Chrissy's POV

Chapter 12

"Okay, I've gotta think this though rationally." I thought to myself as I sat behind one of the several, giant crates. "They said Dad, Magnum, and TC were on their way to the house. So, if they got there not long after we left, stayed for around ten or twenty minutes then left, that would mean that I'd have to stall these guys for about fifteen minutes. It's probably been about five or six minutes since we got here, so that means I've got ten minutes or so left. How the hell am I going to pull that off!"

I looked around for some kind of heavy object.

"Maybe I can get to them before they get to me."

I took the lid off one of the crates and glanced into it. Unfortunately, there was nothing inside.

I looked up and squinted into the darkness. One of the brothers was walking towards me.

I ducked down and waited for him to pass by. Then, I silently got to my feet and grabbed the lid off the crate. I crept up behind him and hit him in the back of the head. He collapsed in a big heap on the hard cement floor.

"Wow, that was easy." I thought as I knelt down to look at his face. It was Joe.

I walked as quietly as I could to the other side of the warehouse, hoping it would be just as simple to knock out Pete.

Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I spun around. Pete was standing before me with a gun pointed straight at my heart.

"You're a sneaky little thing. Unfortunately for you, you're not sneaky enough.

He laughed coldly.

"You expected your daddy to save you, didn't you?" he asked mockingly.

When I didn't say anything, he continued.

"I wish I could be here to see the look on his face when he finds your bloody corpse."

I involuntarily shuddered, and once again, he laughed.

"Good-bye sweetheart." he said evilly as he aimed his gun, and...

BANG!

A/N: the next chapter will be the last. unless i decide to write an epilogue...hmmmm...