The Law

Three.

- Joshua Williams -

I stand there with a blank expression on my face as the lights turn on, and the shadow I saw, was known as Colt Miller. "Williams. What the fuck are you doing?" How did he know my name?- Oh wait, yeah he's from the west side...

"Colt! Please-" Colt interrupts the girl as he starts to yell. "WHAT?! BY THE LOOKS OF IT YOUR FUCKING EVERY EAST SIDER YOU CAN GET YOUR DAMN HANDS-ON!" Colt slams his fist against the wall, pulling out an M9 Baretta with a pink camo on it.

"Oh come on, Colt. It's pink." I chuckle and look at the gun. Very scary- I stand there, look out of the corner of my eye, and see an exit sign that leads to the main stage entrance. If I was gonna go out of there, especially without a hat, every west sider in this hole would come and jump me. 

Ah, why not?- I make a run for it, as shots ring out from my ears, just missing me within an inch. "Fuck!" I yell out, sprinting towards the nearest exit. "You fucking psychotic pink camo-loving asshole!" I yell out as I pass the main stage and run out of the club.

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I run out past some cars as sirens ring out I shake my head, noticing none of the cars were coming for me- Oh fuck. But, Colt Miller is still on me. 

I sprint down an alley, then through another. Some more bullets ring out from the gun. "Holy shit! Put the gun on safety you lazy shooting-" I get cut off by a car that almost hits me. 

I shake my head, then continue to sprint. Once I get to a spot where Colt Miller isn't having a trigger finger, I lean against a wall and take a breath. 

But that doesn't really last long, because Colt sprints down the street after me. I continue to sprint until going into some apartment complex and running through a house, Mexican- or Italian music whatever the fuck it was, was loud and a bit annoying.

"We're in America, turn that shit off!" I yell running through the house, then I hear some gibberish from the guy that was in there. I jump down from the short balcony, Colt Miller a little ways behind me.

I turn and slam into an empty room as I hide out in there, hearing footsteps outside. Quickly drawing my pistol from my pants as I think he's entering, but running footsteps could be heard, with him running away, trying to chase after me. 

I hear squeals from the bathroom, as I start to walk towards it, once I enter I see a kid- probably 7 or 8, sitting against the wall with his knees against his chest. I quickly holster my gun back in my pants as I kneel down next to him.

"Hey, buddy- Where're your parents?" I say, lightly touching his knee, he looks up with a squeal escaping from his mouth. "Th-They died- Shot- Next door." The kid says while crying a bit. I stand up straight and shake my head.

"I'm Joshua Williams, most of my mates call me J or Williams. What's your name?" I ask as I wander out of the room as the boy slightly follows behind. "Henry-" I nod as I grab my phone and see missed calls and texts from Erik. 

Something about Lucas. I text him back and sigh. "Alright- Come on- I have some stuff to do, I'll drop you off at my house and have my brother watch you," I say as I exit the room. Shaking my head remembering I forgot my pocket blade and hat at the club. 

And well shit- I didn't have the girl's number. 

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