It Takes Five

4

 "I hope you have everything that’s on the list, Scott.” Mitch turned to the blonde, who was hauling all the shopping bags into the boot. They were heading to the mall after doing some grocery shopping for the house after Kirstie and Kevin had arrived, they needed extra food.

The fridge was also empty but that’s on Mitch, don’t tell him I said that though.

“Yes, your highness, I have it all. Now, to the mall!” Scott chanted, throwing himself into the driver’s seat, Mitch climbing in next to him.

Upon their arrival to the mall, Mitch brought up the clothing topic once more. “What are their clothing sizes?” He asked, not knowing beforehand.

“Well, Kirst seems to fit into your clothes though they’re slightly big. Kevin is definitely bigger than me. Get him like a large tee?” Scott himself didn’t know either. “Though Kirst is a small. I’ll always remember that.” Of course, he knew his sister's clothing size.

They were in Gemma Collins picking up clothes they thought would be good for their new house mates, looking at how they were dressed, they deduced the clothes they each liked to wear, heading to different stores to pick up different things for them as well as add-ons like snapbacks for Kevin and make-up for Kirstie as well as other necessities like hair products and basic dental and body hygiene for the both of them.

It all came to a total of around $1000-$1500 of stuff, but Mitch didn’t mind, afterall, he did have a salary ranging from $131000-$149000 a year, being a highly paid FBI agent. It was nothing to him.

The duo were placing the last few bags in their car they parked by the main road getting ready to head back home, it had been a relatively calm day and they were ready to head back and surprise the two at the house and enjoy the rest of their day, they didn’t expect any altercations until then.

Until they heard it.

Shouting, Screaming, Tires screeching.

On the other side of a group of large houses, a black van was speeding down the street past all other vehicles honking as it passed, men were hanging out the windows pushing past all other pedestrians in attempt to get to a certain man who was trying to outrun the van and was currently succeeding by a thread with his unusual, animalistic speed. He was a blur to all passersby, all they saw was black, white and little bits of golden blonde here and there.

It all hit Scott at once, the smell of fear, pain, distress, hurt, desperation. “Mitch…” he started looking around, but mainly down the alleyway that connected the two streets together.

“You still haven’t caught him yet?!” Someone yelled from inside the van.

“I’m trying, man! The guy is fast!” The man hanging out the window claimed pushing himself out a little further.

The man on the street noted the van speeding up and began looking for a quick escape, there he saw the alleyway that was way too small for the van to fit through that would take him to the other street and it would take the van a total of 5 minutes minimum to get to the otherside… by that time he’d be gone.

He was running so fast now it was clear he wasn’t a regular human being. He had his eyes set on getting into the alleyway and finally being free after a whole decade in captivity. 

He made it. 

He turned into the alleyway, prepared to sprint to his long awaited freedom, what he didn’t prepare himself for was to be met with the broad, muscular body of a tall blonde with blue eyes.

Shit.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

His vision focused and he felt fear rise in him again, immediately backing away from the man in front of him, hearing the shouts of his captors looking for him. The blonde leaned towards him and he backed up.