Badboy and the emo reunite (BXB)

Chapter 17

My tracker!

I always have it on me. It's the smallest thing, the size of my fingernail, I was givin it in case this happened. If it did happen I was told it would vibrate when I was found. Meaning they are on their way. I have to get up to him now.

I feel my way around the locks, I could easily use my Bobby pin to get this open. I use my free hand to go to my very last belt loop, I rip it off and pull out the Bobby pin I sewed into it a while back. I did this with all my jeans, I'm happy I did.

I use the pin to quietly and slowly but successfully open it. I quietly limp up the stairs and reach his wooden built-in table. I put the makeshift cane aside quietly and grab his bat for a cane instead, it's more stable. I grab the silver gun from the first night, and as quietly as possible I take out the magazine, seeing that it's empty. I look for bullets, I find 3 boxes, each box a different type of bullet, I find the ones I need and load up the magazine. I push it back into the gun, and now I'm locked and loaded.

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"Do you know how to use a gun?"

"No sir," I shake my head and watch as he walks towards me, gun in hand.

"Well, today's the day you learn."

"Boss, I'm good with knives, I don't need a gun."

"That's Big B for you."

"Yes sir, sorry sir."

"It's required you learn to use a gun, sometimes I'll make you use a gun."

I reluctantly follow him out of the building, we walk down to another building, a building much like the one before but one level. There are a few rooms, we don't go in there.

"This is where I do my dirty work, but back here is target practice, where you'll be training."

"Sir-"

"No."

I shut up and just continue to follow until he stops me. He picks up a gun, then something holding a bunch of bullets.

"This," he holds up the bullet holder, "you know what this is called?"

"No sir," I shake my head.

"It's called a magazine. I want you to load one up."

He places a box and an empty magazine in front of me, he inserts the first one, then tells me to do what he did until it's full. I listened.

"Not so hard, right?"

"Not at all, Sir."

"Great, this is how to put it in," he says and demonstrates, "now you", I copy, "Nice, now take it back out," he demonstrates, then I copy.

"Good, this one is empty, I want you to do what you just did." He grabs another gun, apparently empty. I take out the magazine, load it up, then set it back in place. "Lovely, now we gotta learn about safety and aim."

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I anxiously put the safety on and shove it in the back of my jeans. I go up the stairs and open the door to see the light on and him lying on the couch with the TV on. He sits up when he sees me.

"How the fuck did you get out?!"

I pull the gun out of my jeans and aim it at him, then I lean against the wall for support. He stares in shock, then laughs.

"Please, stop messing with grownup toys," he stands up. I turn off the stafty and cock it. He stops dead in his tracks.

"Sit. The fuck. Back. Down! I will fucking shoot your ass!" He sits.