Grand Theft Auto: Cost of Revenge
Chapter 15 of my Grand Theft Auto story, enjoy.
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A Sudden Attack
Arriving at the De Santa House, Franklin nervously prepared himself; he knew why he was here, nevertheless the prospect of him and Tracey being left alone in the house surprised him. Especially surprising was the fact that Michael was trusting him to be in this situation.
'If it wasn't for the possibility of their being danger I'd actually be looking forward to this.' He reflected.
Nevertheless he stepped up and rang the doorbell. Before long Tracey answered, grinning, and quickly let him in.
"Hey, you made it." She said cheerfully.
He nodded. "No trouble, so...your dad wanted me here to..."
She sighed. "I know, it's crazy, I'm actually worried myself, but...I'm sure things will be alright, we can take it easy, while keeping an eye and an ear out."
Franklin agreed and with the door closed he looked around the house, wondering what to do to pass the time. As if reading his mind Tracey smiled and gestured through to the living room.
"Well, I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie." She explained. "Of course we have to be careful to follow dad's stupid rules."
Franklin smiled lightly at that. "Hey, you know your dad is just uneasy about us, he cares."
"Yeah, I know." Tracey replied with a small smile.
Nevertheless they agreed with her plan and soon settled in to watch their move.
Seated on the sofa, watching the movie and sharing the popcorn, the two young lovers were relaxed, overjoyed with their close company.
"This is actually...It's strange, after so long, just doing something so peaceful could be so, satisfying." Tracey remarked.
Franklin nodded in agreement. "I know, after everything that's happened to us in the past, it's good to have moments of peace like this."
Tracey laughed softly although she completely agreed. As the movie ended, Tracey smiled and stood up to put the popcorn bowl away. That was when it happened.
"So Tracey, what should we-" Franklin began.
He stopped however when suddenly without any warning, the power went out.
"What the hell, Franklin..." Tracey gasped.
He was on his feet, by her side. "Shh, you hear that?"
They listened and could hear the sound of approaching vehicles parking outside. They weren't expecting guests and Michael's warning rang in their minds.
"Shit this could..." Franklin quickly shook himself. "Tracey, does your dad have a gun anywhere near where we are."
She nodded, their eyes were adjusting to the darkness and they could make out each other through the gloom.
"This way."
She led him into the kitchen and opened up one of the drawers. Inside Franklin retrieved a pistol and at least three extra clips of ammunition.
"Stick close to me, stay low and take cover." Franklin told her.
He knew they were vulnerable in the kitchen, especially with the glass doors leading to the outside. They could hear the movements, there was a crowd of people moving as if to surround the house.
"We're very vulnerable here. If there only was somewhere we could..." He began.
Tracey whispered. "If we could somehow get upstairs; we could use one of the bedrooms to try and defend ourselves."
Franklin knew she had a point, they could use one bedroom to reduce the angles of attack.
But before they could act they heard the noises and soon the front door had been kicked in. The glass doors leading out to the pool had been shattered, armed men, using flashlights on their weapons, swiftly entered with military precision.
'Shit, no time.' Franklin noted.
He acted immediately, opening fire just as they began aiming towards him. Two took the hits right to the face and fell. The others briefly fell back, seeking cover, before returning fire. Franklin led Tracey out of the way, into the living room and trying to take cover behind the sofa. In a position that allowed them to see both attacking parties at once.
"What do we do?" Tracey whispered.
Franklin replied in kind. "We need to get out of here, get to my car just outside and escape, then we can call your parents."
Tracey nodded; this was the danger her father feared, it had to be. But she couldn't understand who these people were or what they wanted. Deciding to take the risk they got up and Franklin fired at the attackers, who tried to fire back, but three of them soon fell, although he had been forced to use two full clips, the attackers turned out to be wearing body armour. Forcing them to fall back, as well as calling back-up from more of their allies, outside the house.
Taking the chance he led Tracey upstairs and they ducked into her bedroom, just in time as they heard more gunfire then silence.
"Franklin, c'mon." She whispered.
He nodded and, as they heard them coming upstairs, they hurried to the window and managed to clamber out onto the roof. Hurrying along the roof they were able to get down to the ground level. Whoever remained of their attackers were all currently in the house. They wasted no time and found Franklin's car; thankfully untouched, they got in and, as their attackers emerged from the house, opening fire again, Franklin floored it and the car drove away at high speed.
"Holy shit, what the fuck was that?" Tracey gasped.
Franklin had been forced to put the gun down driving as quickly as he could.
"I don't know; but shit...we gotta get somewhere safe and call your family. This is getting more dangerous than I thought." He replied.
Tracey nodded in agreement and they drove on, thinking it was over, that they had escaped. But then, as they reached a junction, having the right of way, another vehicle like the ones that were now starting to pursue them, came out of nowhere and struck Franklin's car full on. The impact was great and the moment the crash finally ended, Franklin's car now on it's roof, he was out cold, as was Tracey. Approaching the car, the armed men assessed the damage, Franklin had taken the worst of the crash and was injured, Tracey was simply knocked out.
Making their move the cut the seatbelt and pulled Tracey from the car and, carrying her with them, got in their own vehicles and left; leaving Franklin to his fate as they kidnapped Tracey.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.