Last One Standing

Chapter 11

Louis's POV

"Hello to you too," I say trying to lighten the mood.

"Well aren't you a funny man?" The man holding the gun says. Judging by the man's lack of an accent, I figure he is American.

"I'm going to tell you how this is going to work," the man says eyeing me. "You give us your stuff and we leave. Or you don't and I shoot, then we take your stuff."

"You're not going to shoot me," I say.

"Why, may I ask, not?"

"You need me."

"Why would we need a helpless little loner like you?"

"If I'm right you're from America, which means you probably have a family there. Also, judging by that brand of knife on your belt your family isn't exactly poor. Which means they'll be holed up somewhere so they aren't roamers yet," I conclude with a prideful look on my face.

"Matt, we can't risk it. Not after Sar..." The girl starts but is cut off by a glare from 'Matt'.

"Candy, I told you not to talk about her!" Matt said angrily to 'Candy'.

"Sorry to intrude but there is still a rifle pressing in to my skull," I say waving.

"If I remove this gun then you listen to me. We clear?" Matt says.

"Yes." The rifle moves away from my skull. I get up and look at the others.

"Garret." One of the men says to me. He has red curls surrounding his sea blue eyes. The girl, Candy, I believe. Her blonde hair fell only to her shoulders but her eyes! Oh her eyes looked as if the Lord himself had poured shimmering water in to them. Her eyes looked like the ocean in Miami. Her skin reflected a beach life with a hint of surfing.

Matt had pale skin with dark brown hair. His hair had waves and volume to spare. He has a large scar across his hand and a pained look in his eyes.

"Well, Funny Man. Let's go."

Bridgette's POV

"Bridgette!" The scream came all to quickly yet not quick enough. I launch myself bolt upright.

"Listen you have got to calm down. We will find him. I promise," Zayn says.

I look down at my phone. On the screen is Louis and I together at the Grammys last year. My gown was so pretty. I miss him so much. I can't say Evan is doing much better. She hasn't spoken since Louis left a week ago. She's only eaten twice this week. She doesn't smile or laugh or show any emotion at all. Except for grief and agony. Nothing but muffled screams come from her bed at night. She doesn't even talk to Toni. I just hope Lou is back soon.

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