Wanted (Book Two in Misfit Life Series)

Gunshots of My Life

SORRY FOR THE UNACTIVE STUFF!! and this crappy short ending-BuB

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About a week I guess had passed, and we had reached New York. Wow short time, we have our ways.

We made our way to the nearest safe spot. "Hey you kids. STOP!" this old grumpy man said. I panicked and kicked him in the guts. He fell over which followed a cry of pain. Everyone stood still  and stared at me. "I panicked okay!" I said running in the opposite direction. Cops were everywhere. No way we could out run them. Somehow the cops managed to surround us. The head chief took out his megaphone. "You kids have two oppitons, one die here, or two get taken to the judges in Maine." My eyes sparkled, knowing this was our big chance. I put my knife back in my boot and got down on the ground. I nodded at Daisy, who was confused for a second. "I wish to go to Maine."  We were cuffed and thrown in seperate cop cars.

What seemed like forever, we finally pulled up to this huge building. Cops dragged us out, they took us in different directions.

"HEY!" I screamed. "WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME, WHERE ARE THEY GOING!"

The cop just ignored me, and dragged me on. I didn't take time to realise where I was. 

 "The Brother Comp." The huge sign said. We were taken to the very top floor of the building. Room 505, to be exact. The cop let go of me and pushed inside, and uncuffed me. My brothers laughed. 

"Look who's a little weakling now." Jason spoke up

"Don't be so silly" Heath said

"Where are they!" I yelled even louder.

Heath picked me up, strangling me by my neck. "Don't you raise your tone with me missy!" he said. By that time I was struggling just to breath. His hand was chokeing me to death. Heath locked eyes with me and dropped me to the ground.

"Your just a wimp anyways, so why not work with me?" Heath said.

I laid on the ground trying to catch up with my breath.

"Never!" I let out with what I had little breath.

"Just give up and bow to me, your new leader" Heath said smirking.

"Fine" I said getting on my knees. Heath walked closer, and closer. I jumped up and upper cut him in the face.

"Your the fool, you seriously thought I would bow to you my dear sweet brother!" I ran at him and kicked him in the stomach. I tooked out my knife and pointed it at his neck.

"Don't make me brother!" I sighed.

I never wanted it this to come to this. I loved my brother don't get me wrong, just he was going over board with power. I loved him to death, but in this case. Death was the only option I had left. He  

"I- Im sorry Heath" Goes in for the kill.

"You wouldn't!" Heath said holding me back.

"You didn't spare my friend's team now did you!" I sighed trying not to think about it.

Thinking about those horrible memories, made me want to cry. My life had always been like this. I made it like this. This whole thing, my fault.

 "See what you made me brother!" I yelled. " You made a monster! Are you proud! Look at your self. Your a mess to!"

Some worker came in with a gun. Aiming right at me. He was shaking, probably scared of me. I didn't have time to play games with him, so I grabbed another dagger and threw it at the worker. Perfect shot, the worker screamed and fell over dropping his gun.   Heath was staring shocked at the cold body, that I had just murderously killed. My mind was wondering towards the gun. Was it full of ammo? Should I go get it? What's going to happen next if I do? Questions like that filled my brain's hunger. I smirked, an idea had just arrived in my head.

"Your next!" I whispered, as I slowly injected the knife into his

His response was screaming in pain.

"Sure!" Heath said, trying not to scream from the pain he was experiencing. "Thats never going to happen."

"You sure." I said slowly walking to go pick up the gun.

Yes, the gun was full. Not a single bullet had been used. My lucky day. Heath was staring at me, speechless. Probably wondering what I was about to do. My family was ruined, and if I did't put an end to this soon it would be worse. As I pointed the gun at Heath, I thought of all those good memories we could of had. How this couldn't of happen. All of this seemed to be going in slow motion. Even if I didn't show it I was going to miss Heath. After I was done thinking, I pulled the trigger. What I should of heard Heath scream, I heard silence. Looking up to what was now another cold victim of mine. One down, two to go. If you don't know the five rules of Brothers. Here they are:

1. No Disrespecting the Brothers

2. No kids are allowed freedom, unless given to by Brothers.

3. Kill anyone who stands in the way.

4. Find me.

5. If one king dies or steps down, the next oldest brother takes it place.

Now that Heath was dead, I propted him up against the wall. Blood was everywhere, all over me. I used the blood from Heath, and created war paint on my face. I silently walked to the door that lead out of the room I decided would take a look around for my crew. Maybe there is a chance they are still alive.  My hands drenched in blood, would soon stain my skin. Mind set on revenge. Fists starved for blood. I was all prepared. Slowly opening the door, I stepped out. Looking around the corner, I saw nothing. All was quiet. To quiet. My eyes were peeled open. My skin almost jumped when I saw   Horse jump from the second floor onto the couch. I saw what she was running from, cops. I took out my gun, and shot them. Horse must of been scared, she ran. She didn't even notice me. If horse escaped then there is hope for the others. Chasing after Horse, wasn't the bad part. Worse of all is that I ran into more cops trying to catch up to her. 

 "You there stop!" Cops yelled after me. 

I looked around. All of a sudden out of no where, cops fall down. All bleeding blood. Cold bodies laid down on the floor. For once, I had felt the worse feeling of my life, fear. Fear I would be next. Whoever this killer was. I swore I could of been a victim. Closing my eyes, I listened to the sounds of gunshots.

1..Gunshot..2..Gunshot..3..Gunshot..

"Why are your eyes closed?" A familar voice asked.

Recounting all of the voices I had encountered, it was Bleu! My eyes bolted open. Tears were forming. I was so glad to see she was still alive. So caught up in them moment I didn't even noticed the now cold bodies. Hearts had stopped, Bleu was covered from head to toe in blood that didn't belong to her. Her face, smudged with dark crimson colored blood. Waterworks were already pouring now. Bleu embraced me in a hug. This mess I had gotten them into. All my fault.

"Bleu I am so sorry." My voice cracking.

"Bub, it isn't your fault. If anyone's it's your brothers." She replyed.

I nodded, my voice was gone. Scared away by the tears I had shed. 

"Well, well, well. Look at the cry baby now." A mysterious voice said came from the left.

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CLIFF HANGER HAHAHAHA, well stay tune next chapter going to get uploaded soon!!.-monster