Barry Berkman

Part 3

    I jumped as he shot again. And again and again until he was out of ammunition. Then he used the other gun. I felt the bullets whizzing right past my legs, hair, ears, arms, and then he let out a loud grunt. He stormed over to me and grabbed my chin. My heart was racing. I knew he was out of ammo but he still had great aim. He didn't want to kill me, just frighten me enough to do something. He was angry and I felt his chest pressing against mine.

He finally dropped my chin after staring into my soul for what felt like an eternity. He threw my phone against the ground and stomped on it. Oh well. I have three more in the car. I thought to myself. He stormed back to Goran, laying by his dresser and found a shirt. He quickly slipped it on, along with some pants and socks. He shoved the mattress off the bed and grabbed another gun. Before we left he turned back to Goran and grabbed my gun. He thought twice about what he was going to do, and chucked it out the window. He faced me again and shrugged.

My eyes went wide as I realized this guy was pretty good. I nervously checked my watch. 12:53 AM, it read. I sighed, defeatedly, as I realized I wasn't going to make it to Fuches'. He walked back over to me and grabbed my arm. He stared at me for a second, smirked, and dragged me out the door.

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    I felt the car stop and he took the blind fold off of me. My eyes adjusted to the bright lights surrounding the house. Fuches' house.

"Holy.. What are we doing here?" I desperately looked to him for an answer and he chuckled to himself.

He grabbed the guns and told me to get out. I stepped out of the passenger's side as he made his way around the car. He pushed me off the sidewalk and we made our way to the door. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I looked down at my watch again. 1:17 AM. Hank must've left after he realized I wasn't coming, because there weren't any cars around. The man rang the doorbell. We stood outside awkwardly, one of his guns poking out of his pocket towards me.

"If you try anything," the man said. "Anything! You are dead. Understand?"

"Uh, yeah." I stuttered. He tried the doorbell again, no luck. I decided to ask him something.

"What's your name?" I murmured.

"Barry. Barry Berkman." He said, staring at the door. I nodded and looked down at my feet. Finally the door opened and I looked up.

"Holy shit, what the hell are you two doing here?" Fuches asked.