Revenge
Chapter 19
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The young boy was running down alongside the old house chasing after his new puppy, Bailey. Lucas heard a loud bang and stopped, looking toward the window of the house. He knew no one was living there. He'd heard the neighborhood stories about how the house was haunted and so he wondered what the noise might have been. He decided that it was more important to catch his new puppy and that he'd come back later to explore the noise in the old, run-down house. Besides, he needed to bring his friends back with him in case the house really was haunted.
He continued down the driveway that ran along the house and just managed to catch sight of Bailey's tail and hind legs as he squeezed through the crack between the garage door and the wall.
"Bailey!" Lucas called into the darkened garage between the cracks, fearful of disturbing whoever or whatever was inside the house. Bailey gave a high-pitched puppy bark indicating to Lucas that he wanted to play. He loved to hide around the house and have Lucas come looking for him.
"We can't play in here, Bailey. C'mon out, boy," Lucas called to the dog. He was answered with another puppy bark and he knew that he wasn't coming out. He'd have to go in after him.
Lucas turned to his side and managed to wiggle his way into the garage through the same crack that Bailey had gone through. It was very dark, but he could make out the shape of a car. He called around for Bailey and was rewarded with a nip at his ankle that scared him to death. Lucas jumped and landed against the car, hitting his chest on the car and knocking the wind out of himself. He managed to reach down at the same time and grab hold of Bailey's color, despite the fact that the dog was pulling away trying to get back under the car, scratching the paint off the car with his rabies and identifiation tags.
Lucas kept hold of the dog long enough to get his breath back, rubbing his chest where he'd struck it against a rough spot on the car. Then he went out of the garage the way he'd come in. He started to walk back up the driveway with the dog, but while he was looking at the house he could swear he saw the curtain move slightly. He decided to go around the back of the house and cut through the neighbor's yard and then home.
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Bosco felt the bullet hit him in the side as he fell back onto the couch. It had knocked the wind out of him and he fought to catch his breath while still holding onto the barrel of the gun. Suddenly, he felt both the pain from the bullet and the burning of his hands from the heat of the gun barrel. He let go of the gun barrel and grabbed at his side, breaking out in a sweat at the same time as the shock to his system was felt.
"I told you not to be stupid!" Paul Richards yelled at him, pointing the gun at him again. This time, his hands were shaking. He didn't really are if Boscorelli died right now or not. The only thing that concerned him was whether any of the neighbors had heard the gun go off. He looked out the window and saw that it didn't appear that anyone was outside at the time.
He released the curtain and it swayed slightly for a moment. He looked back at the injured officer who was trying to assess his injuries. "Let me see!" he said meanly, pointing the gun at and walking toward Bosco.
Bosco leaned back against the couch and let Richards look at the wound. He could feel the blood trickle down his side and start to be absorbed by his jeans and shirt.
"Sit forward," Richards ordered so that he could see if there was an exit wound. There wasn't. He tied Bosco's hands and feet again. "Just stay still while I go get something to bandage it with. I don't need your blood all over the place," Richards said unsympathetically.
Bosco sat on the couch and looked around for a way to get out. He didn't know how far he'd make it in his condition. He didn't know how bad it was, but he remembered from when Doc got shot when they were stuck below street level. Carlos had said something about maybe he was lucky even though the bullet didn't come out the other side of Doc. He didn't know how accurate his memory was - he was more worried about getting everyone out of there.
Richards came back into the living room with some bandages and tape and saw the ashen look on Bosco's face and beads of sweat on his forehead. "He must be getting shocky," he thought to himself. He put the gun into his waistband and, knowing that Bosco was secured, began dressing the wound. There was a good amount of blood coming from the wound. He'd keep an eye on it to see if it would slow down, or if he should just dump Bosco somewhere and be done with him.
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"Lucas! Where have you been? I've been looking for you. I told you not to leave the yard," Lucas's mother said, coming out the front door as he scurried up the driveway, Bailey in tow. "I was just about to call your father home from work to help look for you. Don't scare me like that again," she said, not letting Lucas get a word in.
