THE RUN AND GO : JOSHLER

16 : ALIVE

GUESS WHO'S BACK
BACK AGAIN

As soon as the bullet left the muzzle of Dallon's gun, Alex took his chance.

He shoved his arm back, elbowing Dallon right in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, clutching his abdomen. Alex swiftly slipped from his grasp and grabbed the gun out from his hand.

"Not bad, huh?" Alex smirked, raising his arm and aiming his weapon directly at the man in front of him.

Dallon's eyes widened, and he took a fearful step back.

Alex glanced over his shoulder at Josh, who was slightly swaying back and forth. His hazel eyes looked glazed over.

"Shit," Alex muttered, his eyes darting back to Dallon. He slowly walked backward and draped Josh's arm over his shoulder, propping him up so he wouldn't collapse.

Alex's knees buckled as Josh leaned his weight against him, but he managed to stand his ground.

"You alright, Kid?" He whispered, expression softening as he looked at Josh.

"Y-Yeah," Josh stuttered, nodding and squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm...f-fine."

"Aww, how sweet," Brendon interrupted, causing both Alex and Josh to look up at him. "Watch out, Renegade, he belongs to Mad Gear."

"Go fuck yourself," Alex snapped, scowling at Brendon. "You seem to be forgetting who has the gun here."

"Careful," Brendon said, his voice silky like a song. "Don't wanna anger the Sinners now, do you?"

Alex set his jaw and looked around him. About a hundred Sinner guards were standing, armed and ready, a good distance away. Even more Sinners began filing in. Some stayed on the outskirts of the warehouse, others fearlessly stepped right up behind Brendon.

Soon, the room was filled with the whole gang. Thousands upon thousands of Sinners, almost shoulder to shoulder, like the pit of a Clique concert.

It was two against a million. One armed, one wounded, against an entire gang.

Next to Alex, Josh groaned and stumbled to the side. Alex almost fell over himself trying to support Josh to a standing position.

"Come on, Missile Kid, don't die on me yet," he muttered, looking around the room again.

This time, there was one person in particular that stood out in the sea of Sinners. He was standing directly behind Dallon, the dash of red in his hair glowing in the crowd.

Jack-fucking-Barakat.

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"Where's Josh?"

"Wh-Who?"

"Missile Kid. Where's Missile Kid?"

"S-Sir-"

"Shut the fuck up. Where's Missile Kid?"

Mr. Benzedrine sighed and looked at Youngblood, who was busy doing his job. He frantically rushed back and forth, inspecting Mr. Benzedrine, cleaning and bandaging his wounds.