Psychopath

Justice

James ran over to the basement door. He tried to open it using the door knob. It was locked. He took a few steps back, and rammed his shoulder into the wooden door. It let out a creak, but didn't break. James continued slamming his shoulder into the door. After the twentieth time, he finally gave up. Instead, he hefted the AK-47 he still held in his hands and unloaded on the door, unleashing a barrage of fifteen bullets, silently praying none of them would bounce off a wall and hit Brian. The heavy wood may have been able to resist James throwing himself at it, but it was no match for the AK-47. Wood spluttered and broke under the hail of bullets. James brought his foot back and slammed him boot into the now weakened door. Wood splintered, and a large indentation formed were he struck the door. He continued kicking until he created a hole big enough for him to crawl through. Getting in his hands and knees, he crawled through the hole and descended down the rickety old basement stairs.

"Brian! Brian, you down here?"

"James? Yeah I'm right here!"

James blindly followed the sound of his voice, arms extended until he felt the top of a chair. He explored the chair until he found a cluster of rope. He quickly undid the complex knots, freeing Brian.

"Ah, thanks."

"No problem. Now come in, we have to get out of here."

Once they were upstairs, Brian turned to James.

"What the hell were you thinking? You almost walked into the most obviously made trap imaginable. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful, but in a situation like that you should have just ran."

"The only reason either of us have made it this far is because we look out for each other. We've saved each others lives time and time again. I need someone to watch my back and you need someone to watch yours."

Although James didnt know it, Brian thought back to what Mr. Andrews had told him. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was truly impossible to live in this world without a friend by your side, someone to watch your back.

"I guess your right. Still, we work best when we work together, so we need to make sure a situation like this never happens again."

"Agreed. Now come on, let's see if Mr. Andrews had any money on him, then decide where we are going next."

"Alright."

Janes walked over to the double doors that led outside and swung them open. Four cop cars where waiting for them outside. James slammed the doors shut but it was two late. They had already seen him. Eight cops burst through the double doors and subdued the boys. They tackled Brian to the ground, cuffing him. Seeing him with a gun, two of the cops wiped out stun batons and began beating James before he could react, bruising him and sending powerful electric shocks through his body. He collapsed to the ground, his limbs convulsing. Ome of the cops spit on James's face.

"That's for officer Connor and officer Dean you fucker. You think we wouldn't find out you killed them huh? You think you were so clever with that little staged crash? guess how we found out? Oh that's right, you probrably can talk right now, your too busy trying to breath and avoid chocking on your own spit. Well, I'll just tell you then. There are cameras inside of police cars you moron. We saw everything. Your going to jail for a long time."

After James was handcuffed, they were both dragged into the back of the police cruisers, James still jerking and twitching uncontrollably.