Death's Bullet

Part 8:

Bryan had no idea how to get off the roof. He probably could jump off and only break a leg. That idea didn't sound to tempting though. Once again Bryan lied back down on the roof. Until he thought of something, he was stranded.

Dom was good at fixing cars and drag racing, not getting big cats of Mia's roof. He didn't know what he was doing but that wouldn't stop him. The shortest ladder was, if Dom had to guess, to be about eight feet. He could get on the flat garage top and then climb on the roof. Of course he always could've gone on the patio and then got on the roof but since Bryan got on the roof from his room, something Dom wouldn't do because mainly it was hard to get back down.

He propped the ladder on the side where the soil was easy to stable the ladder in. Taking a deep breath, he began the climb. Upon reaching the grainy surface roof, he strutted towards the higher level of the roof.

Pulling himself on that, he saw a golden head and a caramel skin occupying his clothes. Dom crept closer. Bryan was asleep! Dom couldn't be sure if this pissed him off or amused him.

He squatted down, shook Bryan, and yelled, "Wake up!" Bryan woke with a jolt and sent his scratched hand towards Dom's face. Anticipating his reaction, Dom caught the fist.

"Dom." Bryan's deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, as he hissed his name.

An eyebrow quirked.

"What are you so upset about? Remember Bryan, it's my roof you're sleeping on." Technically it was Mia's roof but Bryan didn't need to know that.

This was not good. Dom had found him. Curse his stupid cold, his injuries, and curse that stupid agency for trying to track him.

"Look Dom, I can't have people around me. I'm a hazard. The people who are after me are very powerful and will find me." He sneezed. Bryan's head was getting any less stuffy and his fingers ached from the roof texture of the roof. Everything was spinning out of control. He had jumped up to fast. Bryan knew he shouldn't have exerted himself, but the feeling of getting away was to strong.

Dom watched Bryan get hit by his fever like a car getting smashed by a truck. He was swaying like a thin tree in the wind, and what little focus was left in his eyes was now gone. He staggered again. This time he was dangerously close to tumbling off the roof.

Dom did the only thing he knew to do when someone was too stubborn for their own good. Yanked Bryan away from the edge and knife handed him in the back off the head. It worked like a charm. Bryan passed out and Dom had the fun job of dragging him off the roof and back into the house.

Bryan blearily opened his eyes. The flames of a fire licked his face and neck, leaving small welts and nicks. Smoke was slowly filling in the space of the room so that hungry flames could greedily consume all of the oxygen.

Panic set in the back of his mind. Suddenly he wasn't Bryan the assassin but Bryan the five year old child. A child with realistic and unrealistic fears, the child who had been constantly abandoned by foster parents and learned the hard facts of life at a young age.

The smoke was growing heavier and starting to press around him the cement walls. Tears streamed down his dirty face mixing with blood and cold sweat and fear. Blue eyes showing the kind of heart wrenching fear and panic and devastation that only a child can portray.

He managed to turn himself on his stomach by sheer will and the need to live. Little fingers clawing the wood floors, pulling a little body still pudgy with baby fat, towards what was he presumed to be the exit. His leg was going numb and twisted at an odd angle.

Then he heard the voice. A sweet girl's voice desperately screaming his name. he remembered her, his only friend. What was her name?

The smoke now was chocking him, causing his lungs to cough violently. So close to the exit. Muscles straining, head swimming in a pool of tar, and then she was there. Not his friend but someone else.

"Help." He crocked blood and spit running down his jaw.

"Well aren't you a site for sore eyes, hm?" Her voice was so cold. A shiver ran up Bryan's spine. Something wasn't right, she wasn't right. Before he could back away, she had bent down and grabbed his arm, wrenching him to his feet painfully.

"No one will miss an orphan like you." Her eyes ran up and down his small body. "When you're older you sure will be hot." She laugh a crazy creepy laugh, no it wasn't a laugh more like a witches cackle on Halloween.

He struggled. "Get away." Failings his little fist, Bryan managed to catch the teen in the face.

"You little bitch." She threw him down violently. "I'll have fun braking you." In his paralyzed state, Bryan new he was doomed. His head had been hit hard. Her arms closed in on him the metal bar, he was trapped, caged. One last time he managed to call out his friend's name before she roughly threw him over her shoulder and carried him away.

Sorry I took so long to update, I have a few other stories goin on but most wont be on fanfic cause there all original character.

-kage karim