Matt ran out to his car with Miranda and got in the front seat, giving a huge sigh of relief. Miranda leaned her head into the open window and looked at him with caring eyes. Matt kissed her lips gently, looked ahead of him, and back at Miranda. Miranda was so nervous. She couldn't let Matt go to stop Amy alone. Matt rubbed Miranda's arm and sighed.
"I can't do this without you. We both have to stop her." Matt smiled and unlocked the door as Miranda quickly hopped in.
On their way to Amy's house, they saw a black Viper following them. Matt cautiously regarded the car through his rear view mirror as Miranda occasionally checked the car out. Miranda squinted her eyes to view the car better and watched from the passenger's seat. She looked repeatedly and with a confused thought in her mind. The driver in the car looked strangely familiar... Miranda gasped and Matt panicked, quickly asking her what was wrong.
"What's wrong? What is it?" Matt nervously asked Miranda as she panted.
"Drive! Faster!" Miranda shouted as Matt speeded down the road.
"What is it??" Matt drove quickly, looking for cops as he sped.
"It's Chris! He's following us!" Miranda nervously broke into perspiration. "Pull up over here by this warehouse. Hopefully, we'll lose him..."
Matt pulled off on the side of the road and Miranda dragged him out into the building quickly as the sound of another car door slamming in the distance echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse. Miranda and Matt rapidly ran up the rusty staircase to hide in the dark building. Chris searched the first floor with a large shotgun in his arm and an evil grin on his face.
"Miranda... honey, come on out. I'm sorry for screwing around with Amy." Chris loaded the shotgun and walked towards the staircase. "Come on, sweetheart, couples have their difficult times, but you don't have to leave me for that gutter punk Matt Hardy. We can work this out."
Miranda's heart stopped as Chris headed up the squeaking stairs towards the hiding spot. A noise of struggle echoed in the background as she heard two muffled groans behind her. She walked towards the noise and her eyes adapted to the darkness. She saw David and Brianna tied up to two posts. Miranda tried to untie her sister quickly, but Matt stopped her.
"M, is that you up there?" Chris laughed wickedly. He walked closer to where Miranda was and turned on the light pointing the shotgun to aim. No one but the bound and gagged Brianna and David were in sight. Chris glared around and screamed. "Fucking bitch! Come out here now! Amy! She's hiding! Look for that bitch!"
Amy angrily came out from behind David and punched Brianna in the face. "She's not in sight, huh? Well, we'll just ask her whore sister where she is..." Amy pulled the gag out of Brianna's mouth, but Brianna only spit on Amy. Chris smacked Brianna in the stomach with the gun as she painfully groaned.
"Damn, bitch." Amy wiped her face and shoved the gag back in her mouth. Miranda slowly came out into the light as Matt tried to stop her. She nervously gulped as Amy wickedly grinned, shining her gun in the blinding light. Miranda stepped bit by bit towards Amy as Matt walked behind her.
"I knew you were here, you damn whore." Amy laughed and quickly pulled Miranda by the hair. Matt tried to prevent her from hurting Miranda, but Chris stopped him from moving further with his shotgun. Chris laughed and pointed the gun to Matt's chin.
"What's wrong, you pussy? I thought fear was only a four-letter word? I've got your fear right here, bitch." Chris smacked Matt in the stomach with the gun as Matt fell to the ground, hunched over with the wind knocked out of him. He was huddled in a ball, trying to catch his breath as Chris kicked him repeatedly. Miranda squealed, begging him to stop.
"Babe, what did I say before?" Chris grinned toward Amy. "We make a great fucking team! We make a great fucking team!"
Amy sighed and loaded the gun. "Sorry, babe. We don't."
"What the fuck?" Chris questioned as Amy shot the gun at his stomach. Chris, stunned, tried walking towards Amy to discontinue the shooting as blood poured from his open mouth. Amy shot another and another, pushing him back towards the railing. He fell backwards over the rusty railing to the concrete floor with a thud.
"I can't do this without you. We both have to stop her." Matt smiled and unlocked the door as Miranda quickly hopped in.
On their way to Amy's house, they saw a black Viper following them. Matt cautiously regarded the car through his rear view mirror as Miranda occasionally checked the car out. Miranda squinted her eyes to view the car better and watched from the passenger's seat. She looked repeatedly and with a confused thought in her mind. The driver in the car looked strangely familiar... Miranda gasped and Matt panicked, quickly asking her what was wrong.
"What's wrong? What is it?" Matt nervously asked Miranda as she panted.
"Drive! Faster!" Miranda shouted as Matt speeded down the road.
"What is it??" Matt drove quickly, looking for cops as he sped.
"It's Chris! He's following us!" Miranda nervously broke into perspiration. "Pull up over here by this warehouse. Hopefully, we'll lose him..."
Matt pulled off on the side of the road and Miranda dragged him out into the building quickly as the sound of another car door slamming in the distance echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse. Miranda and Matt rapidly ran up the rusty staircase to hide in the dark building. Chris searched the first floor with a large shotgun in his arm and an evil grin on his face.
"Miranda... honey, come on out. I'm sorry for screwing around with Amy." Chris loaded the shotgun and walked towards the staircase. "Come on, sweetheart, couples have their difficult times, but you don't have to leave me for that gutter punk Matt Hardy. We can work this out."
Miranda's heart stopped as Chris headed up the squeaking stairs towards the hiding spot. A noise of struggle echoed in the background as she heard two muffled groans behind her. She walked towards the noise and her eyes adapted to the darkness. She saw David and Brianna tied up to two posts. Miranda tried to untie her sister quickly, but Matt stopped her.
"M, is that you up there?" Chris laughed wickedly. He walked closer to where Miranda was and turned on the light pointing the shotgun to aim. No one but the bound and gagged Brianna and David were in sight. Chris glared around and screamed. "Fucking bitch! Come out here now! Amy! She's hiding! Look for that bitch!"
Amy angrily came out from behind David and punched Brianna in the face. "She's not in sight, huh? Well, we'll just ask her whore sister where she is..." Amy pulled the gag out of Brianna's mouth, but Brianna only spit on Amy. Chris smacked Brianna in the stomach with the gun as she painfully groaned.
"Damn, bitch." Amy wiped her face and shoved the gag back in her mouth. Miranda slowly came out into the light as Matt tried to stop her. She nervously gulped as Amy wickedly grinned, shining her gun in the blinding light. Miranda stepped bit by bit towards Amy as Matt walked behind her.
"I knew you were here, you damn whore." Amy laughed and quickly pulled Miranda by the hair. Matt tried to prevent her from hurting Miranda, but Chris stopped him from moving further with his shotgun. Chris laughed and pointed the gun to Matt's chin.
"What's wrong, you pussy? I thought fear was only a four-letter word? I've got your fear right here, bitch." Chris smacked Matt in the stomach with the gun as Matt fell to the ground, hunched over with the wind knocked out of him. He was huddled in a ball, trying to catch his breath as Chris kicked him repeatedly. Miranda squealed, begging him to stop.
"Babe, what did I say before?" Chris grinned toward Amy. "We make a great fucking team! We make a great fucking team!"
Amy sighed and loaded the gun. "Sorry, babe. We don't."
"What the fuck?" Chris questioned as Amy shot the gun at his stomach. Chris, stunned, tried walking towards Amy to discontinue the shooting as blood poured from his open mouth. Amy shot another and another, pushing him back towards the railing. He fell backwards over the rusty railing to the concrete floor with a thud.