{UNDER EDITING} Missing (Book #1)

4

Later That Day...
"They should be here by now," Unknown whispered as she jumped up and down around the unusually warm and echoey room.

Adam and Ryan arrived at the place with a duffle bag full of Monopoly Money. The place looked shady, there was a long, dark alleyway and a half-constructed parking building.

"Hello?" Ryan called and it echoed around the parking building. (I literally don't know what they're called I'm sorry.)

Unknown heard a sound. Jack slowly opened his eyes, hearing the distorted voice. Unknown looked back at him and Jack quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

"Look, over here," Adam whispered, failing to keep quiet, as his voice echoed around the room. There were stairs that had faded yellow paint. Ryan went first, trekking up the endless flight of stairs. Adam quietly followed.

Unknown heard footsteps. So does Jack. Jack barely opened his eyes to see his brothers holding a small duffel bag filled with something around the corner.

Unknown squealed as she caught sight of the other two.

"Jack for this," Adam commanded, holding up the duffel bag. Jack started to bounce around in his chair, struggling to catch their attention. Thankfully, this girl did not know how to tie knots and the knots became loose. Jack realized he could've escaped a long time ago. His hands were free and Jack was moving slowly to untie his legs, trying not to draw attention to himself anymore.

Ryan caught sight of Jack moving in the corner. "He's untying himself," Ryan barely whispered. "Keep her occupied." Adam quickly caught on and started asking about how she kidnapped Jack in the first place, why she has him, stuff like that. Adam learns her name was Daryl. By the time Jack was fully untied, Adam ran out of ideas.

"So now, give me the money," Daryl demanded. Daryl glanced back at where Jack was supposed to be, but he wasn't there. He was closer to her than expected. Dangerously close. Why? He had her own gun to her head. Daryl gives a silent scream of excitement and fear before Jack made his move.

"How about no," Jack smiled. He moves the gun down to point it at her foot. He pulled the trigger. The next second, she was writhing around on the floor. Blood spewing out of her foot.

"AYYYYEEE," Ryan screams and hugs Jack as tight as he could. Adam digs around in his pocket for a second for whatever reason. While Ryan and Jack were celebrating, Adam slowly moved behind Jack to place the duffel bag down. Then without warning, Adam's arm slides around Jack's neck, a gun to his back.

And this is when I question the person that's writing this book on why Adam, an innocent boi, HAS A GUN.

"TOO MANY GUNS ARE INVOLVED WTF IS HAPPENING??" Ryan screamed.

"Ryan!" Jack barely chokes out.

"You get all the attention. Now I will," Adam growled, and pulled the trigger. Jack is on the floor. Adam pronounced him as dead.

Ryan looked at Adam confused.

"Bro, are you okay? This really isn't like you..." Ryan says, slowly backing away. Adam doesn't think twice about shooting him. He was not himself.

Something hits him in the neck as he loses consciousness. The only two words he could make out were, "drugged" and "dead".