pussy.”
“I can’t.”
“Ok, you can shoot the kid, or I’ll shoot you in the nuts. Which is it?”
Chad looked at him, and then looked at the woman and her daughter. They were both looking at him, their eyes pleading with him to save them from Clay. He took the gun and looked at it as he felt its weight in his hand. He’d only ever fired a gun once, and that was a .22 rifle on his uncle’s ranch years ago. This was a semi-automatic hand gun. Placing his hand around the grip, he looked at Clay who nodded at him and looked back at the girls.
As he looked at their faces, he pointed the gun at the daughter who pinched her eyes shut. It suddenly occurred to Chad that he could shoot Clay. All he had to do was turn the gun on Clay and pull the trigger and this nightmare would be over. Or would it? Clay’s men were still outside and no doubt they wouldn’t be too thrilled with him killing their boss. They’d skin him alive for sure.
“No, please! Don’t do this!” the woman cried. “Shoot me instead! Please! Not my little girl!”
The gun shook in Chad’s hand as he pointed it toward the mom who closed her eyes. She began praying as he held the gun on her. He looked back at Clay who shook his head, and nodded toward the daughter. It had to be the kid. Chad took a deep breath and looked back at the mom, and in one motion swung the gun back to the daughter and pulled the trigger. The shot sounded like a bomb went off in the small apartment as the pistol kicked in his hand. The back of the little girl’s head exploded as the bullet pierced her forehead. Blood sprayed along the wall and couch as the girl’ s body collapsed onto the couch.
“Noooo!!!!!” the mom shrieked. “Oh my god! My baby! No! No! No!” She was now sobbing uncontrollably as Chad lowered the gun and looked at Clay who patted him on the shoulder.
“Can we go now?” Chad asked.
“Hell no! That’s just the first part champ! Nice shot by the way. But you’re just getting started.”
Chapter 15
Melissa looked around from the back of the truck. She pulled the blanket tight around her as the sounds of gunfire erupted from the building. As she sat up she noticed she was alone in the truck. She looked under the blanket and realized she was naked. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there. Everything was in a foggy haze. She remembered being at the barbecue place with Chad, then the men came in hurting people. She stopped there and didn’t want to think of anything else.
As she sat up, she saw she was in an apartment complex. There were some people fighting in the parking lot. Someone was screaming from inside the building the truck was parked next to. Looking around carefully, she climbed out, pulling the blanket to her. Her legs were weak and shaky as she walked toward the building. Many of the units had broken windows, there was one where the door was standing partway open. She pushed it open and stepped slowly inside.
Looking around, some of the furniture was turned over. There was an empty space on the wall where a TV used to hang. DVDs were scattered all over the floor. She bent down and looked through them. They were all horror films. Trash covered the carpeting. She went into the bedroom which was also ransacked. There were clothes all over the bed and floor. She sifted through the clothing and found a small men’s “Cannibal Holocaust” t-shirt. She pulled the shirt on and left the blanket on the floor. The shirt was slightly too big, but that was fine with her.
After more digging around, she found a pair of shorts and some shoes that mostly fit. Everything didn’t match, but she couldn’t afford to be picky. The bed looked incredibly comfortable. She hadn’t realized how tired she was, but she was exhausted. The apartment was probably pretty safe. It had already been ransacked. She
“I can’t.”
“Ok, you can shoot the kid, or I’ll shoot you in the nuts. Which is it?”
Chad looked at him, and then looked at the woman and her daughter. They were both looking at him, their eyes pleading with him to save them from Clay. He took the gun and looked at it as he felt its weight in his hand. He’d only ever fired a gun once, and that was a .22 rifle on his uncle’s ranch years ago. This was a semi-automatic hand gun. Placing his hand around the grip, he looked at Clay who nodded at him and looked back at the girls.
As he looked at their faces, he pointed the gun at the daughter who pinched her eyes shut. It suddenly occurred to Chad that he could shoot Clay. All he had to do was turn the gun on Clay and pull the trigger and this nightmare would be over. Or would it? Clay’s men were still outside and no doubt they wouldn’t be too thrilled with him killing their boss. They’d skin him alive for sure.
“No, please! Don’t do this!” the woman cried. “Shoot me instead! Please! Not my little girl!”
The gun shook in Chad’s hand as he pointed it toward the mom who closed her eyes. She began praying as he held the gun on her. He looked back at Clay who shook his head, and nodded toward the daughter. It had to be the kid. Chad took a deep breath and looked back at the mom, and in one motion swung the gun back to the daughter and pulled the trigger. The shot sounded like a bomb went off in the small apartment as the pistol kicked in his hand. The back of the little girl’s head exploded as the bullet pierced her forehead. Blood sprayed along the wall and couch as the girl’ s body collapsed onto the couch.
“Noooo!!!!!” the mom shrieked. “Oh my god! My baby! No! No! No!” She was now sobbing uncontrollably as Chad lowered the gun and looked at Clay who patted him on the shoulder.
“Can we go now?” Chad asked.
“Hell no! That’s just the first part champ! Nice shot by the way. But you’re just getting started.”
Chapter 15
Melissa looked around from the back of the truck. She pulled the blanket tight around her as the sounds of gunfire erupted from the building. As she sat up she noticed she was alone in the truck. She looked under the blanket and realized she was naked. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there. Everything was in a foggy haze. She remembered being at the barbecue place with Chad, then the men came in hurting people. She stopped there and didn’t want to think of anything else.
As she sat up, she saw she was in an apartment complex. There were some people fighting in the parking lot. Someone was screaming from inside the building the truck was parked next to. Looking around carefully, she climbed out, pulling the blanket to her. Her legs were weak and shaky as she walked toward the building. Many of the units had broken windows, there was one where the door was standing partway open. She pushed it open and stepped slowly inside.
Looking around, some of the furniture was turned over. There was an empty space on the wall where a TV used to hang. DVDs were scattered all over the floor. She bent down and looked through them. They were all horror films. Trash covered the carpeting. She went into the bedroom which was also ransacked. There were clothes all over the bed and floor. She sifted through the clothing and found a small men’s “Cannibal Holocaust” t-shirt. She pulled the shirt on and left the blanket on the floor. The shirt was slightly too big, but that was fine with her.
After more digging around, she found a pair of shorts and some shoes that mostly fit. Everything didn’t match, but she couldn’t afford to be picky. The bed looked incredibly comfortable. She hadn’t realized how tired she was, but she was exhausted. The apartment was probably pretty safe. It had already been ransacked. She
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