You bleed just to know you're alive (sequel to The one he would help), chapter 6
"What do we do now?" Tre asked the other in the car. He leaned forward in the car and looked up on the warehouse in front of them.
No one answered at first. All of them just stared up at the big warehouse and tried to find something to say. Something that could give them hope that all of them would be fine in just some minutes. Maybe some hours.
Jason looked at Lina. She had sunken back into the seat on Billies car. Her face was full of guilt. Why? Was it only because she knew about Mike. Was it only because she in one sort of way had gotten mixed into all of this. Was it because she was the one that had gotten they all into this?
Of course it was. Jason knew that. But he had a feeling that it was something else as well. He had a bad feeling about this whole thing, not just because of the fact that Mike was somewhere inside that building, scared, tortured... alone.
The bad feeling was about sitting here in the car, visible to anyone who was inside that building.
"What was that?" Billie suddenly shouted. They had just heard someone tripping over something. All of them glanced around in the car and tried to see something. Everyone...except from Lina. She just sat there and stared right in front of her.
Billie locked the car doors. He was paler than usual, and small drops of sweat was running down his cheek. His green eyes was filled with fear.
"Someone is here," Jason said and looked behind him. Nothing to see, but they knew someone was there. But where?
Then they all screamed. The car jumped up and down a couple of times, and it almost rolled over. Then it stood all still again.
"Man, we gotta get outta here!" Tre shouted. Everyone began on trying to get the doors open, but then the whole car began moving.
"Billie, stop the car." Jasons voice was calm, but yet it was terrified.
"It wont stop."
"BILLIE, STOP THE FUCKING CAR!"
"IT WONT STOP, IT'S NOT ME DRIVING!"
Billie pushed every button he could reached, he tried everything to make the car stop, but nothing was working. It was like someone or something had grabbed the car and now pushed it towards the warehouse. None of the doors would open. They were trapped inside the car.
A door opened on the warehouse and the car drove them into it. The big door shut behind them, and the car stopped. All the doors opened, and all of them stumbled out of the car the fastest they could, just like they feared that the car would begin driving again.
"What the fuck do we do now?" Tre said.
Suddenly someone jumped on them. Strong hands were holding them down on the floor. Then a couple of guns where loaded.
Billie was picked up from the floor and a gun was put to his head.
This was why he hated guns.
This was why he hated all kinds of weapons.
They were told to walk straight forwards and up a long stair. Their hands got tied and then they were all thrown down on the floor.
The guy who had attacked Billie had hit him in the head, so everything was a little unclear. But he thought he heard someone come into the room.
Then he saw Mike lying next to him. His eyes were open wide in fear and he was sweating.
Two red shoes appeared in front of him. There was a voice speaking too. He knew he had heard it before.
The accent wasn't from California either.
But when he heard the next words the man said, he knew who it was at once.
"You've just been Punk'd."
No one answered at first. All of them just stared up at the big warehouse and tried to find something to say. Something that could give them hope that all of them would be fine in just some minutes. Maybe some hours.
Jason looked at Lina. She had sunken back into the seat on Billies car. Her face was full of guilt. Why? Was it only because she knew about Mike. Was it only because she in one sort of way had gotten mixed into all of this. Was it because she was the one that had gotten they all into this?
Of course it was. Jason knew that. But he had a feeling that it was something else as well. He had a bad feeling about this whole thing, not just because of the fact that Mike was somewhere inside that building, scared, tortured... alone.
The bad feeling was about sitting here in the car, visible to anyone who was inside that building.
"What was that?" Billie suddenly shouted. They had just heard someone tripping over something. All of them glanced around in the car and tried to see something. Everyone...except from Lina. She just sat there and stared right in front of her.
Billie locked the car doors. He was paler than usual, and small drops of sweat was running down his cheek. His green eyes was filled with fear.
"Someone is here," Jason said and looked behind him. Nothing to see, but they knew someone was there. But where?
Then they all screamed. The car jumped up and down a couple of times, and it almost rolled over. Then it stood all still again.
"Man, we gotta get outta here!" Tre shouted. Everyone began on trying to get the doors open, but then the whole car began moving.
"Billie, stop the car." Jasons voice was calm, but yet it was terrified.
"It wont stop."
"BILLIE, STOP THE FUCKING CAR!"
"IT WONT STOP, IT'S NOT ME DRIVING!"
Billie pushed every button he could reached, he tried everything to make the car stop, but nothing was working. It was like someone or something had grabbed the car and now pushed it towards the warehouse. None of the doors would open. They were trapped inside the car.
A door opened on the warehouse and the car drove them into it. The big door shut behind them, and the car stopped. All the doors opened, and all of them stumbled out of the car the fastest they could, just like they feared that the car would begin driving again.
"What the fuck do we do now?" Tre said.
Suddenly someone jumped on them. Strong hands were holding them down on the floor. Then a couple of guns where loaded.
Billie was picked up from the floor and a gun was put to his head.
This was why he hated guns.
This was why he hated all kinds of weapons.
They were told to walk straight forwards and up a long stair. Their hands got tied and then they were all thrown down on the floor.
The guy who had attacked Billie had hit him in the head, so everything was a little unclear. But he thought he heard someone come into the room.
Then he saw Mike lying next to him. His eyes were open wide in fear and he was sweating.
Two red shoes appeared in front of him. There was a voice speaking too. He knew he had heard it before.
The accent wasn't from California either.
But when he heard the next words the man said, he knew who it was at once.
"You've just been Punk'd."
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