42nd Country Road

Where'd You Go

I woke up in a new place. It was more normal to me now. I started to panic because I didn't see Mark. There were blackout curtains to my left and both of the guns I got were propped up on a chair. I was dressed in completely new clothes. My flannel and my dark colored jean shorts. I had new converse on too. I got off the made bed and started to search the house with the larger gun poised to shoot.

"Mark? Jack?" I called. I heard mumbling from another room

"Who do you work for?!" It was an unfamiliar voice.

"I don't work for anyone!" It was Mark I rushed to the door pressing my ear to it. He screamed in pain.

"Again, Who do you work?!" The man said again. I opened the door to see a man pointing a gun at Mark, who was tied to a dining room chair. Mark had blood all over him.

"Let him go," I said, pointing my gun at him.

"Oh, so your girl comes to save you," he said

"Ev, get out of here," Mark said, out of breathe.

"Shut Up!" The man yelled. I pulled the trigger but nothing happened. The man laughed at me, "It's funny because you thought you were going to save him," Another man came up yanking my arms behind my back. I tried to get away, but he was much too strong for me.

"What's your name?" I asked the man with the gun.

"My name? My name is Jake," he said now pressing his gun on my temple.

"Brady put her in my room...I'll take care of her," Jake said smirking. Brady started to yank me away. Mark started to scream my name, and I screamed his in return. The door closed in front of me.

"Let me go!" I screamed at Brady, struggling.

"Shut up!" He threw me into the room next to Mark's, there was a large bed. I heard Mark's screams through the walls. Jack's were on the other side. The door slammed and locked.

"Mark," I screamed, hitting the wall. I heard a gunshot, "No! No! Mark!" I started to cry. He couldn't be gone. This wasn't happening. Jack's screams were still filling the room. Jake walked into the room I was in. I ran up to him and punched him in the nose. He grabbed my hands and threw me on the bed kissing me. I tried to get away, but his grip on my wrists was too much. His lips went down to my neck.

"Get the hell off me!" I snapped, tears were running down my face.

"Listen..." Jake said, "Mark is alive,"

"No, you shot him," I cried, I heard a knock on the door. Jake went back up to my lips.

"Boss," It was Brady, "Do you want me to clear the body?"

"I'll do that, thanks," Jake said in between kisses. He threw my more onto the bed.

"Alright," Brady left the room. Jake let go.

"Get off," I said.

"Listen...I'm going to get you out of here. You are in the FR," He said

"What?" I said

"The FR stands for ForeRunners," He said

"I don't care where's Mark," I cried. He grabbed my arm and took me out of the room shoving into Mark's room. I fell to the floor. He closed the door. I saw Mark with his head limp against the back of the chair. I pulled myself off the ground and ran over to him. I pulled his head into my hands. I sat on his lap looking at his body.