Trapped Inside Myself SEQUEL

Running for your life

"If you don't have a gun then you better start running."
A black man with a beanie said in passing while we speed walked toward wherever Pablo was bringing me, by this point I was more curious then nervous, we were in a large cement building in the middle of town, he had one duffle and I carried the other, I new by this point they were  full of drugs, I just needed to know where they were going, I assumed we were headed to a drop off point but I didn't think this would be it.

A few people like the black man who passed a second ago were around and I new they were all part of this underground Cali connection.

"Pablo what did that man mean?" I asked running a few steps to catch up to the fast pace Pablo was racing at.

"Non of your business, now keep your pretty little mouth shut and your eyes and ears open, if you hear anything u repot it to me from now on, cause this is how it's going to work." He replied annoyedly, he was so tense like he was waiting for something to happen.

"I don't work for you." I argued.

In an instant I was thrown against the cement wall on my butt with a knife against my throat, I was mortified Pablo would do this, it was different hearing about friends turning on each other, then actually being in reality, but I could see mercy in his eyes, he didn't want to do this at least, but he had to.

"You want a bet?" He asked, then a wad of cash was thrown into my hands , but the could metal was still inches away from my throat, I gulped and gave him a look of submission.

"Good, we've got places to be both so shut up and keep up." He huffed getting up and pulling me with him, ouch my back would certainly be bruised.

I kept up this time and decided to listen, but I observed everything like the faint tick of a watch coming from somewhere close by, I looked around to see Pablo wasn't wearing a watch though, I noticed the walls were all cement and there was a sound of water dripping near by as we passed a staircase, I suspected this place was built and abandoned a long time ago since it had nearly no upkeep and there was graffiti on the walls.
Yeah
I wondered what Calvin and Patrick were at tonight, they said something about the three of us going to the movies but I declined, now I wished so hadn't.

We continued walking until we came to an elevator, Pablo pressed the open button on the rusty panel board, the door slid to the side, but I was confused when there was nothin but the cords to work an elevator attached on the back of the long hallway the went up and down endlessly, there was now room that you would use to work between floors, it was missing it's cart, I looked confusedly as I watched Pablo throw his duffle down there, I didn't even hear it land, then he turned to me and grabbed the duffle I had slung over my shoulder, I willingly gave it up, realizing the ticking sound decreased as the beg dropped feet below me I. The dark endless hallway, "Come on." Pablo's said as he grabbed my arm, leading me out to the left finding a metal door with an exit sign above it, I didn't know why we were running, all I new was that I was being pulled somewhere quickly and being left behind did t seem like an option.

"Go go go!" I heard Pablo yelling at me, my feet were moving on there own luckily because when I got in the car I was breathless and trying to recall the last five minutes, like a bullet grow we were off agin, Pablo had a heavy foot on the gas and black smoke was the only thing left where we had been parked, as we squealed out onto open road.

I didn't care  Pablo had threatened me earlier at this moment, I had to many questions swirling around in my mind.

"What the hell did we just do?" I asked yelling slightly.

"We just planted my insurance." He replied with a stone cold expression, I felt my heart sink, at the word planted, these only two things a person plants, flowers and bombs...

And just like that, a flash of bright light exploded behind us in my pariferal vision, if just unknowingly caused death to at least one good person."

It wasn't like the times I'd had to shoot someone or slit there throat, I'd gotten my hands dirty with someone else's blood before but it was always like in the movies where I was fighting for my life or my friends, I considered that self defence, but this was unintentional murder.

"Pablo what did you make me do?" I asked with wide eyes and foggy vision.

"There's no going back now." Pablo replied grimly, I was horrified with myself .

"I didn't want to have to do that!" I yelled at him in utter shock.

" Shane, everything you want in life is a figment, now don't play good girl on me."

I had to turn the other cheek but I was listening still to what he had to say, what the hell fid he know if my wants are only a figment?!

"I'm not playing anything!" I hissed back, I was shocked,"you made me an assassin!"

"Alright Shane, in not gonna lie, that put was a heavy weight on my shoulders, but you don't have to act like your all innocent, I don't care if you have been diagnosed with PTSD, or ur therapists thought you were crazy, you NEED to get your head back in the game, or else we may not have a lot of time." Pablo said to me as we kept driving, he was right, it didn't matter anymore, a persons wrong reactions can be a matter of life and death, I needed to go back to the cold hearted Shane that made me who I am, or was.

"No one should have access to those files, Pablo what's the deal, can you tell me know?" I asked annoyed, I was only diagnosed with PTSD when so was in MMH, that leads me back to one person." Are you in contact with her?" I asked him suddenly, his chest sneezed up and he tenses a little more, so I new he at least new who she was.