Dreams

Part 14

Pov: kidnapper (Charles)
   I approached the warehouse warily when I saw a truck sitting in the driveway.
   "Someone else is here," I whispered to my client.
   "Is it your other customer?" My client questioned.
   I shook my head. "I told him to meet me at the bar."
   "Someone must have become suspicious. Let's hope they didn't tip off the police," my buyer replied. He turned to me, his hand on a pistol. "You said this was safe. I can't go back to prison; I just got out."
   "Every job has a risk," I responded. I took my own gun from inside my boot.
   I held out my arm. "Hold on; somebody's getting out."
   I watched as the driver's door opened, and a man hopped out. The light from within the truck illuminated a couple other people.
   "Stop!" I heard Jules shout. I couldn't see him so he must have been on the other side of the truck.
    "Is that the kid?" My client asked.
   "Yeah," I whispered back. "He knows how to use a gun. We don't have anything to worry about. Let's go."
   I approached the truck, holding my gun to the glass. "Get out!" I shouted.
   A man inside the truck whipped his head around, a look of surprise dominated his features. I recognized him as one of Dude Perfect's editors.
   "Get out!" I yelled again.
   The door opened slowly. I grabbed him and shoved  my gun against his head. The other guy in the truck watched with timid eyes, but didn't dare try to help.
   "What's your name," I shouted at the guy in front of me.
   "Will," he responded quickly.
   My client stepped forward. "What's the plan?" He asked.
   Will stared at us with wide eyes; fearful eyes. Oh, the power I held. Wasn't it great? The gun, the tranquilizer, the way I had taken the twins-- what would I think of next? I laughed at my cunningness. I was a genius; that was for sure.
   "We can't take all of them. That would be way to risky," I paused. "As long as we have a hostage, they'll stay put."
   "You sure?" My client questioned. This guy was questioning my authority. I growled at him.
   "I know what I'm doing," I snapped.
   "Wait," my hostage panicked. "I just wanna know something."
   I sighed. The best hostages are cooperative, and the best way to get cooperation from hostages is to explain what's going on. That way when they escape they can tell the cops. Then we go to jail. Yippie. Do you hear the sarcasm in my voice?
   Instead I ignored the guy.
   I turned to my customer, "Stay back until I'm gone. I'll take this guy for my collection. You can just take the kid and leave then."
   My client nodded.
   "I want my cash, though," I stated, holding out my free hand.
   He grumbled. "Here." He splayed out the cash before handing it to me. I counted it quickly.
   I nodded at him. "Very good. I'll see you around."
   Then I pushed the editor forward. "Go or die," I whispered in his ear. He stumbled toward my truck. "Get in the front seat."
   He walked willingly and silently. My job was so easy; point a gun and everyone obeys. Wasn't it the best?
  
    Pov: Will
   I walked willingly towards the truck. If this guy had Cory, I don't know what I would do. I tried not to get my hopes up though.
   I eagerly jumped into the kidnapper's vehicle. I had memorized the license plate too.
   This guy obviously wasn't very concerned about getting caught. Plus, he kind of wobbled when he walked. Maybe he was drunk or something. I mean, there is a bar a couple houses down. What were the odds?
   I was glanced in the backseat. A tarp covered the seat. Nothing stirred. What if we were wrong?
    What were the chances that Cory was under that tarp though? What if he was already dead? Honestly, the realization that he had been kidnapped still hadn't set in. I guess that's how your brain works.
   I didn't dare reach back though.
   "C ya, Jules," he shouted as he climbed into the truck. He splayed a stack of bills. "You belong with my client." He had a sickening smile on his face. I felt like throwing up. I turned away. Who was this guy?
    And Jules, I recognized that name. I had stayed out with Coby when the other guys went into the cabin, but they mentioned it when they came out though.
   Suddenly, shouting erupted. Then a gunshot. I twisted in my seat, but couldn't see what happened. I looked at the guy, but he was scrabbling out.
   This was my chance. I leaned into the backseat and pulled the tarp away.

Pov: Julian
   I pointed the gun at Charlie's client, shifting the bookbag on my back.
   "Go tu hell," I whispered.
   He backed away. "Wait. Don't.."
   "I dun belone tu onyun'," I interrupted. With that I pulled the trigger. I watched as his body hit the ground; blood poured from his chest.
   How could Charlie sell me! I was his partner.
   "Jules?" Charlie asked, hopping out of the truck. "What did you do?"
   "Yu nex." I shook my head slowly, "Sury."
   Charlie looked confused. I'm sure he got the message when a bullet pierced his head. I was honestly aiming for his chest, but my hands were shaking from the dose, not the fear.
   I stood in victory until I heard a voice. "Hey, dispatcher? This kid just shot..." he looked up suddenly when he felt a weapon on his head.
   "Pu da phon dun," I threatened.
   He looked confused, but didn't put the phone down.
   I wagging the gun. "Hag op," I ordered.
   He still stared at me. What a moron.
   "Don't shoot, Julian," he challenged. He knew who I was. He was gonna tell the cops. I had to leave.
   I heard sirens in the distance so I bolted. I raced at a lopsided pace, loosing my balance often.
    I finally stumbled into an alleyway in the next town over.
   Again I heard sirens. I couldn't run anymore.
   I knew what I had to do. I was going to toss all my pain with my wishes in the wishing well.
  I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I'm waiting for the exhale.