Holy crap! School can really catch up to you. But, now. I'm free! :D
I felt something on my forehead. I felt my forehead and looked at my hand. Blood was all over my hand. I knew they had beatened me, what scared me was when I wondered where Shaundi was.
I heard a low weak groan behind. It was Shaundi. From what it seems we had been thrown into a different room. As prisoners, weak, barely strong enough to even lift a pistol.
"Where the hell are we?" Shaundi asked, while getting up.
"From the looks of it, it seems like we are in Vegas." I said sarcastically, smirking.
I received a short glare from Shaundi, which was good enough.
I stood up and walked to the door, of course, it was locked. Fuck, "How are we going to get out?" I heard Shaundi ask.
"I have no fucking idea."
"Great." Shaundi said, she sighed while pacing in the small room, "Do you think the others are planning to save us?"
"Probably." I said, doubting my own gang.
I saw a small light coming from the wall. "Hey, look." I said as I started walking.
"Shit.." I said lowly as I realized it was just a small window with concrete bars.
"I know this can't be a prison room." Shaundi stated.
"And, how the hell do you know that?" I asked.
"This room is too, comfy. Someone is probably going to come and take us somewhere else."
Shaundi was right, the room had a medieval look. It was too neat. Something those rich people have.
Right then, two heavily armed guards came into the room. Then, a clean cut man with a suit walked towards Shaundi, and I.
He started speaking, "You guys are awake, I thought you were dead. But, that would've been a good life, yeah?"
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, remembering I didn't have a gun with me.
"A marvelous man with great power, and responsibility. A man who can do many things, and ruin many lives, such as yours. Oh, I almost forgot, my name is Oliver Winsterburry."
"Alright, yeah, got it, mom. Now can you release me?" I asked.
A slap came over my face which stung like hell.
"Don't you dare disrespect me. I could easily take her." Oliver said, pointing at Shaundi
"You wouldn't." I said, fists clenching.
"You know, sometimes you screw with the wrong person, and they can just take the person you 'love'." Oliver said, emphasizing on the word love.
"You know we can just kill him Boss." Shaundi said. Obviously getting tired of 'Oliver's' shit.
"Darling if you kill me, my guards can kill him." He said pointing at me, "You wouldn't like that, would you my dear?" Oliver asked.
"First, I'm not your fucking darling, second, he can protect himself." Shaundi said.
"From highly-trained guards?" He chuckled, "I don't think so."
Soon, he brought out a gun and shot me in the knee.
"FUCK!" I yelled out in agony, clutching my bloodied, shot knee. I felt my body burning, mostly my knee, as if I was in Hell.
"Boss!" Shaundi yelled out.
"He's going to die, hopefully. Then, you can be mine. I told you to be careful, but darling, you didn't listen."
"You bastard.." Shaundi said lowly to herself, but, I could still hear her.
I tried getting up, but, I ended up falling back down on the floor. One of the guards kicked my stomach. This is about the second time I felt hopeless.
"S-stop.." I said, I knew I had to do everything in my power to get up and protect Shaundi. I knew I couldn't.
"Well, are you enjoying the show?" Oliver asked Shaundi.
"What makes you think I am?"
"Dear, expressions say everything."
"Yeah, because you shot my boyfriend, he's losing consciousness. Of fucking course I'm enjoying the show!" Shaundi said sarcastically.
"Really?" I heard Oliver say, with some hope.
"Fuck no." I answered for Shaundi.
My vision was going blurry, but, I could still see Shaundi take Olivers' gun and shoot him, and the guards. I felt her dragging me across the floor.
"Dumbasses, leaving the damn door open." I heard Shaundi say to herself. I heard some gunshots, then guards yelling, "Get them!"
Then, I could feel myself being dragged across the pavement, I was then pushed into a nearby car.
"Come on, stay with me." I heard Shaundi say. Of course, I knew I wasn't going to die, I mean, Johnny took a fucking shotgun to the knee. That means, I can take a pistol to the knee. I started closing my eyes, tired as hell. The bullet was the least of my worries. But, for Shaundi she's freaking out. I closed my eyes, not caring if Shaundi thought I was dead.
Right then, I could feel myself being dragged and put on a stretcher.
"We're here." I heard a faint whisper.
I felt darkness overtake me.