Kidnapper's Lover

Chapter Eleven Let the Fun Begin

     Everyone stood in silence, gazing at not only myself but now the dead guard laying in the corner of the room. Some guards went to leave the room while others pulled their gun out at me. I cocked my gun again, pointing it at a women's head who stood in the audience. The guards slowly stopped trying to leave and gently started to lower their guns.

"Listen up, I will not hesitate to shoot," although I knew I was lying. "Drop your guns! Drop them now!" I yelled louder. They put their guns down, raising their hands in the air. I dropped the lady and walked over to Vincent. I could see a smile appear on his face as he winked at me. I turned around and walked towards the guard whose name I could read was "Collin." I grabbed his gun and then proceeded to walk over to the other guards who tried to escape. "Over here, now!" pointing to where Collin was.

They slowly walked over, still with their hands above their head. I put my gun on Collin's head. He looked up, shocked and frightened. "Unlock him," pointing at Vincent with my other hand. Still with the gun on his head, he walked over and unlocked the chains from his feet and hands. He then proceeded to take the sponge off of Vincent's head, dropping it back into the bucket of water. Vincent stood up rubbing his wrist, gazing at me. "Good, now turn around. Face the crowd." With that being said I took the gun and slammed it against his head, dropping him unconscious.

I looked over at Vincent, "I can trust you, right?" I asked. He nodded his head as I handed him the other gun. I signaled him to lower down so I could whisper something in is ear. "Don't shoot at the crowd, we are only here to put fear in them, not to actually kill. Kind of like you did to me when we first met, okay?" I asked. He sighed and nodded once more. We started to make our way to the backdoor that I had entered in as everyone still stood quietly.

At that moment I guess Vincent had other plans and decided to start some chaos. He took the gun, firing a couple rounds at the ceiling. I'm pretty sure the sound of the gun going off scared the audience more than the fact a gun was present. I turned around, yelling at Vincent, "What the hell do you think you are doing! I said not to fire the damn gun!" I grabbed his wrist, dragging him to my car outside.

"What's your plan now sweetheart?" he asked with a smile on his face.

I looked at him with great frustration, I was not for the cute nicknames right now. I unlocked the car and we both got in. Starting the car, I slammed my foot down on the gas and made my way out of there. I knew that police would be right behind us soon enough.

I don't think I've been more nervous in my life. My hands were miraculously shaking, my eyes ran from side to side to be aware of my surrounding, and I had drips of sweat rolling down who knows where.

Vincent seemed like he wasn't stressed or scared at all. He had his feet up on the dashboard and his chair leaned back with his hands behind his head, letting the cool breeze run through his hair. I gazed over at him in surprise. "Vincent, what are you doing?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"Enjoying freedom once more, enjoying where I am right now. You never know when one moment could be your last," He said smiling.

"Well I'm glad you are enjoying your time but we are going to have police on our trail soon and I don't know where to go!" I yelled.

I guess this frustrated him a little because he fixed his chair, putting his feet back down on the ground. He looked behind his seat and noticed a cop car start to be not too far behind us. "Oh! We have company!" he said with excitement. He stuck half of his body out of the window and started to shoot his gun at the police car. He was able to shoot a wheel, making the car slow down a bit. At first we were both a little relived but it wasn't too long after that until we saw two more cop cars come up behind that one.