Left Behind (18+)

Chapter Six: Life for a life

I couldn't see anything around me, all I could tell was that me and Cat are in a moving vehicle but we don't know where the hell its going. They covered our heads with masks and my hands restrained with cuffs...are they cops? That question ran through my head multiple times.
I tried to ask politely where we are headed but a very deep voice yelled "none of your damn business" I almost shit myself when he yelled.

The car tires screeched and the vehicle had stopped, and that means that we reached our location. Im fucking terrified and i really dont want to die.
"Bring him out of the vehicle Mike and send him to Mr.Price". A soft voice said. What the hell was going on?! I can't see anything with this fucking black sack over my head. I walked for about 9 minutes, and I wonder how the hell it takes 9 minutes for me to walk In one direction just to reach some end. They stopped me and kicked me against the back of my knee. "What the fuck is going on?! Where am I!?" I screamed above my lungs. Finally some tall white bald man with a black leather jacket had taken off the mask but when I took a look to see where I am, I only saw people gathered around me and I was on my knees in the middle of this circle of people. The man unlocked the cuffs and set my hands free but he said "good luck". I felt chills up my spine when he said that, it ment something bad is going to go down. A voice called out in the distance "aye its Martin". It couldn't be!
"What the fuck Frankie?! What is going on here puto!". He bitched slapped me and I fell to the ground. Once again I am embarrasses around others.

Who you callin a puto homes?!

"You Frankie!"

You got balls man, I like that but around here we have rules and you stepped into our fucking home and sleep on our beds, so you get the fucking nerve to insult me in my fucking kingdom?! I ought to kill you motherfucker.

"Shit, Frankie what the fuck!"

That pretty girl you got homes will make a nice meal.

"Don't you fucking touch her!"
"Wait..did you just say meal?"

Oh yeah, we're the fucking predators now and you people are delicious.

"Dont...even try to lay a finger on her".

I wont, if you beat my men.

"We don't have time for this".

YES WE FUCKING DO! DONT YOU DECIDE SHIT!

He kicks me across the face with his combat boots and hell did they hurt.
I can't even get up now.

Now you show me that you want to live!
Show me you got what it takes to survive man, show me you want to live.

I get up and get ready for whatever the fucks coming at me.
A young man about 5'8 comes out of the crowd, he has dragon tattoos coming off his arm. I wish I had those but doesn't matter now.

I get up and stand straight. He comes and strikes at me with his right hand curving in the air so I wouldnt know how to stop it. His punch sends me flying back onto the hard ground.

I quickly roll backwards and picked my self up. He was screaming while he ran towards me and I had to act quick. He was on the ground confused, I was confused myself but I looked down and saw my hand closed into a fist covered in tiny bits of blood...then I knew I had gotten my taste of a little glory.
He got back up and I desperately needed to figure out how to knock him out.
I searched my pockets for anything I can use. I only found a iPhone and this has my favorite pictures of me and my friends from Puerto Rico. "Fuck it!"
I striked him and I watched his jaw move to the right completely, and I jumped on top of him, I screamed "Cat!" and slammed my iPhone across his face multiple times. I think his eyes were about to reached the back of his head so I stopped and declared this a win.
Frankie came out and shoved his boot on top of his face splitting his eyes further apart.
His head pieces splattered across the floor...there was blood all over my shirt and the floor.

You don't win until someone is dead.

"You didn't have to fucking kill him!"

Why do you care!? You don't know him!

I stood up waiting for Frankie to come at me but he only walked away through the circle crowd.
Then suddenly I was hit across my head with something hard and hollow next thing you know I was face down on the ground in pain and dizzy, it was too hard to fix my sight but once again I was hit again then I was knocked out.

I woke to find myself tied up to a seat in a dark and grey room, the walls had blood stains. Frankie stood in front of just staring deep into my eyes and i stared deep into his searching for a soul.
At this point I really didnt care whether i live or die anymore, I lost everything to this damn world. I heard screaming behind Frankie and i leaned over to my side to see what it was and unexpectedly it was Cat screaming and kicking the men while they dragged her up stairs. Cat stabbed a man in the neck and strikes the man at his testacles but the same guy i seen who dragged me out of the van just smacked her unconscious. I quickly filled with anger and fell backwards releasing me from my rope restraints, I hop my myself up and jumped high with my fist cutting through the air hitting Frankie. He drops to the ground and I walk out pissed and hyperventilating. One of the men lying dead bleeding through his neck had a gun on on his belt. I took it and walked up the stairs, as i walked up i felt this guns burning iron, its heavy weight. My hands didnt shake my mind didn't think i only wanted Cat back.
I walked into the room, that one guy who laid hands on Cat watches me lift the gun towards his head.....*plow*
A loud noise came from the gun and the recoil was strong and the shot of the bullet was strangely strong enough to move my shoulder painfully. A abundant amount of blood left his head in a way i wouldnt imagine ever doing. Dropped to the ground like dead weight, he is gone and so was my rage. I rushed to Cat and i hugged her roughly and I felt hurt knowing i put her through this but how the hell will she survive around me. I had to finish decided later right now i worry about Cat.

I whispered in her ear "i'll never let go" she responded with a smile and her beautiful eyes almost watered.
Our luck was changing, in the corner of the room she was in had bag full of weapons and equipment also there was a key to the van which slapped a brighten smile across my face. Luckily Frankie was knocked out and everyone else was still watching fights go on in another direction of this building. We walked down this hallway for about 9 minutes and finally the van was in our sight but Suddenly i was tipping over and my lip was ultimately swollen. I look over and see Frankie furious with his fist raised and ready to kill me. He jumps on top of me with both his knees hitting the ground beside both my sides, I tried pushing him off but his continued rapid punches were setting me into a point where i may give up and die to his furious punches but he stopped for an unknown reason. I was certain he was gonna kill me this way but once again behind him was Cat except she was holding the gun i picked off the dead body, she is pointing it at him. The gun is shaking in her hand and Frankie knows she wont shoot him so he slowly walks up to her. My andrenaline kicks in but it only gave me enough strength to yell and intimidate Frankie and stop him. "Dont you fucking touch her! I'll take us both to motherfucking hell puto if you lay a finger on her!" Then a shot fired...Frankie was on the hard,cold ground panting frantically. Cat helped me up and we just ignored Frankie while he grew closer to his death.

I loaded the bag of weapons and equipment in the back, sat in the driver seat feeling the car's vibration throughout my body. Cat immediately passed out beside me in the passenger seat and it was very adorable.
I drove off leaving this horrid place, i drove across a long bridge towards the suburbs and away from the building we were in. I look at the rear view mirror and notice that this was a prison not some regular facility. Im just glad to be out of that situation and near these beautiful houses but sadly as we drove by i could tell that it was all abandoned.

I just hope we can find my father for more answers...