"But, Mom. Bailey got away. I had to catch him," he explained.
"That dog!" she said, exasperated, but with a smile. "How'd you get the dirt all over you?" she asked.
"Bailey ran into the garage of that haunted house," Lucas explained. "He wouldn't come out so I had to go in and get him," he said, rubbing the sore spot on his chest where he'd hit the car.
"Well, go get cleaned up. Aunt Sarah's coming over and she's bringing Missy with her," his mother told him, waiting for the complaint.
"Aw, Mom! She's such a girl! Besides, I was gonna go get Tommy and go exploring," Lucas whined.
"Don't start, Lucas. You can explore with Missy. Just don't get into trouble," replied his mother. "God knows it'll do her good to get a little dirty. Aunt Sarah is really babying her since Tony went away," she said, more to herself than Lucas.
Lucas started to object again, but his mother headed him off. "Aaah. That's it. You know she misses Uncle Tony since he's been in Iraq with his unit. Just try to keep her mind off of it for a while. That's all I ask," she said, leading him and Bailey into the house.
Lucas went to his room and grabbed a clean shirt from his drawer. He took off the old one and went into his mother's room to look in her mirror at the bruise that was forming on his chest. It had letters within the bruise. "Hey, Mom. Look. I've got a tattoo!" he yelled proudly to her. She came in to look at what he was talking about.
"Lucas! What happened?" she asked, bending down to her knees to look at the bruise reddish-purplish bruise that was forming.
"I fell in that garage when I was getting Bailey. I hit the car and knocked the wind out of myself. Can you read it? What kind of car was it?" he asked excitedly.
"Hmmm. I can't make out the whole thing, but if I had to guess, I'd say it was a mustang. We'll have to wait until the whole bruise shows up. You're sure you're okay? You can breathe okay and everything," asked his mother as she felt his rib cage to see if it hurt.
"Yeah. I'm okay. Cool. I can't wait to show Dad when he gets home!" he yelled as he ran out of the room, Bailey at his heels.
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TBC...
Chapter 19
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The young boy was running down alongside the old house chasing after his new puppy, Bailey. Lucas heard a loud bang and stopped, looking toward the window of the house. He knew no one was living there. He'd heard the neighborhood stories about how the house was haunted and so he wondered what the noise might have been. He decided that it was more important to catch his new puppy and that he'd come back later to explore the noise in the old, run-down house. Besides, he needed to bring his friends back with him in case the house really was haunted.
He continued down the driveway that ran along the house and just managed to catch sight of Bailey's tail and hind legs as he squeezed through the crack between the garage door and the wall.
"Bailey!" Lucas called into the darkened garage between the cracks, fearful of disturbing whoever or whatever was inside the house. Bailey gave a high-pitched puppy bark indicating to Lucas that he wanted to play. He loved to hide around the house and have Lucas come looking for him.
"We can't play in here, Bailey. C'mon out, boy," Lucas called to the dog. He was answered with another puppy bark and he knew that he wasn't coming out. He'd have to go in after him.
Lucas turned to his side and managed to wiggle his way into the garage through the same crack that Bailey had gone through. It was very dark, but he could make out the shape of a car. He called around for Bailey and was rewarded with a nip at his ankle that scared him to death. Lucas jumped and landed against the car, hitting his chest on the car and knocking the wind out of himself. He managed to reach down at the same time and grab hold of Bailey's color, despite the fact that the dog was pulling away trying to get back under the car, scratching the paint off the car with his rabies and identifiation tags.
Lucas kept hold of the dog long enough to get his breath back, rubbing his chest where he'd struck it against a rough spot on the car. Then he went out of the garage the way he'd come in. He started to walk back up the driveway with the dog, but while he was looking at the house he could swear he saw the curtain move slightly. He decided to go around the back of the house and cut through the neighbor's yard and then home.
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Bosco felt the bullet hit him in the side as he fell back onto the couch. It had knocked the wind out of him and he fought to catch his breath while still holding onto the barrel of the gun. Suddenly, he felt both the pain from the bullet and the burning of his hands from the heat of the gun barrel. He let go of the gun barrel and grabbed at his side, breaking out in a sweat at the same time as the shock to his system was felt.
