New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 59- Lets Go

This is going to be intense guys and possibly contains lots of gore. Prepare yourself. Take a deep breath. And.....

Ok.

Let's go.

You never knew how loud Vans really are until you are trying not to get caught by something you don't even know is there.

Or better, someone.

Alexander was quiet as a mouse, Addie stayed quite a bit behind us just in case, and I stayed in the front. I was tense. I was,sorta, ready for anything that came my way.

How did you get in this situation Charlotte? About this time two years ago you were dreaming of being in New York. Now look at you. About to walk in on a possible threat to your life and your friends' lives.

"Woah. That's deep." I whispered.

"What?" I shook my head, continuing to tiptoe through an abandoned parking lot.

Great. An abandoned parking lot! I tightened my grip on the pocket knife in my hand and continued to walk. There was a small shed in the middle of the parking lot. My stomach churned.

A lot can happen in three days.

As we got closer, I could hear noises. Like heavy breathing and weird groaning. I cringed.

We turned the corner to see a large double door with a piece of paper on it.

Meet me inside.

I felt the need to make a reference but I held my tongue.

The hand that wasn't holding my knife pushed the door. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see what was in here.

Alexanders gasp said it all.

"Oh..my...God."

I refused to open my eyes. Addie's footsteps and her horrified gasp kept them from opening. The putrid stench of blood flooded my senses. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run.

"Well. Look who finally showed up."

The dark figure who was speaking looked at a watch that was nonexistent.

"You're two minutes late. You're lucky I'm in a good mood."

Coughing and scratchy voices calling my name forced my eyes open.

The room was dark, but it was light enough to see five figures, their arms bound to a single on the wall they were sitting against. Their bodies were bruised and battered. Blood stained the floor.

"They however aren't as lucky."

"Ch...Charlotte.."

Oh God.

I recognized this horrid voice. She came into the light. This time she didn't have her henchmen. Just the hideous smirk on her face.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alexander sneakily begin recording. Smart man. We would need this later.

Just in case.

I gripped my knife and stalked towards her.

"You little-"

Two strong arms picked me up and held me above the floor. I fought them, though they seemed vaguely familiar.

"Charlotte calm down. Please. I don't want you to get too worked up."

I ripped away from Alexanders arms and lunged at her.

Our faces were inches away. My knife had made a little cut in my hand so it was a tad but bloody.

"You...are...psychotic..."

This can't be happening. Nobody would really do this.

Oops i forgot I live in New York now.

She smirked and backed up.

I hobbled over to the people. Anthony's beautiful blue eyes were now filled with despair and horror.

I cut the ropes with my knife and motioned for Alexander and Addie to help them and call the police.

"What do you want from us Grace?!"

I was coming at her now. Alexander called at me to stop before I did something stupid.

She did something stupid.

I put the knife to her throat.

"I...wanted you to...suffer...like I did."

She coughed and choked as I pushed the knife closer to her.

"You thought you could get Anthony back by kidnapping his friends and almost killing them?!"

I could see blood under my knife, but I kept going.

"Charlotte..."

I sighed heavily and took the knife away from her neck.

"Charlotte...!"

I turned to Alexander, who was in the midst of helping Angel to her feet.

"What? I let her go!"

His eyes went wide.

"CHARLOTTE!"

A loud boom echoed in the shed.

So this is it?

Is this what it feels like to die?

I didn't feel anything in my stomach or heart.

I felt a burning sensation in my leg. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth.
I just fell.

Another shot rang out. Grace fell to the floor next to me. Her lifeless eyes staring into mine. Blood poured from her left temple. It ran down from her head into my hair.

Time seemed to stop.

Nobody was yelling anymore.

Nobody was crying.

Just...

Silence.