Chasing Fate

Chapter 16: Family

[Joey's POV]

The gun was placed at my forehead. He counted down. 10..9..8..7..6. I was tearing up, but I had a small smile on my face. 5..4..3... I started going hysterical. I started to laugh out loud.

Craig: 2.. What's wrong with you? Why are you laughing?

Joey: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Craig: I watched a video of yours once, and I have to say, you are a psychopath.

I stopped suddenly then gave him a big stare. I bulged my eyes, then I managed a big smile. The cut on my head was still bleeding, and soon covered most of my face. Craig looked at me. He didn't know what to say, he started to scream at me and tear up.

Craig: Stop! Stop! You, you creep!

He ran out of the warehouse. He closed the door, leaving me in total darkness except for the small lightbulb above me.

Joey: How.. Di... Whu?

I was confused at how I even scared him away. All I knew, was that he would be back. In the meantime I tried to get loose from the chair.

Joey: Ah gr. *Grandfather Voice* I might be old, but I can break through this whore!

I struggled but got nowhere. I stopped and started thinking about what I would do when I escaped. Shane, Luke, Sam.. All dead. Then... Sawyer.

Joey: Sawyer.

Tears streamed down my face. What had Craig done to him? I tried to think about how he had attacked Sawyer.

Joey: *Southern Voice* c'mon Joey What did Craig dooo!?

Then it hit me.

Joey: THE GUN! HE SHOT SAWYER!

I thought about Sawyer getting shot, then I blacked out.

---------------Later---------------------

I woke up. My head was still hurting badly.

Joey: I need to get out of here..

I was getting frustrated. I finally tried a superman jump. I got a foot of the ground! I kept doing it and a foot of the chair broke off. Next to me was a table.

Joey: Craig, your not very smart.

On the table lay an AK-47, a pistol, and a pocket knife.

Joey: I need to get to that knife.

I pushed as hard as I could towards it. I missed and smashed face first on the ground.

Joey: Shit-zu!

I crawled until I got right under it.

Joey: This, might not be my smartest idea.

I took a deep breath and kicked the table. I was hoping the knife would fall, but instead the AK did. It hit the floor with a bang and started going off.

Joey: Fuck! Shit-zu! Ahhhh!

The gun's trigger must have gotten jammed. It was spewing bullets all over in a circle form. It was starting to move towards me.

Joey: Aw Hell Naw'!

I picked up leg up and kicked the shit out of the gun. It went flying into the wall and broke the front. It stopped completely.

Joey: oh, my gosh that was close.

I kicked the table once again and got lucky, the knife came down.

I crawled towards it and grabbed the bottom.

Joey: This better freaking work.

I turned my fist around and started cutting. It was working! Finally I got my hands free. I move onto the strap on my chest.

Joey: Yes I'm finally loose!

I stood up.

Joey: Ouch. I really need to stretch.

I ran out of the front door but stopped myself. I peeked. I noticed Craig speaking to some people.

Joey: Damn it. Now what?

I started to look around for another exit.

Joey: The Back door!

I ran to it. I grabbed the knob. Then I turned around. I ran to the table and grabbed the pistol. I opened it up.

Joey: 6 Shots. Nice.

I ran to the door and got out.

[Author's POV]

Craig walked into the warehouse hoping to find Joey still strapped, but that wasn't the case.

Craig: No! Wait please he was here I promise!

???: Well then. I guess you failed to avenge your brothers.

Craig: Well, I did get most of them! It's just, this sneaky creep..

???: No, son. You failed me and your brothers. I'm sorry but..

Craig: No! Dad please, I swear..

Two men walked in. Vlad, we need to go.

Vlad: In a second, I need to finish something.

The men left leaving Vlad and Craig. Vlad pulled out a pistol.

Craig: Dad, I'm your last son!

Vlad: To be honest, I never liked you. You were the weakest, the stupidest, and the most sensitive. I would rather have none then you.

He pointed the gun at Craig.

Vlad: You've disappointed your family.

Then he pulled the trigger.

[Joey's POV]

I was still running when I heated a gunshot. I hid behind a tree and looked, but I didn't notice anyone. I don't know where to go, but I kept running, then I thought..

Joey: I might as well stop at the pier.