residential area of Creed. The houses would had been nice if it wouldn't be for the Nazis living in them. As we started finding more of these guys Tig, Happy and I had left the van to start shooting on the streets while the rest stayed in the van to attack from another street.
By the time we had found each other again I knew that we had injured about five of them. We tried to keep the killing to a minimum. We only wanted the heads of the boss of this god forsaken arrangement.
"We didn't run into many though. Most saw us and started to run away so we let them. The ones that wanted to stay got scared then as well." Juice explained.
That was good news. It meant that we actually didn't have to kill an entire town.
"Fucking pussies. Kidnapping my daughter and then losing their balls when they see us."
"At least they are leading us to where we have to go. Which direction did they run to?"
"That way." Opie pointed out and it was also the direction our guys had run to.
"They left us another present." Juice said and held up a radio.
"No way!" I felt pure joy in my body. Those idiots. All we had to do was listen now while going after them. It was almost too easy. I couldn't wait to hold Harley in my arms again. She was here and we were finally gonna bring her home.
I felt my heart skip a few beats so I forced myself to get back into war mode. It wasn't the first time I was shooting at humans but it was always a weird feeling. It was pure adrenalin rushing through my body and I didn't really think about it anymore. The first time I killed someone I had been 18 years old. It had been a Mayan who had pulled his gun out first so it had been self-defense. It had gotten easier ever since.
My train of thought got interrupted as the radio actually made noise. "She's gone! The girl is gone! Everyone out. The North is clear so spread."
We all stopped walking to look at each other.
"She escaped again." Opie said with a mixture of happiness and worry.
"We gotta find her first. Who knows what they'll do once they find her." Happy said and we all started running. We paired up and walked the streets with guns ready to shoot.
Opie and I were walking side by side looking into every direction. Even though they were running from us didn't mean no one could show up from behind.
"I promised Donna I wouldn't kill." Opie suddenly said.
"They all have guns as well. It's self-defense, bro."
"We both know that's bull. Just... understand when I'm aiming at the legs and arms okay?"
"I'm with you there, brother." I told him even though I wouldn't mind hitting some heads though.
But now that we knew Harley was running around town as well we had to be really careful and watch out before we pulled the trigger.
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HARLEYS POV
As we left the school behind, a building I spent most of my horrible days in, we also passed the library. And the grocery store. My heart had been racing to Canada and back by now while I was still in Creed. The Sons were here. Who in particular? Opie? Jax? Dad? Who had finally found me?
I felt so much relief now knowing they did care for me. They came to get me out of here. Whatever took them so fucking long to find me was forgiven as long as I got to hug my dad again.
Some cars started to pass by so we always hid behind bushes and in house entrances. They had been right. We were so much more hidden here even though it was the center of town. On the other hand if we had went north we would have met the Sons on our way out. Talk about irony. They helped us running south cause they got in north. I could be on a bike or in a van by now. However they got here.
Every once in a while some command was barked between Whistler and Darby and Billie and I simply followed even though one was always holding on to me. They thought I would start running any second and truth was I really felt like doing so. Who could blame me for feeling safer running towards my family than with the Nordics who got me here in the first place?
As we got to the towns center I started to have a weird feeling in my neck. It was a tingling sensation like someone was watching me from afar. And soon enough a bullet flew pretty close next to our heads into a statue next to us. We stopped walking and Darby and Whistler pointed their guns into the direction where it came from. There he stood. Charles with a few of his men. Each of them gun in hand and coming towards us.
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JAX POV
We all kept meeting after each block. No one saw anything or anyone. Which scared me. Where were they? Some side streets suddenly stopped so our groups a little larger once in a while. Opie, Tig, Hap and I found each other and kept walking ahead direction south. Suddenly Opie stopped and made a clicking noise with his tongue to get our attention.
He pointed at the house we stopped in front of. We walked back to him and checked it out. His eyes were fixed on the mailbox.
"Stanley. That's the house she grew up in." I simply said what everyone was thinking. Soon enough Tig and I started walking towards the front door while Opie and Hap ran around each side.
Walking into the house felt weird. It looked so... normal. I quickly recognized Harley on all the pictures on the wall showing her in different stages of her life. I quickly checked out Tigs facial expression to figure out what was going on in my brother but his face was stone cold and didn't show anything. You had to concentrate on the eyes to see the sadness he was feeling.
I walked towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You will have all the time in the world with her."
"She is so pretty." he said while looking at a certain picture. It was of Harley and her mother Denise. He walked towards it and got the frame off the wall. As he removed the picture Opie and Happy got in from the kitchen.
