24. A Gun

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Annie's POV.

"You killed her!" Craig yells at me and grabs my neck.

I try to raise my gun but he hits it out of my hand and grabs it. He puts it to my forehead and growls.

"A life for a life." He says.

He pushes the gun into my head and and I stand up straight with an icy glare.

"No!" Shadow yells and pushes the gun away as Craig fires it.

Craig throws me to the floor and punches Shadow.

"You are running on thin ice." Craig growls.

"And so are you." Shadow grits out.

They bicker back and forth, and as they do I stand up and bolt out of the room. I run down the broken stairs and trip over a metal beam that was on the last step. I fall but put my hand out to soften my impact. However, I land wrong and my wrist pops. I grunt in pain and jump back to my feet, only to be shot in the leg and fall to the floor again.

"Give me a reason not to kill you!" A man yells.

I open and close my mouth trying to think of something.

"There really isn't one." I shrug.

His glare becomes deadly and I just wait for the next bullet.

"Don't shoot!" I hear Shadow yell from behind me.

"And why not!?" The man asks.

"Because we can use her as bait." He says.

"Just shoot me!" I yell.

The man lowers his gun and walks to me.

"We are going to stay at Brad's house." Craig says.

"Wait what?" The man asks quickly.

"Bring her."

I feel someone lift me up and I'm dropped on my knees.

"Just kill her." A sobbing woman says.

Shadow walks in front of me and squats down to my level. I can't see his eyes but I know they are looking into mine. I give him a plain look even though I want to rip out his throat!

"Sorry." He whispers so only I can hear.

He stands up grabs my face and punches it. I feel dizzy and fall to the ground. I can tell he has brass knuckles on. A moment later everything is dark.

***

I shift around and feel a sharp pain shoot through my head. I can't open my eyes but I can feel that I'm on a cold hard floor. I groan as I sit up and rub my head.

"Water?" I hear someone ask.

My eyes fly open and I jump back. A boy, about my age, with green eyes and shaved sides and a long patch of blond hair is standing behind cell bars.

I look around and see that I'm actually the one in a cell.

"My names C-Zack." He says nervously, "Do you need anything?"

"A gun."

"Ok, do you need anything I can actually give you?"

"A knife?"

"I mean do you need food?!"

"How about some poisoned food?"

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