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Chapter Nineteen

. Brandon's PoV .

Will, Clay, and I were holding Ronie back as Jack finished the song. She still wanted to kill him, but we wouldn't let her.

"Come on, let's just go to the bar!" I shouted. "Val! Jack! Come on!"

Jack helped Val off of the table, and the six of us sat down at the bar. Val just got a Coke, so we all to her and the baby's health.

"Well let's see," I said. "Nine months from now... that'll be early August!"

"Hey, maybe it'll be born on your birthday, Clay!" Val said.

"Maybe," Clay said, just remembering that. "August 5th? You think?"

"Pretty darn close," Ronie said. "But then again that could be a bad omen seeing how Clay turned out."

"I hate you, too, Ronie," Clay said as we laughed.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulderm and we all turned to see a man about my height with a white apron on. Oh yeah. He's the buffer behind the bar. So why isn't he behind the bar?

"Excuse me, sir," he said casually, "but I was wondering if I could have a word with the lady in the pink gown."

I looked over at Val who was playing with the straw in her drink when her head snapped up.

"What for?" I asked.

"I don't know him," Val said quickly, looking up at him. "I've never met him, I don't know who he is. So please leave. We've never met."

"Oh, but we have," Jack said, standing up. "Evening, Commodore. Or more recently, not-the-Commodore. I believe ye've been replaced, eh?"

We all looked at them until Will stood up, too.

"Hold your tongue, Sparrow-"

"Or what?" Will asked. "You certainly can't turn us in, now can you? Not unless your new boss is a cop."

"And you have room to talk, turner? You've been here ever since, haven't you? Taken up a new way of life just as easily? I suppose you hadn't the heart to stay with Elizabeth, giving her up for all this. I would've thought a man with your priorities would've chose her over anything, but I guess the greed got to you-"

Then, Will punched the man, and he flew behind the counter. Will jumped behind the bar still beating his face in. Clay was trying to seperate them, and so was Jack. I saw Ronie running off after Val, so I followed them outside.

"Hey! What's going on?" I asked as they ran beside my uncle's pick-up truck.

"That's Norrington!" Val said. "He's a psycho! When Alex took me to meet him, you should've seen the looks he gave me!"

"What looks?" Ronie asked.

"Ronie, he was a creep!" Worse than Jack! At least Jack lets you know if he's interested! Norrington just corners you and doesn't say a word! He's such a jealous freak!"

"What happened?" I asked carefully.

"He pulled me off to the side after dinner two years in and said he couldn't stop thinking about me,' she said. "He got this weird gleam in his eye after a while, too. Like he'd do anything. Even get rid of his own brother."

"What, like murder him?" Ronie laughed. "Because I can relate..."

"I don't know what he meant," Val said nervously. But he had that same look in his eye tonight. now I know why Lizzy hated him."

"Did he ever try anything?" Ronie asked.

"No. He started scaring me more and more though around alex, so that's another reason the three of us left after I was there for four years. We wanted you all back, ao I saw it as the perfect opprotunity to leave."

"Damn," I said, leaning against the truck.

"I should kill him and Jack togehter," Ronie muttered.

"I don't mind you hurting Norrington," Val said, "but I wanna help!"

They continued talking a few more minutes. I looked on up the road and saw a cop car turn onto the street. Then about five more behind it.

Oh shit, that's right! We're being chased!

"Get in the truck!" I yelled, flying into the cab.

Yes! The keys!

Ronie got in on the other side, and Val was in the bed of the truck. He head popped through the window in between ours, giving us more of a heart attack.

"What about the others?" she asked.

"Snooze and loose," Ronie said. "Brandon, go!"

"Hang on," I said. "This is gonna hurt."

I pulled the gear into reverse (Ronie shouting in protest), and I gassed it. We flew back towards the reception hall screaming until we took out the wall and heard my family screaming. Then, I put it in drive, and drove over to the bar i nthe corner, stopping to get the guys.

