Kurt and Blaine stumbled out of the door and onto the gravely pathway. They glanced around, trying to decide the best route to take.
"We should go through the woods. They won't be able to track us that way." Kurt contemplated. Blaine shook his head in disagreement.
"No, I think we should stick to the urban areas. We don't even know where we are." Blaine looked around once more, before his eyes settled on the abandoned car. He turned to Kurt, grinning with his new idea. Kurt, instantly knowing what Blaine was thinking, shook his head.
"No way Blaine. We are not stealing a car!"
"It's not stealing, it's borrowing. Although, it may mysteriously find itself in a ditch, or at the scrap yard."
"Blaine, I'm serious -"
"And so am I. Kurt, this could be our one chance to get home." Kurt thought for a moment, taking in Blaine's pleading eyes.
"Ok, let's do it." He said, resigned. They ran to the car, surprised to find it unlocked, and still running.
"I guess he wasn't planning on being here long." Blaine guessed. They opened the doors and slid into the seats. Kurt entered the driver's seat, as Blaine took the passenger's seat beside him. They belted up as Kurt stepped on the pedal, beginning to reverse. They grinned at each other, elated. They were finally free. However, Blaine's face fell, when he saw Charlie groggily appear at the doorway.
"Get back here, you little shits!" Charlie yelled. Blaine turned his head, to see the angry boy reach into his jacket.
"Kurt, he's got a gun!" Blaine's eyes widened in fear, as he turned the car in the right direction.
"If you don't get back here right now, I'll blow your heads off!"
"Kurt, step on it!" He slammed down on the accelerator, causing the car to stutter forwards. Blaine looked behind as the car lurched forward, to find Charlie standing behind them, pointing the gun in their direction. Kurt glanced in the rear-view mirror, horrified.
"Blaine, get down!" Blaine whipped his head forwards just in time. Bullets began to smatter the back window, sending shards of glass flying. Blaine flinched every time a shot was fired. They were almost at the road now, but Charlie wasn't giving up.
"You asked for it." He ran after the car, shooting aimlessly at his own vehicle. He had to bring them down. Dean was going to kill him if he didn't. Kurt continued on, focussed on getting them out of there.
"Hold on Blaine, we're nearly there." Out of nowhere, a bullet found Blaine's side window, causing it to collapse and splinter. Blaine cried out in agony as the glass dragged itself through his skin. Kurt snapped his head towards Blaine, frightened.
"Blaine?" Before Blaine could answer, another shot was fired, meaning Kurt had to revert his attention back to the road. He glanced in the side mirror, stunned to see Charlie still running after them. He pulled the trigger a couple more times, but no more bullets came out. Realising this, he threw the revolver down in frustration, and shook his fist at them like a badly caricatured pirate.
"We're going to get you. Just wait and see." He yelled out in anger, causing several birds to fly out of the nearby trees.
The car drove on, as it swerved out of sight from Charlie. He couldn't believe he let them get away! He couldn't understand what Blaine was doing out of the basement. He whipped out his phone, dialling Dean's number. It rang for a few moments, before Dean finally picked up on the last ring.
"What is it Charlie, I'm eating!"
"Boss, they're gone!" There was silence at the end of the phone. Charlie swallowed nervously.
"How?" Was all Dean asked.
"I don't know. I came back to find Anderson out of the basement. He must have set the other one free. They knocked me out and stole my car -"
"They knocked you out? Really Charlie, you couldn't have tried very hard if you let two fags beat you up." Charlie glowed red, humiliated.
"They're headed back to Lima, I think. I shot at them, and I think I hit Anderson, but I can't be too sure."
"Looks like we're going to have to cut them off. I just don't understand how this happened."
"Someone must have left the door unbolted. But who would be so careless to do that?"
"Careless… or maybe it was intended. But that's not the top priority right now. We need to get to them before they blab." Charlie's phone suddenly muted, indicating that the discussion was over. Charlie gulped, putting his phone away. When Dean was mad, he became murderous.
Sighing, he picked up the gun and put it back in his jacket. He was about to make his way back to the house, when the sound of sirens suddenly rang around his ears. Shit. Shifting his legs, he made his way back to the house quickly, and closed the door. He would be safe in here. His chest heaved in relief, as listened out intently for the sirens. However, his heart caught in his rib cage when he realised the sirens were getting louder and louder.
"It's just a fluke. They're probably headed somewhere else." He thought to himself. He couldn't get caught now, he just couldn't. He'd go to prison for sure. However tough Charlie appeared to be to his victims, inside he was much, much weaker than any of them. And deep down, he knew that. The sirens blared out at him, so loud and intrusive that they cut through the walls of the house. He now knew he was doomed.
"Come out with your hands up!" A female officer yelled out threateningly. He could just imagine a butch woman on the other side of the door, with a gun pointed at it, waiting for her prisoner to come crawling out. He shivered, making no attempt to move.