"Shit." happy mumbled so we checked it out. The two dead wankers on the floor and bullet holes on the wall got me angry like hell and I could tell my brothers felt the same way.
We searched the whole house but found nothing but Harleys old room which felt weird to see. And not just because another two were lying there.
As I got out and met with the other guys the radio started making noises again.
"Girl is found. Town center. Charles in the middle. No shooting. No shooting yet."
It didn't take a second for us to leave the house where the others had met by now.
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Harleys POV
"So much trouble Harley? Right after we started to get along again? Why?"
Charles said as he and his followers reached us. Darby and Whistler still had their guns out but we outnumbered. There were at least six weapons pointed at us. Cold sweat ran down my back. This was it. We were going to die. Any second somebody would do something stupid and we would be dead.
A bullet to the brain. And it's all over.
"Why so shy now Harley? Charles spoke again. "You really hurt my feelings. All our feelings actually. We are doing the best we can to make you feel at home and you pull another stunt like this. Four of our men are dead now. It is time to quit playing such childish games. And the rest of you..." he was now looking at Darby, Whistler and of course Billie. "I am so disappointed in you. I guess we know where your daughter learned it from Whistler."
I could have sworn Whistler let out a growl next to me.
I was actually surprised I was still alive at this point. The speech this fucker was giving me was pure torture and I would have welcomed a bullet actually but what took them so long. What else had a girl to do to get on this wankers nerves?
"What happened to believing in our mission? I guess trusting a small little wannabe group from some shitty town wasn't such a good idea. It's sad to see you guys throw your potential away."
Somebody cue the violins please. Was this guy for real?
"I guess some people can have the same vision but different ways to approach it." Darby said.
"I guess so. But actually..." Blood splattered all over our faces as one of Charles' men that stood right next to him received a headshot.
It felt like slow motion as he fell to the floor and everyone started lifting their guns towards my left where the gun shot came from. Even from the distance I was able to recognize my father with a machine gun in his hand. Next to him was a guy with absolutely no hair but a sniper rifle that he just lowered a little bit to get a better view again.
Then I could see more Sons paired up coming out of different streets. I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I couldn't enjoy it longer since Darby pulled me and Billie away to get into hiding again. And the war started.
I had always thought that all those gun sounds in movies sounded so fake but it was scary how accurate it actually was. If I would just close my eyes I would say I was sitting at home watching Saving Private Ryan.
I could tell that many from Charles followers were pretty bad at aiming and even worse at getting into hiding. If I just pretended they were taking spontaneous naps all over this place and not heavenly injured or even dead I could go to sleep at peace tonight.
We had hid behind some bushes, which seemed weird because the last time I checked those weren't bulletproof, and kept watching this scenario. To my shock I couldn't find Charles anymore. He wasn't part of the shooting nor was he lying on the ground. Where was this wanker?
I saw my dad, Jax, Opie and the one with no hair all together coming closer and closer while Bobby and Juice stayed a little in the back to shoot others that weren't close by. Even though we were still outnumbered the Sons did a very good job in minimizing the wannabe Nazis. I will not ask why they were so good at it.
The gunshots got less as many of the Ks also ran away.
"Shit!" I heard someone scream I saw my dad holding his shoulder.
"Dad!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and tried to get up but Darby stopped me again. But then I heard a weird click right behind me and felt something hard press against the back of my head. I didn't dare to move a single muscle until I heard Charles' voice, "Get up."
I could tell that Darby, Whistler and Billie next to me didn't move as well but looked at me with fear in their eyes as I slowly got up. Soon enough I heard curse words which signaled that the Sons saw what was going on.
"Move." Charles said and I felt a push on my head. How my feet carried me seemed like a miracle. I was a hundred percent numb.
The gun on my head led me around the bushes back to the Sons. What was this wanker going to do? Kill me right in front of my father?
"Stop." He told me and I followed instantly.
"Harley. Are you okay?" I heard Jax.
"Summer camp sucks." I said and I actually heard a chuckle. I raised my head a little and saw the man with no hair smile but he recovered quickly.
"I am so disappointed in you, Harley. How am I going to explain this mess?" Charles started one of his speeches. It was amazing that despite the fact that he was clearly outnumbered he still managed to sound like he was the ruler of it all. Okay he was in control of my life right now but still...
"Harley!" My dad finally turned around with Juice. I saw blood coming from his shoulder and instantly started crying.
"Daddy! Are you okay?"
"Just a scratch munchkin. He on the other hand won't be so lucky." Guns were raised at me. What a view to look at. I knew they were aiming at Charles but it did give me a weird feeling.
