-Missing Max-
"You don't get it Jen, David is a horrifying monster in human skin when it comes to someone mistreating his campers."
Dirty Kevin was having a doozy of a time explaining to the crazy woman why challenging David to a fight right now would be a bad idea. Daniel had dropped the kid off to their hideout about an hour ago.
"We can take him, come on..."
Jen smiled her lunatic smile, holding up a knife she'd made from a piece of broken glass and a stick. She believed wholly in Zeemug and Daniel's vision for the universe, Dirty Kevin was just an asset that could be tossed aside at any time.
"I doubt that, check those knots again."
Kevin watched Jen fiddle around with the rope that bound the boys wrists and ankles, he hadn't moved a muscle since Daniel had dumped him on the floor. He knew that the boy had done some damage due to the amount of blood Daniel's shirt had soaked up.
"Knots are good, should we wake him up?"
Jen looked up from where she was kneeling next to the still child, that was her first mistake.
Max lunged up from the floor, the ropes that had supposedly been binding him so tightly falling away.
His teeth clamped onto Jen's arm, she screamed in agony, dropping her makeshift knife.
"Get Him Off!"
Kevin sighed, leveling a sawed off shotgun at the blue-hooded child.
"Don't think I won't do it kid, let her go."
Max released Jen's arm from his jaws, spitting in Kevin's direction.
"You better hit me with the first shot asshole, because if you miss..."
He mimed slitting his own throat.
Kevin didn't even have the scattergun loaded.
"This is a 12 gauge kiddo, I won't miss, not at this range."
Kevin gestured with the gun barrel for the child to get back on the ground.
Max studied the man for a moment, then reluctantly dropped to the floor.
"Little brat, I should cut off your ears."
Jen glared daggers at the kid, staggering off in search of the first-aid kit.
Little did either of the two know, Max had secured Jen's makeshift knife when he'd flopped down.
He would wait until the right moment, like when they tried re-tying his arms and legs.
One good slash or stab should put either of them out of commision.
Max was good at waiting.
He'd been waiting for a better family his whole life.
When Jen returned with a battered white case, Kevin decided to go load the shotgun, he pointed to the kid.
"Watch him."
He didn't wait for Jen to respond, sweeping from one room to the next where a dusty cigar box containing precious green shells lay.
Birdshot wasn't really good against human targets, but that's all Kevin had, he made sure both shells were seated firmly before snapping the gun shut. He didn't bother cocking back the hammers yet.
Upon coming back into the main room, he found that Jen was on the floor with her own makeshift knife sticking from her neck. Max was nowhere to be seen, the shotgun dropped from now numb fingers.
"Jen...are you alright?"
Jen made a strangled gurgling noise that sounded like she was trying to swear.
Forgetting that he was an evil drug dealer for the moment, Kevin raced for the orange phone on the table in the kitchen.
He never saw the steak knife jutting from about ankle height in Max's hands, slicing him open like a trout.
Kevin screamed in panic as he lost his balance, slamming facedown into the dirty floor.
Max was grinning from ear to ear as he hefted a cast iron skillet above his head, bringing it down with bone-crushing force onto Kevin's head.
Now that he'd disabled both of his kidnappers, Max walked out the front door with no trouble at all.