The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 9

"You had me scared, Pick. We thought you'd been killed! It took us...what? Three weeks to find you?" Stick said, pushing another cigarette into his mouth. Ricardo, as usual, took it and stomped it on the ground.

"Three weeks?" I asked, "what are you talking about?" I got closer to Stick as he tossed his destroyed cigarette in the trash.

"We found out you were in the Tic-Tac hideout after three exact weeks. It took us three more weeks to make a plan to break in."

"You're saying I was in there for six weeks? Six?!" I stumbled backwards in awe.

He just nodded. 

Six weeks, just in that room? It felt like a few hours, just thinking about it, but six weeks? I spent six weeks, passed out on the floor, just...I don't know...just there? I was lucky I wasn't tortured more.

"Now we're going to be known as a Gang killer for others. The Cops are going to find out soon and we'll be wanted, thanks to you," Ricardo said, putting his head on the counter.

I shook. I'd be dead anyways. If this was all true, would that mean I would be on the run for the first time? It couldn't have been the first time for the others, maybe with the exception of Banshee, but I could be shot! I didn't want to die that way, at all. People like me are supposed to die from Police and such, but getting shot? It was so surreal. What would it feel like? I supposed just like a huge bruise cutting through me, or being sore, but I would collapse this time.

"What are you thinkin' about?" Banshee asked me. I was happy to hear his soothing voice. It felt like a cloud when he talked. I had to keep in mind that he'd killed many before, and that I hadn't.

"The Police, what else? I'm gonna die soon." 

"Don't think that way."

"But, I will! They'll raid us soon, and I'll get shot. You don't ever think bout' that?" I needed to sit down before I fainted, but I didn't. Maybe it was better for me to just face the facts, not hide away from them.

"I do, but if you think about it too much, you'll kill yourself from worry. It's not worth it, Pick. Your Parents were killed by Police, but the others survived, eh?" Banshee smiled. That was the longest sentence I'd ever heard from him, and it was amazing.

"If any of the team is going to raid us, it'll be Tomorrow, but we'll be prepared. Ricardo has had 28 years of experience, so don't underestimate him. I bet he has some guns ready."

Guns? Like...we'd have to kill people? I always hate when I act over dramatic. I am here and there, but this was a reason to be over dramatic. I'd certainly be killed tomorrow, then. If we had to fight, I'd die. I can't really fight with guns, cause I don't know how to even fire a bullet. Maddog on the other hand can duel wield two pistols at the same time and hit things point blank. All I could do was swing my fists and knock someone else out, and I was still learning that.