"Hurry up!" I yelled.

As will, Clay, and Jack climbed into the bed with Val, my mom came running up before I could pull out.

"Brandon James Edwards!" she bellowed. "You get out of that truck this instant and give it back to your uncle!"

"Sorry, Mom, but I gotta go," I said. "See ya."

I floored it again, taking out another wall with my mom still shouting for me to go back there, but nah, I like cops. Talk about adding spice to your life.

. Val's PoV .

After BJ took out the second wall, he was on the highway doing eighty-five before I knew what was going on.

I stood up shakily, gripping to the truck. I saw six cops chasing us and felt my stomach plummet. Is this all we ever get done doing?

"Lass! Ye all right?"

My head shot up, and Jack was helping me steady myself.

"I'm fine!" I said. "But- AH! It's the return of the Schnoz!"

"The what?"

I pointed at the tailgate as Will and Clay backed away, and I wasn't seeing things!Norrington was climbing into the truck! I was waiting for someone to push him over, but he got in!

"You idiots!" I yelled. "I-"

Then Schnoz pulled out a gun, and I froze with the others.

Damnit, I'm getting sick of guns.

Jack's grip on my arms tightened as we backed up. Clay was next to me with a crowbar in his hand halfway raised. Will was standing still just like Jack. We were all sort of paralyzed by the sight of that gun.

I feel sick.

"Come with me," Norrington said, extending his hand toward me, "and nobody will get hurt."

Jack's grip on me got tighter as Will stepped forward.

"You're outnumbered," he said. "Three to one. You'd never win."

"This, Turner," - he pointed the gun at him - "makes up for that. Besides, I'm against a pirate and that guy and you. No challenge whatsoever."

"Psh... you've never seen him swordfight," I mumbeled about Will. Then I met my eyes with the Schnoz.

"Valerie, I'm giving you three seconds to make your decision," he said.

"Or what?" Clay asked, the pistol moving on him,

"Or I take her by force," Norrington replied slowly, glaring at Clay.

"Over my dead body," Jack said, stepping in front of me suddenly.

"With pleasure," Schnoz said, sights on him now. "One..."

"Jack, no!" I squealed. "Don't!"

"Stay back, luv..."

"Two..."

"No! STOP!" I shouted, breaking passed him.

Norringtonm Jack, Clay, and Will all froze when I was in the middle of them with my arms out. I looked up at Norrington, and he then grabbed me. I screamed until the pistol was on my head (again). Jack, Clay, and Will each had something ready to hit him with.

"Let her go," Clay said. "Let her go NOW!"

He raised his crowbar, and the pistol was suddenly off my head, aimed at Clay, and fired. I screamed as Jack and Will leapt onto Norrington, fighting him for the gun. I crawled out of the mess over to Clay who wasn't moving.

"Oh shit... shit, shit, shit..."

. Ronie's PoV .

I heard a gunshot behind us and exchanged looks with Brandon. Then I heard Val scream and turned around to see if the cops had now taken up shooting at us. Instead, I saw Jack and Will tackling that bartender from the reception, and Val making her way over to Clay.

"Oh my god..."

"What?" Brandon asked. "'Oh my god' what?"

"Clay's hit."

"What do you mean 'he's hit?'"

"That guy shot him!"

"What!"

Then, Val's head came through the window again.

"Ronie! Norrington shot Clay! she said, shaking.

"I know, I know!" I said. "Brandon, loose the police and head for the hospitol. Now."

"Well, there's only one way I could loose 'em now," he said, looking around.

"Then do it!" I urged.

"Yeah, but-"

"NOW!"

"OKAY!" Brandon yelled back. "Val, get back there and hold on."

Val looked at me, not sure what to think. Then, her head went back through the window, and I put on my seat belt, not sure myself what he was thinking.

"Brandon-"

Just thne, he quickly kissed me. I broke it after a few seconds, wondering what the hell he was doing.

