Running With The Gang Leader

Twenty

Zamon slammed on the brake as soon as we arrived. He was nearly at the door by the time I even got out of the car. I was halfway up the driveway when my phone pinged in my hand. I frantically checked the screen, and stopped as a text from Holland lit up the notification bar. I glanced up and saw Zamon through the glass doors, talking to Keenan. I opened the text.

Holland: Stop. Turn around and walk down the street.

I stopped reading and looked around, my heart pounding. My phone went off again.

Do it, or she gets hurt.

I looked at the clubhouse once more, before doing as the text instructed. My legs stung as I tried walking faster.
I kept looking around, searching for any movement. After a few suspenseful minutes, I made it to the T-section in the road. I looked both ways, waiting for the swish of black fabric. After approximately 13 seconds, my phone sounded with another text.

Right.

I followed the direction for 20 minutes, until I reached the centre of town. In the exact centre of Fairview sat a small, square block of land covered by grass. A tall statue of the founding father stood in the middle, illuminated by old fashioned street lights, which were scattered around the pathways that dissected the block into four triangles. Each pathway pointed to a main street that lead to a different part of town. The industrial area, and the upper, middle and lower class suburbs. I excited the from the middle class, and nearly groaned at the fact that the only street lights on in the square, were the ones that lit up the path pointing at the street I exited from, and the ones right next to the statue.

From my distance, I could clearly make out Holland's body, chained to the statue. She kept glancing around into the darkness that surrounded her, clearly confused. I picked up my pace to nearly a sprint.

"Holland!" her head whipped to my direction. She had a rag around her mouth, making her unable to speak, but as I ran towards her she began to thrash around, shaking her head. Her eyes widened as I neared her as she began to pull against the chains. I slowed down as I reached the connecting path. She kept glancing at the space in front of me, causing me to stop and look down. After a minute of searching, I found it.

My breath rushed out of me as the thin transparent wire caught the light, causing it to glint. I looked up at Holland, my mouth open. It was a trap. As I began to step over the line, the remaining lights flashed on. I spun around, my heart speeding up as members of The Shadow's surrounded me. There had to be atleast 100 of them.

The closest one to me stepped forward. I resisted the urge to step back, mindful of the wire. I raised my head defiantly, as the cloaked figure pressed up against me. From the build, I figured it was a man.

He raised his hand and wrapped it around my throat, squeezing lightly. It was a threatening gesture, a warning. He began to apply pressure, then slowly pushed me backwards. My heart stopped in fear. I gripped the fabric of his cloak, trying my hardest not to step back. My breath hitched as I tilted back against the force of his hand. He suddenly yanked me up right, tilting his head to the left.

"Tell Zamon that we're coming for him" The voice was manly, but not very deep. His words caused my breath to pause. I dug my fingers deeper into the cloak, hoping that I hurt him, but he just chuckled. His head tilted to Holland, as if looking at her. His hooded head stayed in her direction for nearly 30 seconds, before turning back to me.

He looked down, drawing my attention to the gesture. I watched him bring his foot up and kick it out, slowly putting it on top of the wire.

"No!"

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Zamon's POV

Keenan met me once I entered the clubhouse. He was borderline hysterical and frantic, not that I blamed him. JJ and Ryan were at the computers, clearly trying to track Holland's phone. As I stared at Keenan, I began to feel horrible. Holland was the most innocent one in our group, she had no part in the gang.

I turned to ask Rebecca if she was okay. She'd rushed out of the tree house as soon as she got the news. I watched her slip down the hill at one point, causing me to help her the rest of the way, not that I was complaining.

I frowned at the empty space behind me. She wasn't there.

"Where's Rebecca?" I asked aloud to the group. Keenan's head shot up.

"I didn't see her come in." I froze. We all stared at each other for a second before racing out the doors.

She wasn't at the front, or anywhere else. I began calling her name, then tried her phone, but she didn't answer. We turned to JJ as an alarm sounded from inside. He retreated back to the computer before shouting to us.

"I got Holland's location! And Becky's too." I bolted back inside the clubhouse with the rest of the group behind me. He turned at the sound of us entering.

"They're at Town Square."

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Rebecca's POV

I woke up in a daze as someone began shakimg my body. I frowned up at Holland and Tilly.

"What happened?" The bleach blond's sickly sweet voice answered.

"I was walking back to the clubhouse when I saw you lying here, so I came to see if you were okay, then I saw Holland." I stood up slowly and hugged Holland.

"Well thanks." Tilly smiled then looked behind me.

"Rebecca!" "Holland!" We both turned to find Zamon and Keenan sprinting at us, with the others not far behind.

Zamon slowed as he saw Tilly. He frowned and reached out like he wanted to hug me, but after glancing at his ex fiancee, opted to rub my arms instead.

"What happened?"