SandersLover: Okay everybody, this chapter was not written by me but from KrazyKid, so when you review, tell her how awesome this chapter was, I've decided to step back and let Krazy finish this story, so from what I've read so far you guys would not be disappointed. So here is KrazyKid, Chapter 9 of Revenge of the Witnesses

A/N- OK, this is not my story, but I liked it and wanted to see it finished. So....

Nick and Greg were continuing to try and outrun Fred. They had been running for ages, and neither of them were sure, as to exactly where they were or if they were still being followed. Both men were getting tired as well. Nick turned around (while still running) and looked back.

"Did we lose him?"

"I think so, but-"

The pair turned a corner and realised that they'd hit a dead end. Swearing, they turned around, to start back the way they'd come, when they ran into the very person that they were trying to escape from, and he was pointing a gun at them. (A/N- Well, I know that it's clichéd, but you knew I was going to happen)

"Well, well, well..."

Fred advanced, pushing Nick and Greg further back into the small alley way. As they were forced back, they're eyes darted, looking for a way to escape. Fred noted this and laughed, a maniacal laugh. Greg's heart sank. Fred was not truly in control anymore, and if he was truly bent on killing them then...

"Time for a little fun." Fred said lightly, clearly enjoying the look of terror in the two men's eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Nick questioned.

"Well, my original plan was just to kill Greg, but I think it's time for a new plan."

With that Fred turned his gun on Nick and fired. The bullet caught Nick in the shoulder, he let out a scream, and collapsed to the ground, smacking is head on the concrete and losing consciousness. Greg hesitated, and then started to run towards his friend, but was stopped before he could get there. Fred grabbed the back of his coat and pressed the gun up against his temple. Greg struggled for a second, but quickly realised there was no point. Fred was around 6'1" (3" taller than Greg) and quite broadly built. Plus there was the small matter of the gun.

"Leave your friend Greg, with any luck, someone will find him before he bleeds out. You on the other hand, will be long dead."

Greg gulped. Fred ran the gun across Greg's face and over his nose, pointing the barrel between Greg's eyes. Greg closed them and tried to calm himself. Fred grinned and moved the gun, letting it touch Greg' cheek, so he could know it was still there. Greg was breathing harder, and faster, and the sound of heart beating was deafening. The gun was pressed against back, just below his ribs.

"Goodbye Greg. No one here to save you this time."

Fred softly, hardly able to contain his excitement.

He pulled the trigger.

Greg let out a yell, and his legs gave way under him, so Fred let go, allowing Greg to crash painfully to the floor. Fred bent down and looked Greg, who was still conscious, in the eye, grinned at him before turning and heading out of the alleyway.

"Put your hand in the air, and drop the weapon."

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