Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Rating: PG-13
Examining Cain, Oz showed as much emotion as a brick wall. Lola on the other hand was about ready to shit in her pants.
"Cain." Oz stated.
"Oh very good, you remember me" Cain said with false cheerfulness.
"Errr...could someone please get the big, scary knife away from my throat before we continue introductions?" Lola whimpered.
Cain frowned, pushing the knife closer to the pale skin of Lola's neck. Lola's faced scrunched up with fear, "Oww-" She began to whine, when she was cut off by Cain.
"If I wanted your opinion, I would of asked for it."
"Hey, Cain, how about you let Lola go; it's me you want right?" Oz tried to intervene. True he didn't really care about the girl, but he didn't think it was fair for her to be caught up in something like this.
"True, but she might be helpful. Now, you are going to give me your car keys and come nicely, or the girl has a date with my little old knife." Cain waited for Oz to hand over his keys.
"Slight problem. Lost my keys. I think I left them in the bar." Oz replied coolly. "So problem."
Cain frowned, realizing the dilemma the lack of keys created: he could send the Osbourne kid back into the bar to look for them, alone and keep a hold of the girl and risk him raising alarm, or could kill the girl, knock out Oz, and then go look for the kid's damn car keys.
He liked the second idea much better.
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Rating: PG-13
Examining Cain, Oz showed as much emotion as a brick wall. Lola on the other hand was about ready to shit in her pants.
"Cain." Oz stated.
"Oh very good, you remember me" Cain said with false cheerfulness.
"Errr...could someone please get the big, scary knife away from my throat before we continue introductions?" Lola whimpered.
Cain frowned, pushing the knife closer to the pale skin of Lola's neck. Lola's faced scrunched up with fear, "Oww-" She began to whine, when she was cut off by Cain.
"If I wanted your opinion, I would of asked for it."
"Hey, Cain, how about you let Lola go; it's me you want right?" Oz tried to intervene. True he didn't really care about the girl, but he didn't think it was fair for her to be caught up in something like this.
"True, but she might be helpful. Now, you are going to give me your car keys and come nicely, or the girl has a date with my little old knife." Cain waited for Oz to hand over his keys.
"Slight problem. Lost my keys. I think I left them in the bar." Oz replied coolly. "So problem."
Cain frowned, realizing the dilemma the lack of keys created: he could send the Osbourne kid back into the bar to look for them, alone and keep a hold of the girl and risk him raising alarm, or could kill the girl, knock out Oz, and then go look for the kid's damn car keys.
He liked the second idea much better.