"If you don't come out, we will be forced to enter the property. So, one more time, come out with your hands above your heads!" Charlie yet again, did not move. He was safer staying where he was. There was another few moments of silence, before the officer began to speak again.
"Right, you have left us with no choice."
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DI Tyler stood still, with her gun trained on the door. She gave the order for the squad to raid the house.
"Go, go, go!" The squad ran at the front door and windows. Several smashed the windows with their shields, while the others kicked down the front door, sending splintered shards of wood everywhere. They entered the house, shouting orders in an attempt to weasel out the culprits. DI Tyler had no idea how armed these boys would be, but she couldn't take her chances. The squad was necessary, with the number of people in the gang that could potentially be apprehended.
Shouting could be heard from the inside of the house, and DI Tyler knew it wasn't the officers. Vulgar cuss words bounced around, and gradually became louder as two officers pulled a teenage boy out of the house with them.
"You have no right to do this!" He yelled out as the officers frog marched him out of the house, and slammed him down onto the bonnet of DI Tyler's car. His face connected with the metal, as the bang reverberated around his ears. The officers grabbed his hands, pulling them back behind his back into handcuffs. He yelped out in pain, becoming more frustrated.
"I have rights you know! I haven't done anything!" One of the officers went into Charlie's jacket, and pulled out the empty gun.
"Does this belong to you?"
"It's a toy." Charlie lied through his teeth. The officer took a closer look.
"No, no it's not."
"What are you doing? What's with the handcuffs?"
DI Tyler stepped forward, while the officers pinned him down, afraid that he may jump up and try to run.
"What's your name?" She said fiercely. He rolled his eyes, as she got out her notebook. She laughed.
"Oh, you think attitude will help you? Just answer the question" She said sarcastically. He sighed.
"Charlie Walker."
"Charlie Walker, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say could be used against you as evidence in court." Charlie's eyes widened.
"What? But I haven't done anything!"
"You are arrested for conspiracy to kidnap and assault. The charges may be increased depending on what we find inside. If you cooperate, you may get off more lightly than your friends, but that just depends." Charlie stopped wrestling. He breathed erratically, sighing.
"I'm not going to rat on my friends." DI Tyler raised her eyebrow.
"Is that so? So where are they now? And more importantly, where are Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel?" Before he could answer, an officer came out of the house and marched up to the group.
"DI Tyler, could I possibly have a moment with you?" She nodded, and turned away from the wrestling officers and boy. The officer had a worried look on his face.
"Samson, what's wrong?" DI Tyler asked, suddenly concerned. What had he found?
"Well, we checked out the basement and found some splatters of blood. We'll need to get it verified, but it's definitely not more than a few days old. Also, we found a pair of handcuffs attached to the radiator in the front room."
"But what about the boys?"
"We don't know. We've checked all over the house, but we only found that one." He indicated to Charlie. DI Tyler's face fell.
"Maybe they've been moved somewhere else." Samson suggested.
"I'm going to take this boy into custody, but first I need to ask him a few questions. Keep searching for clues."
"On it." Samson disappeared back into the house, as DI Tyler turned back to Charlie. She was fuming now.
"My associate has just found some blood in the basement. Do you know anything about this?" Charlie shrugged.
"Not my house." DI Tyler slammed her hand down on the bonnet, next to his face, which made Charlie jump.
"There's no point lying, the more you do, the more you'll suffer. If you want to end up with a life sentence, so be it." Charlie's eyes widened in fear.
"No, please! You've got to understand, it's not me. I'm just a pawn. It's Dean you want."
"Dean Young?"
"Yeah, him."
"And why would I want him?"
"Because he's the one who kidnapped those fairies. He's the one who beat them up. He's the one who planned it all. We're all just following because we don't want to get killed." She ignored his derogatory term, but DI Tyler was surprised by his response. Usually the cocky ones took longer to question.
"Where is he now?"
"I'm not a rat."
"If you don't answer the questions, you will end up with a longer sentence, possibly life if you don't -"
"Ok, ok, he's at Burger King. He's there with everyone else." DI Tyler's eyes widened, but she noted it all down.
"And Kurt and Blaine? Where are they?"
"I have no idea. They stole my car, leaving me here in this cesspit."
"So they escaped?"
"Not for long."
"Why is that?"
"Because Dean and the others will be searching for them now." DI Tyler's heart flipped in her chest. Ignoring Charlie, she got out her radio, talking quickly into it.
"We have a bad situation here. We've caught one of the gang, but the others are not here. The victims have escaped, so are alive, but the other gang members are after them. We need back up. Send reinforcements to Burger King in Holgate, and send some others to patrol roads in Lima. The victims could be headed home for all we know. A helicopter would be useful right now."
She ended the conversation, with a sinking feeling. She thought this operation was going to be a lot simpler. She hoped Kurt and Blaine would get back to Lima before the bullies did.