Bad Company

Chapter 47: Sentenced

Before Charlie could be aware that Billy was behind him, Billy pulled the trigger on his pistol, shooting Charlie in the back near his shoulder blade. Charlie growled out in agony, surprisingly not blacking out and collapsing like he had the first time Billy shot him. Charlie spun around and fired his gun repeatedly, Billy doing the exact same thing in Charlie's direction. One of Charlie's bullets managed to graze Billy on the side of his arm near the elbow, causing him to scream out in agony, dropping the gun in his right hand. Charlie continued to fire the second pistol - the first one being empty from when Charlie had fired bullets at the two other men while trying to get across a room. It may have just been a graze but it was enough to make Billy drop the gun he had just been holding.

Before Charlie could do anything else, the man who had yelled, 'You know, you're gonna die in here' walked out from behind Charlie, firing one shot - missing - and hitting something heavy that knocked over random gas can before firing again and successfully grazing him in the side of the neck. Charlie shamelessly screamed out, spinning around and firing his gun, shooting the man right between the eyes with the second last bullet. Once the man's body fell to the floor, Charlie spun around on one heel to see that Billy had grabbed his gun and was slowly getting back up. He was halfway up when Charlie fired his last shot, hitting Billy in the stomach, just below his rib cage. Charlie's gun clicked out from being out of bullets while Billy groaned/cried in pain as he fell backwards.

Charlie howeled out in pain as he pressed my left hand down on his neck trying to apply pressure to the bloody wound. Blood trickled in between Charlie's long slender fingers all the way down his hand. Charlie swallowed a hard, painful lump as he staggered over to the church pew. Charlie gasped for air as he allowed himself to plop down dully on the bench, watching as Billy crawled over to his gun and slowly stood up. Billy held his hand over the bloody wound on his stomach as he fired his gun at Charlie.

Charlie jumped in his seat as a bullet shot through the back of the wooden bench, right beside him. Charlie dropped the gun in his free hand on the ground as Billy fired another shot, this time hitting the wall way behind Charlie, still causing Charlie to jump a little. Billy gritted his teeth as his gun clicked out as well. He staggered over to the bench Charlie was sitting on. He plopped down beside him, grunting as he continued to apply pressure on to his bullet wound in his stomach. Still applying pressure to the wound on his neck, Charlie stared straight ahead at the half broken statue of the cross with Jesus on it that was just barely hung up on the wall.

There they sat, side by side in complete silence besides the odd moaning and groaning coming from the two of them. Two childhood friends - best friends at that - separated by gangs and gang territory. They had become what they thought they'd never be - their fathers. Unlike Billy, Charlie made something of himself by using his B-street gang as a ladder to get to success... While Billy... well, Billy became Bones.

Billy swallowed his spit and cleared his throat before exhaling slowly in pain, he lifted his head up and winced before turning to look over at Charlie. Charlie didn't even look like he had the night Billy and his boys stormed in and shot Charlie. Charlie's infamous slicked back blonde hair was now buzzed into a crew cut and a visible scar across the side of his skull stuck out like a sore thumb. Charlie was dressed in a black leather jacket with a black hoodie underneath and a pair of dark washed jeans and white shoes.

Billy scrunched his nose as he fought his vision that was already starting to blur before licking his lips and speaking, "Look at you..."

Charlie blinked dully at the sound of Billy's voice.

Billy cleared his throat, his voice deep and husky, "You look like one of us."

Charlie shifted his eyes to the side, enough to look at Billy as a sick twisted smirk spread across Billy's face, a smug look of satisfaction, "Look what I made you."