The Bryne Runaways (Updated)

Chapter 52

My eyes flutter open to stare up at the damaged cracked ceiling. The wood is very moldy and dry, soon it will finally fall. The entire place and all its glory will fall. I rub my sleepy eyes awake until I hear the ear full noises downstairs. The sound is like glass shattering onto the cold hard floor. I realize I'm not alone so I move swiftly away from the stairs where I lay. I hear the loud mad laughter coming from two people who are dressed in worn out dirty clothes with the foul stench that invades the air. The two unrecognized presences move forward beside each other destroying anything that stands from this corrupted city. I take hold of my pack, throwing it over and I hide behind a shelf of books filled with dust and my drowsy eyes catch every glimpse of the two disturbances causing chaos in the same place as I hide in. They were more deadlier than I, also they had lethal weapons in their damaged hands than I do and they are more capable of killing me.

"Look at that" The guy cocks his weapon at Uncle Ben's pack that sits alone. Where is he? Where did he go? I questioned. They start digging through his pack and by looking closely a book falls from the shelf I am behind of and they turn around making me duck down to the floor quicker than ever. I stay put like this the entire time with my heart rapid and the whole building grew completely quiet.

Silence

I look back up from the floor and the guys were no longer going through Uncle Ben's stuff. Where did they go? They are somewhere around the building. My eyes go everywhere and I no longer see them. They aren't seen in my eyes. I pull my knife out and I stand up from the filthy floor. I look around feeling eyes on me even terrified of my own shadow. I guess they scrammed... But boy was I wrong, I hear a shotgun barrel and my head looks to the side where the outsider fires his gun causing me duck and he obliterates a shelf full of books. He shoots several more times but every shot came with crazy evil laughter that sticks to my mind. My feet are stretched as they go downstairs and I can hear the man say 'where you goin' kid.'

"We got ourselves a kid!" The savage man yells wasting his bullets. I almost fall back when I see the other outsider with a huge wicked grin on his nasty face in front of me.

I run away from the outsider as he is on my feet chasing me. I drop rock-heavy shelves onto the floor to draw them away but it didn't stop them. I exit the back door quickly, kicking the door behind me and it crushes the outsider's fingers.

"You little shit" His mighty voice raises in pain causing the birds to fly away. I continue moving into the bright vacant outside world feeling the bleeding sun on my face. I hop over a cement crack filled with grimy water and I hear the outsider kick the door insanely. I push down the garbage bins causing much of a mess.

I look over at the fence and at the corner. It is bended so I crawl through the fence with behind me the outsider who grabs my ankle. He hauls me back to him but my foot connects to his nose where I hear a loud snap. He tries grabbing me again but I'm already on the other side of the fence. I run down the alley way until I see the other outsider on the other end, he is running my way. I enter the building beside me which I have no clue what is it but I need an escape route away from them. I see a broom leaning against a column so I put it through the handles of the door.
 
First thing that pops up in my head when I enter is where am I and where did Uncle Ben go? I then begin to think bad thoughts of what I think happened to him, I instantly deny them all.

I don't believe in them.

It's not true.
 
I hear the door behind me and I quickly get moving away from the door where they try breaking in. I look around where I am and I'm in an abandoned restaurant. There's no type of windows here that can expose light, so it is pitch black in here. I bump into tables causing a lot of noise then I hide when I hear the broom on the door finally snap in two only entering one of the outsiders. He enters the kitchen looking around holding his shotgun very closely. My eyes search for an exit but I can't quite find it due to the darkness around.
 
I walk on my toes across silently until the outsider finally spots me grinning evilly, enjoying this game. I hear the gun blast and I move as he knocks down anything in his way.
 
I push a table toward him and he shoots through it. I run around the building trying to get away and when he pulls me, my knife inserts his shoulder. I receive a smack on the face knocking me down to the floor. I felt dizzy after that hit and I thought yet again I am gonna die but this time it actually felt like it. All the other ones had no big effect like this one does.
 
