The Trail's End

Somewhere in Texas..

"Keep walking."

The boy shoves his shoulder to the right as two officers lead him down a long hallway leading to a set of double doors. On his wrists are tight handcuffs, which leave marks on his skin. He knows that they were far too tight for a kid his size, but he also knows they no doubt did that on purpose. After all, he was a wanted criminal. They wanted nothing more to hurt him in every way imaginable, but as for the time being, he was valuable to them. It was for that reason alone that instead of a bullet between his eyes, there were bruises around his wrists.

If Clyde were here, he'd beat the mess out of them.

He shakes his head. No, if Clyde were here, they'd all be dead. That was the problem. They lead him through yet another hallway, and he couldn't help but notice the increase in the temperature. Though he was only walking, he broke out into a sweat. They were going deep within wherever they had taken him, which was to be expected. They weren't taking any chances this time. The two officers pushed the boy into a room with only a table and two chairs, almost filled with officers.

"Hey, watch yourself, copper! You coulda hurt me!" He yells, falling down out his back. "You see, this is exactly why they keep comin' after you all. You just can't help but beat the mess outta us!" He jumps back as the same officer slams his gun into his cheekbone, causing him to cry out in pain.

"I don't think ya get it, boy," the chief, or so the boy thought, leaned down to look at him. His had a thick southern accent, and just below his right eye was a thick scar running down to his cheek. "You're our property now. The only thing keepin' us from sending you to Eastham is because you are going to help us catch your friends. Then, we're thinkin' that you'll have a wonderful stay in prison. What do you think they'll do to a kid like you?"

"I know what they'll do to me," the boy spat back, getting up on his feet while still holding his cheek. "Just like I know what you'll do when they do it."

The chief stifled a laugh. "You've spent too much time with that Barrow fella. What's your name, boy?"

He smirks. "Thurman. Tyler Thurman."

"How about your real name?"

The boy rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "You won't know me by my real name, just like you only them as Bonnie and Clyde. Really, it's unimportant." He smirks again. "Sorta like you!"

"I didn't ask what you thought of it. Give me your name."

"W.D. Jones," he finally answers. "My name is Tyler, sir. I'll only answer to that."

"Okay, Tyler. Let's get to work."

They spend an hour forcing the teenager to the table and sitting him down, gathering the necessary information.

"How'd you get caught, kid?"

"How'd I get caught?" He laughs. "With all due respect, sir, you haven't caught me yet. You took me in. You didn't catch me doin' anything. However, your boys did pick me up while I was just strolling along. I'm innocent as a babe."

The chief rolls his eyes. "I doubt that. We know that you're part of the Barrow gang, and that you have direct ties with both Bonnie and Clyde. Where are they?"

"Where are they right now?" Tyler raises his eyes. "Scar – Can I call you Scar?"

"No."

"Well, Scar, the only thing I can say to you is that you should just give up. They're faster than you, and they got better fire power. Frankly, you and your men don't stand a chance. They're probably so far away now that even your fastest cars can't get to them. Now, you're right, Clyde is a good guy, hell, he's practically raised me for the past few years. Maybe, just maybe, if ya let me go, they might just take it easy on ya for a while. Stick to smaller things, like gas stations, maybe cut back a bit-"

"The only way you're leaving our custody is over my dead body, or yours."

Tyler's expression grows dark. "That can be arranged."

The chief slams his fists on the table. "Listen to me, Jones," he booms, leaning across the table to stare the boy down. "Those people you chose as your comrades are vicious, bloody killers. They've killed anything in their path, and they won't stop until we stop them." He sits back down. "And we will stop them. Next time we get in the path of the infamous Bonnie and Clyde, we'll be prepared."

"Prepared to do what?" Tyler asks, narrowing his eyes.

He chuckles. "Shoot until we run outta bullets. I can promise you, they'll be dead by the next time we see them. You're lucky, kid."

"Please enlighten me how I'm lucky."

The chief smirks. "You got out just in time to live an extra day. Your friends? They won't be so lucky."

Tyler clenches his teeth and looks to the side, his heart racing. "I'll tell you what I know, but under my conditions."

"You don't get that privilege-"

"I'll tell you their hideouts, where they plan on goin', and every little detail about them." He takes a deep breath. "In exchange, you're gonna do a few things for me. First, they die quickly, peacefully, and together. They'd want to go down together."

"And?"

"You assure me that I will get a fair trial, and that I don't get sent to Eastham."

The chief smirks, then holds out his hand. "I think you've got yourself a deal, kid." Tyler smiles, but not out accomplishment. "I can arrange for all of your requests to be fulfilled, just so as long as you keep your end of the bargain."

"You got it, Chief."

"Good."

Tyler forces a smirk. "Then I hope you're ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Ready for the real story of Bonnie and Clyde."

A/N: And, we're off!

Many have kept with this so far, and since my foundation was a bit wobbly for this story, I had to completely redo this in order for something to be built. To the few that have stayed, thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy the new story just as much as the previous, if not more so. There is organization tools that I've tried to study, ones that put the last story to shame. If this is your first time reading, well, ignore me, and welcome to the madness! I am very particular with this story being as historically accurate as I possibly can make it, so if you see a flaw or a fault in my understand, do not hesitate to tell me! On top of that, I want to hear all that you have to say about this. Do you like it? What do you like about it? What don't you like? The more I know, the better story I create. As well as a decent plot, readers truly are the foundation of a story. I know, it's a bit strange at first, but once you get used to it, you might enjoy the story. I know I enjoy writing it! Thank you all, and don't forget to leave a comment of your thoughts!
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