The Basenji

Prologue

My brother shoved me drastically into the dirty mobile home with a violent flourish.

"What did you do?" I asked disgruntled as loud cheering rang outside the trailer.

He didn't reply, bolting the front door with a plank. He started purging through each and every cabinet in the small spaced kitchen. I asked him again, this time, louder from the increasing closeness of the scraping tires outside.

"Ian, what did you do?"

Ian took out the chrome lighter from kitchen's knife cabinet and proceeded to knock every food item in the open refrigerator on the dusty floor. He pulled out a tall dark bottle of hard liquor from the cold encasing, stroking the smooth label.  Ian tied off his black bandana from his mouth and stuffed half of the dirty rag inside the bottle. I then proceeded to back away from his devious plan. I knew what a molotov cocktail looked like.

"Ian, stop! You're already in enough trouble!" I bellowed at him.

Followed by my pleads came an ear-deafening screech of tires outside. A boy with a devilish voice shouted.

"I-i-i-an... come out, come out, wherever you are!" Rang through the trailer with a tingy sizzle.

 Ian stared through the window's slit intensely. I could see his eyes flickered by chaos, and the natural man's indecisions built up in his pupils made me shiver. With a final sniff of the musty air, he stomped off towards the door, snatching the cocktail and carefully slipping it into his jacket's internal pocket. I started to spastically decline his silent doings, but he calmly walked to the door and said with a tobacco wrought lung, 

"When this is all over, go into the woods. Find the cabin."

And he opened the door, shutting me inside the metal cage.

I looked through the window's curtain slit, now directly locking eyes with bright high beams. I could see three maroon pickup trucks, containing darkened figures, camouflaged by the night. A boy was seen in the trunk of the middle pickup, holding a sawed-off shotgun. Ian was surrounded by them, casually walking up to the behemoth trucks.

"Ian! How's it going, man?" Said the boy in the trunk sarcastically.

Ian raised his hands up.

"Alright, alright, you got me, Felix." He said as he stared at Felix.

"You tried to kill Sin'ah. I never thought it would be so easy to find you." Felix responded.

I could faintly make out the bottle of liquor, pressing lightly against his leather jacket. I unsheathed the curtains, now lighting the entire room with high beams. I tried to unhinge the window door, but it had tetanus brimmed rust locking it shut. I slammed the window, hard and with the palm of my fist. Ian couldn't hear me, the engines of the pickups were muffling my cries of warning.

Felix nodded.

"Yeah... yeah, that's right... I got you." 

Felix cocked his shotgun.

"The New Apostles will be so proud, you traitor!" 

Ian took his arm deep into his jacket, and I started banging the window more erratically.

Ian took out the molotov cocktail and lit it's black rag quickly, too quickly for Felix. He chucked the cocktail underneath the left pickup, it's fire spread like a swarm of locusts, moving outward through the desert sand. Felix shot Ian with a deafening blast of gunpowder, right through the middle of his chest. I squelched at the sight of the dark blood growing on his white t-shirt.

After the gunshot, the pickup with the lit fire underneath its engine combusted into a large bonfire-like explosion. I saw two figures caught aflame, one being the teen who shot Ian. All of the figures fled away from the incredible Brobdingnagian of a disaster. I unleashed a heavy and dirty scream of agony when they all wandered away, snickering, and not even glancing at Ian, sprawled across the desert floor. I was paralyzed with fear as a cold feeling enveloped my soul. I was locked in. He brought the keys with him. All I could do was view him from the window. All I could do was wait until his short breaths ceased, and for somebody to free me from the mobile home.

My brother... He's gone. I thought as I curled up next to the fridge.

Only God knows what he did to The New Apostles Cult to deserve his fate...