Stolen

Chapter 10

Trey broke into a run, his feet thudding on the dark concrete as he ran away from Mia's unmoving body. He couldnt think- a single thought, a single word kept rushing through his head; Mia. Help Mia. He swerved into an alleyway as a wave of sadness washed over him. He stopped and leant against the grimy wall, wiping his tears off his cheeks. Then he sat down and bent over, trying to catch his breath. He noticed, at the end of the alleyway, there was a wall. A dead end. Intrigued, Trey got up and walked over to it. It was tall, built of red bricks, and had graffiti sprayed across it. Silently, he put his foot on top of a grabage can, and launched himself upwards, towards the top of the wall. His chest hit against the top edge of the wall, but he didnt have a grip and began falling off the wall. Straining, Trey reached his hand over the top of the wall, found a protruding brick, and heaved himself onto the top of the wall.

The view was amazing. There were woods, meadows, valleys and streams, all undiscovered, behind the walls of the ciity. Trey imagined dropping over the wall and onto the other side, and escaping into the forest. It was uninhabited, because everyone prefered the city to the country. He could escape from his problems, clear his consious, and start a new life. But....he couldnt leave Mia. He had to do something. Suddenly, something moved in the street behind him. Trey whipped around in time to see eyes gleaming, and a dark shape blurring as it sprinted out of the alley. Trey frowned, and jumped down, back into the street. Then, sighing, he began the long walk back to the gangs home.

Trey walked up to the door of the gangs home. He lifted his hand to knock, but paused. Chase had sent them to the policemans house hoping that they would be killed, he thought. So why dont I let him think I'm dead. But then how will I get him to pay for Mia's treatement? Trey argued with himself, but then stopped, grinning. I wont convince him. I wont even ask.

Smiling, Trey went over to the window of one of the rooms, and knocked. No one woke. He knocked again, louder. Ethen lifted his head, and his eyes widened as he saw Trey. Chase must have told him that Trey had died. Quickly, Ethen walked over to the window and opened it, letting Trey inside. He opened his mouth to talk, but Trey put a finger to his lips, and Ethen nodded. Trey snuck out of the room, and slowly opened the door to Chases room. It creaked. Loudly.

Trey swore silently as Chase stirred and opened his eyes. Trey dropped to the floor quietly so that Chase couldnt see him. Panicking, he tried to back out of the room, but he felt legs brush past him, as Ethen strode into the room and confronted a confused Chase. "Chase, I want to talk to you. About the plans for stealing tomorrow."

Ethen caught Trey's eye, and discretely signalled for him to hide. Trey quickly backward rolled into  the other room and slid under a mattress as Chase led Ethen out of his bedroom and into the kitchen, and, as Ethen passed, he winked at Trey. Trey nodded in silent thanks, and then, as Chase got Ethen and himself a drink, rolled back into Chases room, clutching the note that Jake had written for him.

Trey went up to the safe on Chases table, noislessly opened it, and looked inside. He pulled aside a bunch of other notes from the Asassins, and, as he suspected, saw dozens and dozens of bundles of crisp, $100 notes, that Chase had collected every night from the gang, year after year. Hastily, Trey grabbed as many bundles as he could fit in his pockets, andwent back into Ethens bedroom. But the window had locked, and the key was no where to be found. There was only one way out- the front door.

Trey grabbed the keys from Chases room, and stood behind the door that led to the kitchen, weighing his options. He would have to make a run for the front door. Taking a deep breath, Trey twisted the door handle, threw open the door, and dashed past the kitchen, heading for the door. He heard Chase yell, and heard a scraping noise as he pulled a long, sharp knife from the knife block. He sprinted to the door, and fumbled with the keys as Chase drew his arm back, preparing to throw the knife. his heart pounding, Trey finally inserted the key into the lock, but he was too late. He heard a grunt as Chase threw the knife, a yell as Ethen tried to intersept it, and reflexively threw up his hand to cover his head.

A piercing pain sliced into him as the knife lodged itself in his arm. He felt the blade cut through the flesh, and felt warm blood flowing down his hand. The pain was excruciating, and threatening to knock him unconcious, but somehow, he turned the key in the lock, and pushed the door open. The cold night air rushed around him as he stumbled outside, slamming the door behind him. He heard a thud as another of Chases knifes lodged itself in the door, so forcefully that the tip of the blade could be seen, sticking out the front of the door. Trey kept jog/stumbling, as much as he could. After half an hour, his vision became blurry, and his movements became slow. As he was passing underneath a quiet, dark area, sheltered by a bridge, his foot caught on a rock, and he fell hard, pain jarring through him as his arm hit the ground. He lay like that, unable to move, agony racing through him and his blood burning. Again, unconciousness began to wash over him, and this time Trey didnt resist it.