"I love you," he said.

"What?" I asked. "Stop confusing me! What the hell was that for?"

"In case we don't make it out alive," he said.

I stared at him.

"What!" I shouted.

Suddenly, he jerked the wheel hard as possible to the left, and we went flying into this patch of woods. I was screaming so loud I could barely hear anything else. It seemed to last forever.

Soon, it was all a blur; we were smacking into trees, rolling downhill, and then everything sort of stopped abruptly. I sat there in total shock. The truck was upside down, and the only thing holding me in my seat was the seat belt. I unbuckled it and fell.

"Ow... damnit..." I muttered. "Brandon?"

I looked up at him still strapped in his seat. His face was bloody and resting on the stearing wheel With a deep breath, I stood up and walked over to him.

"Brandon?" I asked quietly. "Brandon, are you okay?"

He wasn't responding, and tears caught in my throat. I grabbed his hand and checked for a pulse. I sighed in relief to feel that he had one.

"Brandon, wake up," I said, shaking him. "Come on, up and at 'em."

He moaned and moved slightly. Then his eyes flickered open, but he just winced painfully again.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Oh geez... ow... I think I broke my leg," he said.

"What?" I asked, looking down at his limp legs. "Which one? Try and move them."

He tried to move them both at the same time but ended up yelping miserably when the left one didn't move.

"Okay," I siad. "So it's your left leg."

"What about the others?" Brandon asked. "Are they okay?"

"I have no clue," I said. "I've only just survived your reckless driving and found you, you moron. I didn't mean you had to kill us to loose the cops!"

"Oh well," he said. "Listen, go find the others and see if they're okay. I'll be fine. At least you're okay..."

"Are you sure? You're sort of suspended in mid air."

"I'm sure. Just find the others."

"All right," I said. "I'll be back."

I opened the door and stepped out onto all these dead leaves. It was snowing gently (snow in Florida?) as I looked around. I didn't see the road at all. Then I saw how smashed up the truck was.

"Ouch..." I said, seeing all the dents and damage. I wrapped my arms around myself and kneeled to see under the overturned truck bed.

"Val? Clay?" I whispered, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

I didn't see or hear anyone under there, so I walked up on the slope calling out names. I stopped next to a tree looking for anoy of them when suddenly I heard a large branch above me snap and a scream. I whirled around just in time to see the branch and Clay come crashing to the ground.

"Oh shit! Clay!"

I ran over and fell to my knees, turning him over. I saw the bullethole near his hip. Surely he couldn't survive both this and falling out of a tree, but I was hoping he would. I flet for his pulse, too, but there was none. My head was going blank. No, no!

"Ronie!"

I turned to see Will running down the slope towards me, his tux all screwed up and torn.

"Clay needs CPR," I said as Will skidded to a halt next to me. "Brandon's in there and broke hi leg-"

"All right, I'll handle clay," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "Nothing major."

"Good. Um, Val and Jack are up there a-ways," Will said, pointing to the slope. "Jack got knicked up pretty good and Val's got a gash in her arm and a few goose eggs on her head. Help him bring her back to the truck," he said.

I nodded.

"You've got Clay?"

"Yeah. I'll check on BJ, too."

"Okay."

At that, I started up the steep hillside crunching all these dead leaves under my feet. About halfway up, I stopped and called out for Val or Jack. Jack answered.

"Over here, lass!" he shouted. "Behind the giant rock."

I went around it and saw Jack cradling Val in his arms, trying his best to stay standing. I looked at Val, but all she said was 'Weeeeee...'

I looked up at Jack.

"She's broken again..." he said.

I sighed loudly. What is it with him?

"Where's the asswipe that went ballistic on us?" I asked.

"Ye mean Norrington?"

He motioned towards this big clump of underbrush. I walked over and parted it, seeing the guy there unconcious.

"Good. Very good," I said. "Now follow me. Don't let Val fall asleep."

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