Aaron's P.O.V:
I opened the door and immediatly pointed the gun at Charles.
He was already holding a gun of his own, and so was Anthony.
"Drop the gun", I ordered.
"I think you should drop the gun", Charles smirked.
"Not a chance in hell. There's no way you're getting inside. Either drop the gun or I'll force you to", I growled.
"Alright then, we'll just shoot poor Tom over here", Charles smirked.
Anthony grinned and walked out of sight. He soon returned with a struggling Tom.
Tom's wrists were tied behind his back and he had duct tape on his lips.
His left eye was bruised and swollen.
I swallowed and lowered my gun, but didn't let go.
"I wont let you in", I said.
"Then Tom will die", he grinned smugly.
He grabbed Tom and put his gun up to his head.
Tom's eyes widened.
"Stop!", I ordered.
"Then move", Charles said.
I sighed and swallowed a lump in my throat.
"Alright", I surrendered.
I would have to think of a Plan B. No one has ever died under my watch and I wasn't about to let this psycho change that.
"Drop the gun and kick it over. Then move out of the way", Charles instructed firmly.
I dropped the gun on the floor and roughly kicked it towards him.
I reluctantly moved out of the doorway and Charles grinned.
He shoved Tom towards me and I was quick to catch him carefully.
"Thank you for cooperating, kiddo", Charles smirked as Anthony walked inside.
Charles turned his back and I quickly pulled out another gun.
Before I could pull the trigger, Charles turned around and shot his own gun.
I pulled Tom behind me and winced as I felt the bullet tear through the flesh on my shoulder.
"Bitch", Charles growled and slammed the door behind him.
I turned to Tom and carefully peeled the tape off his hands and used my knife to cut off the rope.
"Where are the guys?", he asked.
"They're inside. I'm going in to help them. Take my van and call Michael. Tell him I need backup", I ordered.
"Okay...please don't let anything happen to them", Tom begged.
"I wont. Now go", I said, handing him the keys to the van.
He nodded and limped towards the van.
I ran around the back of the house and stopped at the back door.
I quickly punched in the pin and as soon as the door opened, I clutched the gun securely and quietly crept up the stairs.
As I neared the room, I noticed it was quiet- too quiet.
The door to Vic's room was slightly opened.
I took in a deep breath quietly and kicked the door open.
Inside, Anthony and Charles were pointing guns at the guy's heads.
"Ah ah ah", Charles tsked.
"Drop the gun", he ordered with a smirk.
"Like hell I will", I growled.
"Then I'll just blow Mikes head off", he shrugged, pressing the barrel of the gun against Mikes head harder.
The guys looked like they were going to pee their pants any second now.
"Fine", I carefully dropped my gun and kicked it over to him again.
"Good girl", he smirked, picking up the gun.
"Now. Either you die or he does", Charles said, smugly.
I noticed his finger twitch on the trigger.
Mikes eyes widened and he closed them tightly in fear.
He really thought I was going to let him die?
"I thought you two were obsessed with them", I cocked my head.
"Yes, but Mike here is kind of an ass. We'd miss him less", Anthony smirked.
"So, what will it be kiddo?", Charles asked.
I looked over at the guys and Vic's eyes were glistening.
Did they seriously think I'd let them die?
"Let them go", I said through gritted teeth.
"I'll take it you chose yourself to die", he smirked and pointed the gun towards me.
I didn't flinch or anything, instead, I glared at him.
"Don't!", Vic said, as Charles got ready to shoot.
"Maybe you shouldn't talk. We wouldn't want to have to kill you", he said.
"You won't be killing anyone", I growled.
Charles stepped closer to me.
"You're right. I can do worse", he rose the gun to hit me with it.
I moved out of the way and swung at him.
He dodged my blow and shot the gun at me.
I swiftly moved out of the way and out or the corner noticed Anthony lunging at Vic.
I changed directions and pushed Anthony away from Vic. He pointed his gun at me and before I could react, I felt a sharp pinch on the left side of my neck.
I winced and looked behind me to find Charles smirking at me, holding an empty syringe.
Shit, was the last thing I thought before I was out cold.
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Nothing But Trouble
Fanfiction"Stay away from her. She's trouble". _______________ Aaron Mills isn't the most likeable person on this year's Warped Tour. In fact, rumors have spread that she is in a gang, and some say that she has killed people. So why would a girl like this be...
