A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews! It's you guys that make me want to continue! Keep reading, and here's chapter 3!
Chapter 3
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~Bosco's POV~
They had gotten out safe and sound. I can't explain how relieved that made me. For a second, I wasn't sure that my plan would pay off; I wasn't sure that the kids would be okay. But they were, and now I had to go find more kids and get them the hell out of that school.
I continued up the next set of stairs, looking in each room to make sure that no one was in them. Every room I passed was empty, which I guess I could say was a good thing except for the suspense of not knowing where Mikey was. "Michael!" I yelled out. I was getting tired of all this bull shit he was giving me, and I wanted it to end. I needed to it end. . .
I turned a corner, and saw that one of the rooms was open. I pulled out my gun and walked slowly up to the door. "Police" I said, not knowing if there were going to be kids in there or not. I felt my heart beating harder in my chest, but I made myself breathe. I quickly turned the corner to see about five kids in the far corner of the room. They were all huddled up, and crying like no other.
"What happened?" I whispered as I quickly lowered my gun. "Is everyone alright?" I walked over to check on all of them, making sure none of them had been hurt. When I got to them, I saw that they were all okay. They just looked shaken up. More shaken up than the last group of kids had been. "What is it?" I asked again. "He took her." One of the girls choked out of her continuous sobs. "Who? He took who?"
"Emily."
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We were up on the roof, and I had my gun to her head. She was going to cooperate or else. . . well I think you could guess. "Hey!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Hey everybody, listen up!" I saw every head turn to me. Every cop; every medic; every spectator. . . I was putting on a hell of a show. I loved this power. "Now I want all of you to get the hell out of here!" I demanded. "Pack up all of your stuff and leave me the hell alone, or this one here will pay!" I said, motioning to the girl that was still in my power. She didn't seem so chatty now!
I heard all sorts of gasps and whispers from the crowd, but none of them were moving. "I mean it!" You get the HELL out of here, and just MAYBE I won't shoot her!" I lied, in hopes to get the cops to leave. I knew that at this point, there was no way of me getting out of that building unseen, so I needed an alternate plan, and this was it.
"What's your name?" I asked her, hoping that if I gave the crowd this girl's name, that it would make it harder for them to resist my demands. I watch TV; I know how it goes. . . Once the victim has a name, everything goes all dramatic and boo hoo. The world these days. . .
"Emily" She whispered. "What? I think you're going to have to say that louder!" I yelled in her ear and watched as she cringed backwards away from me. "My name is Emily! Emily Yokas!"
"Did you all hear that?!" I called out to the cops, who were yet still, standing there like asses. "If you don't leave, Emily here will die!"
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~Bosco's POV~
I ran as fast as I could to the ladder leading to the roof. That son of a bitch took Emily. . . I didn't care if he was my brother. He was a murderer, and I couldn't let Emily stay in the hands of a murderer.
I found the escape, and began ascending the ladder, when I suddenly became overwhelmed with a spell of dizziness. My shoulder was holding out, but I was still losing blood. A lot of blood, and I didn't know how much longer it would be until I passed out. "Damn it" I whispered to myself, knowing that this was the worst possible time to be losing it. I just needed enough energy to get Emily out of danger. I just needed that much.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and continued climbing the ladder until I reached the top. I pushed the door open quietly, and peered out onto the roof. I didn't see anything, so I opened it the rest of the way, and climbed out onto the hard, cold floor of the roof. . . I didn't have a good feeling about this.
I was getting dizzier every step that I took, but I managed to press on. I had a job to do, and I was going to finish it, regardless of the outcome.
I held my gun tightly in my hands, and started walking. I had no idea where Mikey was at that point, so I have to say, I was scared as shit.
"If you don't leave, Emily here will die!"
I heard his sick voice yell out. "Son of a bitch." I said under my breath, now with more incentive ever to get Emily out of this. Slowly but efficiently, I made my way over to where I had Mikey and Emily in sight. Emily was in front of him, and I was behind him. . . I could make the shot. I knew that I could take the shot right there, and it would all be over, but I couldn't. I couldn't kill my brother.
"Let her go." I raised my gun to show his that I wasn't messin' around with him.
Mikey slowly turned around at the sound of my demand. "I mean it Mikey, I'll shoot you. You know I will. Now let her go!" He looked scared at the sight of me. Hell, I would be too.
"Mo, what the hell are you doing?"
"What am I doing? Mikey, look at what you have done! What the hell are you doing?" I answered, my gun still drawn.
"Stay the hell out of this, Mo! This doesn't involve you, and I don't want it to!"
"Michael, you've killed people! You killed kids, Mikey! It's my job to lock up jagoffs like you! Now let her go, and maybe we can make some sort of deal!" I was getting closer, and I could feel it. If anyone could convince Michael Boscorelli of doing something, it was me.
Mikey thought about it for a second, and finally pushed Emily out of his grasp. "Emily, go. Get anyone you see and get them out of the school."
"Bosco – "
"Just go, Emily!"
With that, she reluctantly walked over to the ladder, and disappeared into the school.
It was now a battle of brothers. Me and my brother were squared off, both with guns and an attitude at that. . .
Hell was about to go down.
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