I get thrown around to a picture frame destroying it completely. I feel myself crying. I'm crying in pain. The pain in what everyone feels. I feel weak. I couldn't feel my body. Everything hurts. Inside and out. I groan from the top of my dry throat. I cry louder and I get kicked in the stomach. I look to the side and I see my knife. I need to reach for it or else I'm gonna die here. I look at the guy and he smiles down at me. I finally feel the knife in my hand and once the outsider reaches for me, I insert my knife in his leg and kick him back where he falls. I get up quickly and make a run for a door but the other outsider has entered. I am pulled in his arms instead of being able to escape.
 
I then went through the worst situation ever to be in. The guy holding me laughs and I can feel his dirty self on me. The other guy gets up and walks over to hitting me again and I fall onto the floor.
 
I look up to see both of them talking until they decide on something. I see one of them bite his lip and I crawl away from them. I get pulled back up and I then realize what they were gonna do now with me....

..... They are gonna rape me like they do to all their younger victims.
 
"This is gonna be good" The guy grins holding me tightly. The other guy comes over and forcefully takes off my coat. I did everything to get away. I fought back and I kick everywhere trying to escape the outsiders clutch on me. I plead but that didn't stop them. I yell but no one hears me either. Sadly not even Uncle Ben. My ears hear what they are gonna do to me and sadly it isn't clean. I knew if I let this happened I would be a victim of rape like all the other innocent boys and girls used as sex toys then afterwards dead.
 
"No please stop!" I plead to them and I get pinned on a table forcefully with one of them holding me down and the other one touching me from my legs up to my thigh causing me to freak and shake. I feel my long sleeve shirt come off and onto the floor like some of my other things I own. I hear a belt shingle around and pants unzip from the outsider behind me. Beyond this point I did everything to fight back but a hit goes to me from them that gets me dizzy to not be able to see things clearly.
 
I fall on the floor but feeling no pain on me at all. Just seeing what has occurred now. Through my blurring eyes I manage to see the crazy man that was behind me clutching his area that gushes out that warm red substance then Uncle Ben's axe sticks through his shoulder dislocating his entire shoulder right from the bone that bobs out his skin socket. Blood is everywhere. River of blood. The axe enters the chest of the other outsider and Uncle Ben falls on top him and went all out. He's mad. He's beyond past mad. He's crazed. Words cannot describe what he did.
 
"You will never fucking touch him like that again" He yells at the outsider who is surprisingly still alive until Uncle Ben's axe dug deeper in him and right after his axe went in between his eyes and he kept on sticking his axe through the guy's body constantly. Mad as ever. Uncle Ben literally had gone completely crazy at this point not stopping.
 
I went to him still numb from the hits I got. I see him chopping up those bodies that were already dead. He needs stop. This is enough.

"Uncle Ben" I whimper.

"Uncle Ben please stop" I try stopping his actions and he pushes me away from him that makes my heart feel worse like it's been dropped and stomped on. He kept on going.
 
"They're dead!" I say.
 
"Please stop" And he finally does, dropping his axe that is filled with blood of the enemy. He gets up and he looks like an exact murder in those horror movies. He had blood on his face and on his clothing. I stand here with stained cheeks and puffy eyes completely shirtless showing my skin and without shoes. He looks at me and I stand frozen in shock trembling like being naked in the snow.
 
He wipes his nose with his bloody hand then comes over to me grabbing my shirt putting all my clothing on me. I felt bad. Everything seemed bad. I told Uncle Ben off yesterday and here he is saving me from getting raped.
 
"I'm sorry" I say.
 
He didn't respond.
 
"Uncle Ben"
 
Nothing. It makes me feel utterly terrible.
 
He didn't want to talk to me. I have no right to be mad at Uncle Ben. In matter of fact he should be the one mad at me. I never meant to say those things yesterday. I regret them.
 
I can feel myself wanting to cry but I didn't hold it in. I just let it go. I let it all go. He isn't holding me or comforting me so all this felt cold and terrifying. I look down at my socks sniffling and tearing up. My head connects to his chest then everything hits me all at once. An avalanche of problems. I finally feel Uncle Ben's latch around me and we stayed most of our time like this. This is the only thing that kept me safe and no longer scared.
 
I'm so traumatized from this tragedy that I had fallen asleep in Uncle Ben's arms the entire night. This is the side effects of being a survivor. You get thrown into things like this. I'm lucky enough but someone else wouldn't have been if they got through this.

I was lucky....

I was very lucky......