Chapter 7: Public Nuisance

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CHAPTER 7: Public Nuisance


JESS'S P.O.V
We were casually strolling down the town street. no one really took notice of us. I looked at Jason who had his head down holding his hoodie. I followed him inside of a store that sold guns, bullets and other weapons. I saw a sign on the window, saying that you must have a 'special ID' to get a gun. "Welcome to guns'and-" Jason took his hoodie off. "J-J-JASON MCCANN!" The cashier fell back into the shelves, causing the guns on the wall behind him to fall on the ground. "Calm down, calm down." I'm here for some new guns and a whole bag full of bullets... and throw in a few grenades."
"J-J-JUST TAKE WHAT YOU WANT!" Jason gave the cashier a 'you're really stupid' look. "Relax man, we're not here to hurt." Johnson walked up to the front of the counter. "3 guns." The cashier grabbed 3 hand guns and set them on the counter. "TAKE THEM!"
"And the grenades...?" Jason gave the cashier an evil look. "RIGHT AWAY!" I saw the cashier go and grab a bag. I watched him as he put in a bunch of grenades. "H-HERE"
"Good."

Jason and Johnson each grabbed a gun and put them in their jackets. Jason grabbed the bullets and Johnson grabbed the grenades. Jason looked at me. "Grab your gun."
"WHAT?! IM NOT CARRYING A GUN!" Jason rolled his eyes and picked the gun up, pushing it towards me. "Never said you have to use it. Just carry it." I sighed and hid it in my jeans. Jason looked back at the cashier with an evil look. "You tell ANYONE we were here, you and your little store will go down in flames." The cashier gulped, stepping back and nodding in agreement.

Jason put his hoodie back on and walked outside. Me and Johnson followed him, until he stopped beside a car. "Step back..." Me and Johnson stepped off a bit, as I watched Jason load his gun and pointing it at the cars lock. I covered my ears as a big bang went off from the gun. Jason opened the door and got in, unlocking all the doors. "Get in!" Johnson ran to the other side of the car, getting into the drivers side and throwing the grenades in the back seat. I quickly got into the back seat, sitting next to the bag. "Um... is having grenades in a bag safe...?"
"They're only unsafe if you pull their pin!" I felt the car drive off, causing me to fall back into the seat. "Where are we going?!" Jason looked back at me. "Funeral garden."

JASON'S P.O.V
I was amazed that no police chased after us, or even found us. After a 15 minute drive, we came to the funeral garden. Johnson parked the car, as I quickly got out and looked for my brothers grave stone. "Found you..." I said to myself, kneeling down so I was facing his stone. 'Alex McCann. 1988-2012." I rested my hand ontop of his stone. "I miss you bro..." I looked down and let out a sigh. "You've been with me ever since I was a little baby... you risked your life for mine..." I looked over at Johnson and Jess who were both leaning up against the car. Jess smiled and waved at me. I smiled back at her. "I um... I kinda like this girl... who I kidnapped. I'm not sure how to tell her... and I don't understand why she hasn't run away from me yet" I felt tears forming in my eyes.

"I just wish you were still here. I miss you so much..." I wiped my eyes. "I love you..." I closed my eyes, having time to remember all the good times me and Alex had together. I let tears roll down my cheeks. I kissed my index and middle fingers, then put them onto the stone, as if I was giving him a kiss. I smiled and walked back over to Jess and Johnson. Jess hugged me straight away. I smiled. "Thanks Jess..." Jess gave a smile stepping back. Out of the distance, I heard there was a funeral going on. I walked over quietly, getting a closer look. I gasped. "HIM!"
"Who?!" Jess appeared beside me. I let out an evil smile, walking back the the car grabbing a grenade. I came back and ducked down in some bushes. "Jason, what are you doing with that..."
"Target locked..." I looked at the guy, about to pull the pin. He was one of the cops involved in killing my brother. "YOU'RE GONNA BLOW UP A FUNERAL?!?"
"SHHHH!" I got in a little bit closer, as I put the pin up to my teeth, ready to pull it.

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