Grit
Haha some nice reviews =] Thanks and here is the next part!
Chapter 3: You Won't Feel a Thing
"Wake up kid." The voice surprised me. I woke up, my memory foggy from the events of the night before, and was unsure of my surroundings. My vision returned and I realized I was still in the car. We were in some kind of desolate looking place, the sun was blinding and what looked like a bare wasteland surrounded us. We were parked at some gas station. I got up and gasp a little as my shoulder seemed to attain a heartbeat.
"Ah ya, you took a nice one last night." He chuckled, Jacob stood outside the car, my window down. I looked down at my shoulder, it was covered in gauze, but blood soaked through. I started freaking out but Jacob put a calming hand on my other shoulder.
"Don't worry, I've had tons of those, they look worse than they are." He suddenly pulled out a little flask and took a big swig of it.
"Come on out kid, we're staying here tonight."
"What? Where are we?" he just smiled.
"North Dakota, I made excellent time if I do say so myself…"
"How in the world are you still awake?"
"Alcohol plus caffeine pills, beautiful combination."
"Is that safe?" I asked, slowing getting out of the car.
"Hell if I know." He chuckled, seeming in a better mood than I had seen him in while. I stared surprised as he turned to walk, but stumbled.
"Are…you drunk?" I said. He turned, shushed me, then turned back around and walked, or I should say, stumbled.
We walked into the gas station, and Jacob stumbled up to the counter.
"Excuse me? Do you have pretzels?" He said, his words slurred. He suddenly began laughing voraciously, like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. The man behind the counter, a fat man with a beer belly and a handle bar mustache and a small scar on his lower lip, glared at Jacob, annoyed.
"S-sorry about my friend…" I said. Suddenly the man growled.
"I don't like drunks…and that's a nice car out there…" Suddenly he produced a sawed off shogun from under the counter.
"Now what are you willing to pay for me to not kill you and take the…" Jacob suddenly punched the man, and picked up the gun and aimed it at the man.
"Was wondering when scum like you would get to business." Jacob chuckled, suddenly seeming fine. I was stunned, it had been an act? The man's nose was bleeding badly, but he had a grin on his face. Suddenly the bathroom door burst open and another fat man, this one black and had a full beard on his face, came out with a large black revolver pointed right at Jacob.
"Put it down you little…" Suddenly there was a gunshot and the gun went flying out of his hand. Then Emmet was there, grabbing the man by the arm and pressing a black pistol against his neck.
"You didn't think you were the only one with back up did you?" Emmet chuckled, pushing the man forward, next to the other man.
"Now, since formalities are over with." Jacob chuckled, waving the shotgun left and right as if a habit.
"Tell us, how long ago did Pack leader contact you?"
"Pack leader?" I said, suddenly it hit me.
"These guys are part of the pack? I thought they were a biker gang…"
"No, they are much bigger than that." Jacob chuckled.
"They have networks, systems; they are much bigger than just a biker gang. They are…well the word Mafia comes to mind."
"I…never realized…"
"I will explain it later kid..." Emmet said.
"But back to the issue at hand, question boys?" Jacob finished.
"Yesterday." The black one blubbered out.
"Nahuel!" the white on snarled.
"I am not getting a shotgun to the face just to protect that asshole Pack Leader!" he snarled back. Jacob sighed.
"ANYWAY, what did he say?"
"He said he was done visiting his family and was coming on back around these parts…"
"Oh really?" Jacob chuckled.
"Where exactly, in these parts?"
"A-Arizona. He said he was heading to our desert base in Arizona!" Nahuel sobbed.
"Please, I don't want to die…" Jacob pressed the barrel against his forehead and the man continued to blubber.
"Just keep answering and I let you live pup." He pulled the gun back and smiled sweetly.
"Now, where is this base?"
"AHHHHH!" the white man suddenly pulled out a knife, and stabbed the black man in the chest twice before Jacob fire, causing the white man's head to literally explode and his body hit the ground with a thud. Nahuel was sobbing.
"Oh god, oh god…" Emmet quickly pulled the man around and laid him down where we had just been standing. I stared; stunned as the blood gushed from the wounds, staining the white shirt he had been wearing red.
