Chapter 2:
Malcom looked in horror at the kid on the ground.
The man next to him finally stopped cowering and stood up "SHIT, YOU KILLED A KID!" he screamed "HOW THE HELL DO I EXPLAIN THIS TO MY SUPERIORS! WE ARE SO SCREWED!"
Malcom seized him roughly around the shoulders "SHUT UP! STOP IT!" he bellowed into his face "now, here is what we are going to do. You see that dumpster over there? Yeah, that one. We are going to dump the body in there and then we are going to haul ass out of here and try and establish an alibi, lay low for a while." The other man nodded, and then turned and walked over to the boy, picking up his legs while Malcom grabbed his arms.
They awkwardly shuffled over to the dumpster and set the body on the ground. Malcom lifted the lid and stepped quickly back "there is another kid in there!" he harshly whispered, gesturing at the dumpster.
They both looked at each other and then looked back at the dumpster. Malcom stepped forward once more and then lifted the lid to get a better look at the kid inside.
Harry sat shaking amongst the trash and litter of the dumpster, shaking in fear all the while trying to keep his whimpers quiet.
He had heard those men talking about products or something before Dudley had charged through the alleyway to find Harry and finish his game of Harry hunting, and then a huge bang had sounded, when the noise had stopped, he heard one of the men scream, and straining his ears, he heard the wet burble of a liquid spreading out over the ground.
After about ten minutes of shaking in a dumpster, he heard the men come to an agreement and the lid to the dumpster opened.
Harry let out and involuntary shriek and the lid slammed back shut.
"there's another kid in there!" he heard one of the men whisper to the other, and then the lid opened once more, slowly until it flipped over the back of the dumpster.
He saw two men, one dressed in a grey hoodie with dark pants and boots on. The other was well dressed in a short sleeved button up shirt and tie with slicked back hair and horn rimmed glasses on. The man in the sweatshirt approached and Harry flinched and cowered back into the corner.
Malcom reached for the kid, only for him to flinch and worm his way deeper in to the back corner of the dumpster. "listen kid," he said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone of voice "I am not going to hurt you, so could you just please get out of the dumpster so that we can talk?" he said.
The little kid inched forward a bit before he stopped "what about the other guy?" he said, his voice shaking a little, but remarkably well composed for what appeared to be an 8 year old who had just witnessed a murder.
"this kid is smart!" Malcom thought, surprised at his mental alacrity "he wont harm you either, I promise, just please get out of the dumpster and we can talk it over."
"y-you promise?" he said, a mild quiver, before slowly crawling out and awkwardly clambering over the edge.
The kid had bloodshot eyes and was wrapped in rags. He held his arms close to his sides and his face was spattered with bruises, some of them healing with others freshly dealt. His arms were covered in lacerations and his hair was matted with what looked like blood and dirt.
"Jesus" the other man said as he saw the boy clamber out of the dumpster.
The boy looked up at them with a mixture of fear, anger and hope in his eyes.
"Hey kid," the other man asked in horror "who did this to you?!"
The boy was quiet and instead pointed mutely at the body on the ground, his eyes welling up in angry, fearful tears.
"Hey, look at me kid," Malcom said "why don't you come with me to see my boss? He is a nice guy and he can help you out…" Malcom was already thinking of ways to get the kid involved with his organization so that he could not go to the police.
"Y-your boss?" the child asked "they wouldn't want me to run away, they would hurt me! I can't!" the boy began to cry.
"D-Dudley will tell them when he wakes up! He w-will tell them and I will go away for a l-long time! I don't want to g-go away!" the kid collapsed to the ground and curled up into himself, his numb countenance giving away to terror and despair.
"Shit! I cant just let this kid lay here, the fuzz will be here any minute! How am I gonna do this!?" Malcom though furiously before settling on a course of action. "This is cruel, but it is for his own good…"
"Hey kid! We gotta leave, otherwise they will find us! I'm willing to hide you, but we gotta move fast! We gotta get outa here, you feel me!" Malcom said to the kid, talking fast and urgently. "You, the other guy! We in this together now. You got a car?!"
The other man hesitated "I don't thin-" he was interrupted by Malcom putting his hand on his bag casually "okay, just help me dump this and then we gotta split! On three! ONE! TWO! THREE!" the two men heaved Dudley's body into the garbage collector and then Malcom went around the back and flipped the lid closed.
The trio ran down the alley and out the back way, merging into the crowd. The other man, Jerry Stonemeyer, gestured towards his car. It was a light blue convertible that was parked across the street at a restaurant.
They ran across the cross walk, ignoring irritated honking and yelling as they booked it for the car.
Malcom opened the door for Harry and gently pushed him inside, before running around the side and jumping in the passenger door.
Jerry jammed the key in the ignition and they peeled out of the parking lot before turning onto the highway, just in time for a police officer to turn on his lights and yell for them to pull over.
"Goddamn it!" Malcom yelled as Jerry began to comply "DRIVE DAMN IT!" Jerry hit the gas, accelerating through a turn, throwing Harry around in the back.
The police officer drove faster and Malcom looked back, before swearing and pulling a hand gun out of the back of his pants.
Malcom handed the Beretta to Harry "Listen kid, things are about to get rough. I want you to point this at that car back there… yeah that's it, the one with the flashing lights! Listen. This is going to be loud, but you point it and you pull this right here, this is the trigger. You are going to lean out the window and pull the trigger, hold it tightly and for god's sake, DON'T drop it!" Malcom looked at Harry and patted him on the shoulder before reaching into his duffle bag and pulling out his MAC 10 and leaning out the opposite window.
Harry looked down at the heavy object in his hand before leaning out the window and pointing it at the car that Malcom had indicated. He screwed his face up in determination and raised his shaking arm to point it at the car.
He pulled the trigger, and the gun bucked once, then twice "BANG! BANG!" and the windshield of the patrol car shattered.
With his ears ringing and his hands shaking, Harry once more aimed and fired. The gun bucked wildly in his hand and he almost dropped it, but Harry just held on tighter.
"USE THE WHITE DOTS!, LINE THEM UP WITH THE WHITE DOT AT THE END!" Malcom yelled over the sound of gunfire and wind as it blew past him and into the car.
Harry aimed at the man in the driver's seat, and almost as if in a dream, he pulled the trigger…
AN: whew! What a tense ride! I hope I am doing good on the action scenes, as this is the like the first time I have ever written where other people can see. I have read a lot of fanfictions where Harry gets picked up by a sympathetic gangster, but that is not how those types of people think. Think about it. If someone who routinely has people killed and sells drugs to people can do those things, do you really think they wont ignore abuse when it suits them? It just never made sense to me that Harry would just find someone who murders people and immediately they are like "ABUSE! You are my kid now, let me turn you into a mini me so that you can take over my criminal empire when I die."
Anyways, I thought that MY Harry would stumble across a crime, and then would be forced into "the life" to protect himself from danger. I mean, he is a kid and does not really understand what is happening to him. I feel like after being traumatized by his cousins death (even if he did abuse him) would shake someone up enough that they would not really think about what they would do. My Harry has been abused for his entire life and would have been trained through use of force to follow orders, and so when he is handed a gun by Malcom and told to use it, he does it without questioning it, because in combination with his shock, his instincts come into play and he has been trained to follow orders.
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