When the trucks of men arrived at the scene, they knew right away something had happened.
Their high beams cut right through the night, and the dim glow of thrown torches that were thrown in different piles around the field it everything up. Motorcycle tracks were left around the field, and toss beer cans laid everywhere.
There was ten trucks in total, which meant at least forty men, with dogs, guns and flashlight, one of the trucks had a stretcher with medical supplies.
They all gave each other glances, and Jersey was one of the men who was standing in the hatchback, with a very uneasy look across his face.
Soon they all loaded out and walked around the scene, they first entered the barn, which they found everything they had used on Terry, covered in blood and laying in a hay bed.
They found Terry almost a minute later, they rushed around him, one of the team members got sick and threw up.
The three doctors out of the group knelt down, and saw that he had a very shallow pulse. His face was bruised and broken, mashed up and bleeding...they got the stretcher and slowly loaded him onto it.
"He's bleeding pretty bad, I don't think he's gonna make it," said one of the doctors, they placed an oxygen mask over his face and the young man's dull brown eyes looked around at the faces around him...and then locked with Jersey's, who's face was full of pity.
They started to wheel him back to the truck, when a young boy...maybe four or five came running out of nowhere, clutching his puppy dog backpack. Everyone turned and were caught off guard as the boy pushed through the crowd and went to Terry's side.
The boy had dirty sandy colored hair, and a tried small face, his clothes were covered in dirty and torn, his eyes were filled with tears and he pushed towards Terry's side and reached out and took one of Terry's bloody hands.
"TERRY!" he cried.
Everyone looked at each other.
The boy kept crying.
"TERRY WHAT HAPPENED, I RAN LIKE YOU SAID!" Tears rolled down the boy's dirt covered cheeks and he sniffled in.
"Are you okay terry?" He asked, still crying his little heart out...everyone looked at each other.
"Here...take this, Mr. Buttons will make you feel better." The boy pushed his fury small dog shaped backpack to the man, and put it under one of his blood soaked arms.
Jersey then locked eyes with another woman, who had a beautiful tanned face, she looked just as nervous, both didn't know what to say. Then Jersey looked down at the guy who was on the stretcher and stumbled for the words.
"Don't worry kid, your gonna be just fine."
"Get him out of here...take him to one of the trucks." Someone muttered, two women, and a young man took the boy and tried to talk to him...telling him his brother was going to be all right.
Once they took him out of site, they loaded the boy on the stretcher on the back of the truck.
The boy coughed up more blood, and when one of the doctors raised the oxygen mask for a second, the boy's eyes looked at Jersey again.
"Make sure Hunter is okay...make sure he's taken care of..." He cut off and the oxygen mask was placed over him.
As everyone started back in the trucks and the fires were put out, Jersey walked to the truck where the boy was brought, he was sitting in the cab of the truck with the door open, the people who had taken him away stood around him.
The boy had a blanket over him and just sat there with a blank look on his face, his eyes red and raw.
Jersey didn't know what to say, he steeped forward.
"Your name is Hunter right?"
Hunter looked up at him and slowly nodded.
Jersey felt just as nervous and didn't know really what to say.
"Your brother is gonna be just fine, nothing to worry about...we're gonna fix him right up."
"Terry's not my brother...he takes care of me."
Jersey looked at the people around him.
"Is that so...where are you parents?"
"Dead." Hunter said in a flat voice.
Jersey sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, he had no idea what to do next.
"Your lying about Terry, aren't you...he's gonna die, you just said that to make him feel better right?"
For such a young boy he was smart, his blank face looked up at Jersey, and Jersey looked around and then back at him.
"Yeah...I think he's gonna die."
Hunter nodded, and then more tears started to roll down his face, Jersey stepped forward and held him.
The trucks started back to the camp, they were half way there when Terry's heart stopped...He was only twenty-four years old.