The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 35

I slammed open the door. On the other side I saw Naomi struggling with a person in a deep, black, hoodie, with a mask on. 

"What the fuck are you doing to her?!?" I screamed at the person. I pulled out my gun, bad mistake, the person pulled out his handgun, and instantly shot me in the leg. I fell hard to the ground. I looked over at Naomi, pleading for him to stop whatever he was doing.. Then I saw him put a cloth over her mouth. She quit struggling and was knocked out. The person came over to me, walking slowly, as my vision worsened. I started seeing double. I saw the person's boots first, then his long slender legs.

"This is what you get when you mistreat other beings," The person told me, then kicked me in the head. I was knocked out.
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(Naomi's perspective) 

I slowly arose. What.. Were.. Were am I? I looked around and I was on a rooftop. The last thing I remembered is struggling with some person behind a mask.. Then he..Or she.. Knocked me out. I remember Oliver struggling with the guy.. Shit! Oliver!

"Oliver! Oliver! Oliver!" I screamed as loud as a could. No answer, besides a few birds cawing. Oh shit.. He didn't abandon me did he? If he did it would destroy me. He had to be back at the bar.. He had to be. There is no way the guy could've kidnapped him, is there? I had to hurry back. I knew he was there. That asshole abandoned me and left me for dead. He was still mad at me over rejecting him.. Fuck..Fucking asshole. I had no time to think. I had to run back to our temporary base of operations, or whatever you want to call it. I looked over, and the sun started setting. Shit I had no time. I had to fucking run now or else. 

About an hour later...

I came stumbling into the bar. I slammed the door shut as loud as possible. The horse neighed at me, being shocked I was here for some reason.. 

"Oliver! Oliver!" I yelled, many times. No response, besides the occasional grunt from the horse. Shit.. Shit.. Shit.. They got him, whoever it was. Whatever the person's plan was with him, I knew it wouldn't be good. I could just imagine them torturing him for some reason.. Then I stopped.. The cannibals.. It had to be them. There was no arguing over it.. I couldn't see any other reasons for him to get kidnapped like that. What if my dad wasn't really dead? What if he somehow miraculously survived? No Naomi, no... Compose yourself. It had to be someone from that group out for revenge. Whoever it was, I knew this wasn't good. Fuck me! Damn it! We were doing so good the last few days.. What happened? This is just a train wreck of horrible things gone wrong recently. First Elias dies, then my dad, Jeffrey (well I didn't care about him, honestly but it was shocking), then Oliver gets kidnapped. 

"WHY ME GOD?!? PUT ME OUT OF MY FUCKING MISERY! IF YOU EXIST GOD, FUCKING PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could, then slammed my fist on the bar's counter. I started tearing up. Oliver.. My Oliver.. I didn't realize he meant more to me than I even realized. I wish I could tell him now. But I can't. I'm so stupid.. Why did I mistreat him. I was lying to myself. Of course I fucking loved him. Now hes gone.. I regret everything. I wish I told him sooner.. I wish I realized this sooner. 

I didn't know what I would do. I had to rescue him. The worst part of it is.. I didn't know where they took him. It could be anywhere. At this point, I don't think they left the city or this vicinity yet. Oliver would still be alive.. Look at how long they kept Elias alive. 

But then I realized something. Why would they take him, and spare me? Not even take me with him? Why was that? I didn't know for sure.. But then I got a feeling that this wasn't the cannibals we were dealing with. It was an entire different organization, much bigger at that. 
I didn't know what it was, but I will come and save you, Oliver. 

Stay safe.