"I told you not to be stupid!" Paul Richards yelled at him, pointing the gun at him again. This time, his hands were shaking. He didn't really are if Boscorelli died right now or not. The only thing that concerned him was whether any of the neighbors had heard the gun go off. He looked out the window and saw that it didn't appear that anyone was outside at the time.
He released the curtain and it swayed slightly for a moment. He looked back at the injured officer who was trying to assess his injuries. "Let me see!" he said meanly, pointing the gun at and walking toward Bosco.
Bosco leaned back against the couch and let Richards look at the wound. He could feel the blood trickle down his side and start to be absorbed by his jeans and shirt.
"Sit forward," Richards ordered so that he could see if there was an exit wound. There wasn't. He tied Bosco's hands and feet again. "Just stay still while I go get something to bandage it with. I don't need your blood all over the place," Richards said unsympathetically.
Bosco sat on the couch and looked around for a way to get out. He didn't know how far he'd make it in his condition. He didn't know how bad it was, but he remembered from when Doc got shot when they were stuck below street level. Carlos had said something about maybe he was lucky even though the bullet didn't come out the other side of Doc. He didn't know how accurate his memory was - he was more worried about getting everyone out of there.
Richards came back into the living room with some bandages and tape and saw the ashen look on Bosco's face and beads of sweat on his forehead. "He must be getting shocky," he thought to himself. He put the gun into his waistband and, knowing that Bosco was secured, began dressing the wound. There was a good amount of blood coming from the wound. He'd keep an eye on it to see if it would slow down, or if he should just dump Bosco somewhere and be done with him.
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"Lucas! Where have you been? I've been looking for you. I told you not to leave the yard," Lucas's mother said, coming out the front door as he scurried up the driveway, Bailey in tow. "I was just about to call your father home from work to help look for you. Don't scare me like that again," she said, not letting Lucas get a word in.
"But, Mom. Bailey got away. I had to catch him," he explained.
"That dog!" she said, exasperated, but with a smile. "How'd you get the dirt all over you?" she asked.
"Bailey ran into the garage of that haunted house," Lucas explained. "He wouldn't come out so I had to go in and get him," he said, rubbing the sore spot on his chest where he'd hit the car.
"Well, go get cleaned up. Aunt Sarah's coming over and she's bringing Missy with her," his mother told him, waiting for the complaint.
"Aw, Mom! She's such a girl! Besides, I was gonna go get Tommy and go exploring," Lucas whined.
"Don't start, Lucas. You can explore with Missy. Just don't get into trouble," replied his mother. "God knows it'll do her good to get a little dirty. Aunt Sarah is really babying her since Tony went away," she said, more to herself than Lucas.
Lucas started to object again, but his mother headed him off. "Aaah. That's it. You know she misses Uncle Tony since he's been in Iraq with his unit. Just try to keep her mind off of it for a while. That's all I ask," she said, leading him and Bailey into the house.
Lucas went to his room and grabbed a clean shirt from his drawer. He took off the old one and went into his mother's room to look in her mirror at the bruise that was forming on his chest. It had letters within the bruise. "Hey, Mom. Look. I've got a tattoo!" he yelled proudly to her. She came in to look at what he was talking about.
"Lucas! What happened?" she asked, bending down to her knees to look at the bruise reddish-purplish bruise that was forming.
"I fell in that garage when I was getting Bailey. I hit the car and knocked the wind out of myself. Can you read it? What kind of car was it?" he asked excitedly.
"Hmmm. I can't make out the whole thing, but if I had to guess, I'd say it was a mustang. We'll have to wait until the whole bruise shows up. You're sure you're okay? You can breathe okay and everything," asked his mother as she felt his rib cage to see if it hurt.
"Yeah. I'm okay. Cool. I can't wait to show Dad when he gets home!" he yelled as he ran out of the room, Bailey at his heels.
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TBC...