"A-am I…going to…die?" His voice was growing weak and Jacob sighed.
"Sorry friend, he killed you, but tell me where the base is."
"Its...outside…of…Phoenix." he sobbed. I frowned.
"Please...bury…m..." he couldn't finish.
"Sure we will." Jacob said, patting his shoulder. The man died.
Jacob pulled out the knife, stared at it, and then tossed it onto the counter before checking his pockets.
"Nothing else useful." He said, standing. Suddenly a phone started ringing. Emmet quickly ran around to it and put it on speaker phone. The man who spoke had a New York esque accent.
"Ello? Mickey?" I was assuming that was the white one. Emmet gave us freaked out look and Jacob just smiled.
"Hello Jared." Jacob chuckled. I could hear Jared's breath hitch.
"B-Black?"
"Tell your pathetic excuse of a leader that he will be found, and that I am going to kill him." The man didn't respond. Instead, the person who respond's voice was so deep, so…evil, made me jump out of my skin.
"Good luck." Then the line went dead.
"Alright, time to go." Jacob chuckled. He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door.
"B-but…what's going on? Who was that? What about Uley?"
"I thought you said you would bury that man." Emmet said, following us. Jacob shrugged.
"It doesn't matter, his friends probably will."
"Friends?" Emmet said, as we all got in the car.
"We have about 1 minute before about 20 guys in bikes show up and shoot the shit out of us." Jacob said, no hint of humor in his voice. We quickly peeled out of the place and I gave Jacob an angry glare.
"Jacob what the hell is going on? I hired you to kill Uley, not to have some kind of grudge match with this 'pack leader' character."
"I know kid, you are going to get to kill him…" he sighed.
"Black, I think it's time you explain." I said. He chuckled humorlessly.
"I thought we agreed…"
"We did!" I snarled. He stared at me curiously, like he found it amusing that I was yelling at him, he probably wasn't used to it, considering the people who did probably were killed.
"You don't have to tell me your entire life story." I said, controlling my voice.
"I just want to know your history with 'The Pack'." He sighed.
"Fine, if you must know, I am the only person ever to leave the pack, and live."
"You were a part of it?" he just chuckled.
"You can say that, I didn't exactly have a choice."
"So that's why you called that man back there a pup." Emmet suddenly said.
"I thought it was strange for you to call him that…I am guessing that's what new members are called?"
"You got it."
"Why did you leave?" He just smiled.
"That friend I told you about? Was the boss's daughter."
"You…and he just let you go?" he just laughed.
"Of course not, he chased me for a long time…about 2 years actually, never caught me, poor bastard…ended up killing his right hand man too."
"2 years…how old were you?"
"17." He chuckled. I just stared; he was 2 years older than me and was somehow able to kill that many men? Who exactly did I hire?
"So…he finally just gave up?"
"Pretty much, he knew I was too skilled…as skilled as he was when he was a kid, as he once put it. Oh and that's another 100 for Mickey."
"Well…how close to the bosses daughter where you?" Why did I just ask that? He seemed just as amused as before by my question.
"We weren't fuck buddies if that's what you are wondering."
"And here I was, thinking I was the only one he wanted to fuck." Emmet chuckled.
"Seems you have competition." Jacob chuckled. I just glared at them, angry that they were talking about my feelings like I wasn't even there.
"Anyway, Sam is the new second I believe, though I can't imagine why, that guy is an idiot…"
"An idiot who killed my father." I said. He just shrugged.
"True I suppose…"
"So we aren't going to Pittsburg now?"
"No, Phoenix, Arizona."
"I don't understand why you didn't know where the base would be?" he just laughed.
"Obviously they change bases…it's not even really a base, just a meeting place really." That sort of ended conversation for a few minutes, until a question found its way to my tongue.
"Who runs the pack?" Jacob Black just smirked.
"A man I've sworn to kill."
"That doesn't answer my question." He just smirked some more.
"My Father, Billy Black"
Alright…I know this one was really short, but things are going to get…very, very interesting next chapter =] Review please!