No Clue

Made of Glass

  He stared down the street from his car, watching the police taking the Irwin-Hemmings family's statements. He had to get them away, or else everything they've worked towards would be gone. Everything would be gone, and they'd be locked up. Michael would never make it in prison, he'd be killed in a minute. So it was up to G to save him. He pulled out his gun and cocked it, putting the car in drive he made a u-turn so he was facing away from the cul de sac and police cars, before sticking his hand out the window and firing three shots into the air. He suddenly sped away, noticing some of the police jumping into their cars.

He heard sirens and saw flashing lights following him as he pulled onto the highway, driving as fast as his car would let him. He weaved around the other cars, glancing behind himself to see the police far behind him. All of the other cars pulled to the side of the road quickly as the black SUV sped past them, going over 100 mph. The police cars were having a hard time keeping up with the man. They never got closer than a full car's length away. There was a road stop set up ahead, and he watched as a frw cadets quickly threw out spikes. He smirked and quickly changed to four wheel drive, intentionally driving off of the road and into the median. He drove onto the other lane and sped away, passing the cross traffic. The police tried passing over, but they were quickly losing him. He pulled into the next town, his pursuers miles behind now. He stuck his car in neutral and opened the door, jumping out and rolling onto a patch of grass as it continued going at least 80 mph. He watched carefully as it headed straight for a gas pump. A few people screamed and ran quickly from the station right as the car smashed into the pump, making them both explode.

G noticed the police pulling off of the highway, stopping and running over to the now flaming SUV.

"Dear God, don't let the kid be in there," Detective Sangster said softly, walking over as close as he could manage as the fire department arrived. G stood, hidden among the crowd, watching to see what would happen. They quickly put out the tall flames and began searching through the wreckage for bodies.

"Clear!" Someone yelled.

"And the driver?" The detective asked.

"Thomas... he's gone." He groaned, running a hand through his hair and swearing under his breath. He looked into the crowd of people and locked eyes with a familiar face.

"Gerald," he whispered. G turned and ran off, grabbing his gun out of his pants. "Gillum!" Thomas shouted, chasing him as everyone dropped to the ground, seeing his pistol. G turned around, firing at the detective on his heels. He began sprinting down an alleyway before suddenly he felt a ripping pain in his leg. He fell to the ground and his gun was kicked out of his hand.

"Don't you fucking move," Thomas said, training the gun on the man's skull. "Where's the kid, Gillum."

"What kid?" He smirked, holding the gunshot wound on his leg.

"Where's Luke Hemmings?" Sangster shouted.

"Oh. You mean my little guinea pig?" He gave out a bitter laugh. "He's dead."

"He's with Michael, isn't he?"

"What kind of influence do you think I am... I didn't drag my baby brother into this."

"Where is he then?"

"I don't fucking know. I haven't seen him in a year. I just send him money..."

"Still taking care of him then?" G slowly reached down to his boot.

"More than you know..." he grabbed another pistol, but before he could even aim, two shots rang out. The gun fell from his hand and he fell flat on the ground, breathing labored as blood escaped his chest quickly. Thomas kneeled down and held pressure on the wound over his heart.

"If you know where he is, please tell me. I can help him." G scoffed, spitting blood to the side.

"You can't help him. Not by tossing his ass in jail. You'd kill him." G coughed up a large amount of blood, his eyes beginning to close.

"Where is Luke Hemmings? Just tell me where the boy is."

"He'll be dead by the end of the week..." he whispered.

"Hey, no no. Stay with me. Please. Just let me return him to his family. Let me return you to yours..." it was too late. He was dead. He stared up at the sky with a blank expression, his eyes glassing over. "Fuck!" Thomas yelled, standing up as the paramedics ran over. He stopped one of them and sighed. "I want all of his personal effects. I need to find that boy, and he's the only lead I have. He's the only way I'll get to the other one..." he just nodded and ran off. If Thomas didn't find the boy by the end of the week, he had no doubt he'd be dead.