WARNING: The rating of this story has now been changed to R strictly for profanity. I wanted to be on the safe side here.

Darkness, a state of loneliness and pain. That scent, that oh so familiar aroma lingered in my nose for such a long time. I cringed thinking about how it was going to stay with me for a long time. That was the least of my problems. I was in a meth lab, it was pretty easy to figure out. Slipping my eyes open to some more darkness, it wasn't much lighter then my eye lids. My head was throbbing once again, but this time, it was more of an aching lingering sensation. A large smack over the head on top of a concussion wasn't all too great.  The last I remembered was walking down the alley and some jag off hitting me over the damn head.

"That bitch's alive. Damnit, Ray, shes still alive I told ya! What the fuck we doing with this bastard?" A voice echoed though the room. God, speak English, who are they talking about? My head didn't want to think nor comprehend what was happening. I was in some sort of room, my hands tied around my back. I swore as I fought the ties, not resulting in more then raw wrists.

"I told ya three times Freddie! How many more times do I gotta tell ya that this son of a bitch is our pawn already" Another voice replied. They sounded way too familiar.

Pawn? What the hell was going on? Was this about the coke? Cruz's insurance policy? I groaned lightly as I continued fighting with the ties restraining my hands behind my back. It was hot. Really hot. Almost as hot as it was during the fire. If they were setting this place in flames, I was in big trouble alright. I could feel cold sweat trickle down the side of my face, down my cheekbone, as I shuddered. Not sure if I wanted them to know I was awake I stayed silent and listened, my ears alert.

"Why would she do anything for this jack ass. He aint worth nothing. I doubt she gonna give up some more dope for this bastard." Freddie protested to Ray, "I'm telling ya! This was a bad idea. If the cops show up, we going to jail! We got away once ya know!" He continued ranting.

Bingo. Lightbulb. Ding dong! It clicked; these two bastards were the guys that had shot Cruz in the first place! I'd bet my life that these two knuckleheads were the ones who had broken into her apartment and trashed the whole place.

"Jesus Christ! Shut up already, ya going to wake um up!" Ray yelled at Freddie. Good thing the two voices were easy to distinguish, one was much higher then the others.

Foot steps echoed into my room as a intense light flashed on blinding my eyes for a matter of a minute. Struggling to see there faces, sure enough they were the same guys. "you fucking bastards!" I spat angrily at them. Freddie, the small one stared at me with big swollen eyes, surely for not having there line or fix that morning.

"Shut the fuck up!" Ray yelled as he thundered deeper into the small room that resembled much like the room I was in with Cruz, several weeks ago. He held quite a large rifle in his right hand. "Officer Boscorelli isn't it?" He chuckled as he stood in front of me. "Big old' Officer Boscorelli!" He chuckled.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" I spat after spitting a hulk of phlegm at him, falling a few inches away from his shoe.

His fist collided with my jaw as I flinched in pain.

          "Now now Boscorelli, you going to do what we tell ya to do or what?" Ray muttered back at him after examining his fist, almost like it hurt as much as my face did. Fucking wimp had nothing better to do.

          "What the fuck do you want? Huh?! What the fuck do you want with me?!" I continued. I felt like gagging when a small smirk crossed Ray's face. Freddie sunk back into the shadows and disappeared slowly, an aggravated frown on his face. Ray chuckled lightly, his voice cracking. I cringed.

          "Cruz."

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