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A Long Night

A .357 revolver is one of the most versatile handguns in the world, it can fire anything from standard rounds, to rat shots, to .38 special rounds. It is by far my favorite handgun of all time. This very gun changed my life forever, on my 17Th birthday, in Atlanta, Georgia.
Makayla and i were celebrating at a Steak and Shake with the guys like we would any other Friday night before skipping town for race night, it was awesome, since it was my birthday our meal was on the guys, while i ordered something cheap and easy like i would any other time Makayla, however, took the liberty of ordering 2 of the most expensive items on the menu. i couldn't help but laugh, bless her heart, i love her to death but she will do anything to make Matt, Allan, and Austin mad at me for bringing her along. What else was i supposed to do, Friday is the only day i don't work, only because my boss is a driver too, can they really expect me to leave a girl who is that hot home while I'm out. Besides when shes there, even when i lose, i win when i get back to my place. I live in my own apartment, my dad kicked me out after a big fight because he didn't agree with Makayla's religious denomination, but I'm doing alright i got a job as a mechanic working five to midnight on the weeknights and seven to seven on the weekends, its rough but it pays good. everything was going as planned, the guys cussed her for everything shes worth, i cussed them and she kissed me, like clockwork every week, they would argue over the color of the sky sometimes just because its what they did. When we got to the quarter they already had two dragsters lined up, a blue Comaro and a green mustang, just hearing the power roll like thunder was music to our ears. The five of us practically lived here, hell, this is where we met. The tree all lit up, cars staged waiting on the green light so they could go, it was our heaven on earth, everything went silent just before the green light, and in a flash both cars were off in a screeching cloud of smoke.
Every detail was perfectly normal, except for the smell. The smell of burning rubber was replaced with the smell of gunpowder, we all knew the smell, were all shooters. i turned around to find Matt laying on the ground screaming in pain and covered in blood with a bullet hole in his stomach. i looked up to see a very shaky handed man standing there, probably in his twenties, he stammers, "i shot you but the bullet... it didn't... it hit him instead, oh god, its true, you're him... you're the son of the devil." this confused me, but i dismissed what he said as him being drunk. Unfortunately for him what he said didn't change anything. i told makayla to put mat in the car, i sent her alone because didn't want her to see what was gonna happen next. i pulled a knife, 6 inches long made from carbon steel and sharper than nails on a chalkboard, I don't remember what happened next and the guys say i don't want to remember, but the first thing i do remember was being soaked in blood, but not bleeding or being near Matt, while riding next to Austin, who was driving 130 miles an hour down the freeway headed for the nearest hospital.
When we stopped at Emory i started to get out to help but everyone, all four of them told me not to move, so i didn't Austin tossed me the keys and told me to turn on the radio id understand. so i did and the radio blared out NBC news "police are searching for the suspect, 17 year old Peter Chambers in the gruesome murder of 28 year old Alex Camble, no further information has been given, but if you know who Peter Chambers is, and where he is located call police immediately, do not approach him, he is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous as he is known by people at the race track to have over a decade of hand to hand training and carry at least 20 concealed weapons with him at all times. Pete was last seen with..." the news cast faded out when i turned off the radio.
everyone but Matt got back in the car which worried me but before i could say anything Makayla assured me that Matt was alright. She was obviously the only one thinking clearly, she told us to head to hotel tango, which was our word for safe house, a cabin out in the woods on land we were leasing together as the smiths,Jason, John, Jack, Joseph, and Jane. We had planned on something bad to happen, we all have shady past, but never this. we pulled the Dodge Neon into the paint booth to the side of the cabin, already knowing what we had to do soon, and went in for some sleep, it had been a long night and we needed rest to plan out next moves very carefully.
Once we were all inside Allan and Austin and Matt each had rooms to themselves, Makayla and i slept together. when we laid down i complained about how odd it was for Matt's room to be empty, he was the lady killer every other time we had ever came here he had a girl in each arm, but he wasn't here. Makayla assured me that we'd make it all better tomorrow, our family would be whole again. Before we went to sleep, she asked me, "Pete, are we gonna go to jail?" i don't know how to answer i was worried, so i just said, "i don't know baby, not if i get a choice" we were both more scared than we were showing. we went to sleep holding each other a little tighter that night than we ever had before, it was something i could get used too, i just wouldn't mind not being a fugitive next time. But never the less, i was exhausted, and i fell asleep.