"Lower your guns or she will be dead. Ask her. I don't make empty promises. Little Harley knows what happens when someone causes trouble."
I couldn't stop my pettiness and roll my eyes. "Oh just shoot me already." did I just say that? For real?
"You will get back on our little bikes and leave Creed. Forget it exists. I have a special guest for Harley here any hour and he has been waiting to meet his entire life. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find the perfect match for someone who wasn't born in this town? Do you know how hard it was to actually make people believe that she was one of us?"
"Oh don't say it like that. You make me feel special." I said and kept looking at each and every one of the sons. They lowered their guns but their facial expressions where full of anger and hatred.
"What is this wanker talking about?" Jax looked beyond pissed.
"I am talking about Harleys arranged marriage that was planned she finally got here when she was four."
Jax was ready to attack just like my father but they were both held back. I could taste the bile in my mouth again. When would this be over? This could not end like this. I had to give dad the letters. Mom got taken away from him so brutal, he couldn't watch me get a head shot. And as far as I could tell this was the only way for me to get out of this. Maybe I just lacked in the creativity department but I really didn't see a way out now.
"Please just... leave okay?" I finally heard myself say.
"No way Harls." Opie said. The big bear had one of the meanest faces I had ever seen. I hope his baby will never see that face again.
"It's okay... it's okay you guys..." I started sobbing.
"I swear to god when we get home you are grounded forever if you don't stop talking like this Harley Trager."
"Her name is Stanley." Charles abruptly said behind me. He sounded mad. I had never heard that from him. He had always been ice cold which was creepy. He was the bad guy that tried to look good. This was new.
"Actually... Since Mom was indeed married to him until her death and the guidance my god forsaken grandma had over me was pointless since my father is alive... my name is indeed Trager, Charles." I got a smirk on my face and I could tell that Jax got confused while Dad just smirked as well as he nudged the hairless man with his elbow.
"Harley... This is no way to talk about your beloved grandmother."
"You know what, I would prefer it if you call me Trager."
"Your name is Stanley!" He yelled and suddenly there was a shot heard and a painful scream started behind me. The gun on my head disappeared and I turned around to see Charles fall while holding his knee which was bleeding like hell. Holy.
I grabbed his gun and without thinking held it against his head.
"Wow munchkin. Easy." I heard my father say and slowly the Sons approached.
All my emotions were running wild and all I could do was cry while looking at the man that had been responsible for all of this.
"Harley. Don't do the dirty work. Just turn around." I heard Jax say.
"Turn around. We are gonna take care of this." My Dad included.
"Don't!" I yelled and everyone shut up.
"Stop it." I told Charles. And I could feel the confusion from everyone.
"It's not gonna stop until he calls it all off. Right over there is his overpriced car." I pointed at it. "His briefcase must be in it. He takes it everywhere. It is not gonna stop until he signs something that I'm free. It's gotta be organized doesn't it Charles?" I pressed the gun onto his forehead as Juice started running towards the car.
As I had said the briefcase was in it. They were looking through it.
"I see some weird contracts Harley." Jax finally said.
"Just take one. He can write one on the back of something." It took a little while until a piece of paper and a pen was given to Charles.
"Do it!" I yelled again. Charles started writing something on the ground. It looked messy but I didn't give a fuck.
He gave the paper back to Jax who read out loud.
"Harley Stanley is now free to go. No more wedding plans. It's signed."
I unlocked the gun, lowered it a little bit and shot the other knee.
"Holy shit!" I heard the Sons mumble behind me but dad hurried towards me. He took the gun away from me and turned me around so I could finally hug my father and cry like a fucking baby. I only realized we were walking as the yelling from Charles seemed more distant.
"Hap." My dad said as he led me away and the next thing I heard was a gunshot followed by silence.
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So here ya go you guys. What do you think?
I am so deeply, deeply, deeply sorry for this major delay. You can all thank girl-at-home13 for keeping me motivated. I've had some rough weeks.
Other than still working with idiots which bothers me more and more and steals all the fun...
My beloved dog passed away after 11 years. She got to be an old comfortable lady and had a great life but sadly I coudln't be with her in her final hours but the last time I saw her I had a feeling in my gut it would be the last time and said my goodbyes. Still hurts. She was my baby.
Really threw me under the bus.
I also didn't wanna rush this showdown since ya all have been waiting for it for a long time now. It still feels rushed as hell to me. I wrote it while starting season 2 of SOA again and somehow that gave me the kick in the butt and all of a sudden my fingers couldn't stop anymore.
I hope I haven't let you down with such a rushed fight.
Please tell me what you think!
I am sorry!
All love,
Joey