Scarpio: Abduction Going Down

8. Well, I'm screwed.

  Alrighty...so.   I'm extremely sorry for this long wait for this one chapter to finally make its way out. Totally my fault. Yup I had a writers block, and it was not pleasant. Full blown torture.

  Anyways......I found my way out and have gotten this story on the road again. ☺

    "Hey guys! I think I found something everyone get over here now." Scar ordered and just about everyone knew at that moment something was wrong.

     After a few of them actually went to Scar they noticed my position waiting for my order. Even Jerry was under my command..... Eager and curious eyes with a mixture of need to protect, all waiting by to see how this day was gonna play out and if or who we were going to lose.

      Staring ahead with my concealed gun pointed at the man behind the trees, I wondered if there is anyone else out there. If this was a trap. If the gang would die to fight for me. Maybe for Ashdin.

  In all this haste on finding him one question comes to find. This questioned contains results that either way could be dramatic. This question is followed by many others. This question could bring my mind to  insanity. Will Ashdin live to see his future, or would he die trying to protect mine?

  "Come out..and with your hands up...is that right? Hmm yes! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!!   NOW," I shouted as my voice ended with confidence. I knew that answer. I knew if I lost too many people close to me leave then eventually, and most obviously that I , Callie , would break.

  The figure attempted moving but something or someone tugged him back yanked back. With struggle a man around my age maybe 19 came walking out, in almighty sexy-ness. You might ask what was hit that mysteriously looked like a gun. Or what was is that tugged this sorry life form back.

"..."

"..."

"..a...bike?"

More silence.

  "Um, wow, okay so it is kinda hard to walk with my hands up. I really like this shirt...and I would like to keep it" he nervously smirked while limping towards us.

  This boi is a fine piece of specimen. I watched as he jerked his hip to the side somehow managing to make it look good, meanwhile trying to knock off the bike that as stuck to his....abdomen?...........

  Shaking my head vigorously I asked bluntly....bluntly cool,"Who are you?"

  "Well...." nervous smile," Peire. Chad Peire!" He piped.

  Jace  takes my gun which I completely forgot about which is now aimed at the floor, out of my hands and points it up to Chad Peire's face, and states," I don't like you................. what are you doing here? Where were you he-"

  Slightly annoyed I ask,"Again, Who are you?" Meanwhile I managed to glare at Jace for his sudden...seriousness? Protective-ness? That's a rare word in Jace's dictionary. I'll figure it out later.

  "Chad Pe-"he started.

  "Nevermind. Nick! Question him, Search him! We have more important things to deal with."

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AN

Yeah yeah it is short I'll do betterm next chapter I may add extra updates for my absence. So sorry about the wait