t w e n t y - f o u r

 

"Give it up, Danny." Cameron scoffs, spitting in my face. Shaking my head and gritting my teeth, I place my hand gun to his forehead.

"We'll die together, Cameron." I tell him calmly. He laughs loud, highly amused.

"TOGETHER?! Dan Smith, I am sorry, but if I die, you die either way." As he finishes his statement, a huge group of black cloaked people climb up the driveway, onto the yard. Females stand out as their cloakes are short with torn stockings and black combat boots. Their faces pale and their lips caked in black lipstick, their eyes hidden.

"We'll call the cops!" Darcy yells from behind me, "Either you get off my property, or, you can get shot as qe call the cops!"

"Foolish girl," Cameron says, lowering his gun off of my forehead. He turns around, nodding, then looks back at us as two cloaked people, a male and female, grab Darcy from behind as she kicks and screams, "You'll never kill me."

"DARCY!" I shout tryong to shoot her kidnappers but end up missing because of my shaking hand. I look around for Grades, but he's disappeared, the lyrics speard across the hardwood floor. Darcy is gone along with Cameron amd his army by the time I look back up.

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"Get in the car." I spat at my band mates. My wheel chair is reacked so I am stuck using my annoyong prosthetic leg.

"Wow, Dan! What the hell happened?!" Woody shouts, gripping me by the shoulders, shaking me slightly.

"No time to explain," I continue my harsh tone, pushing Woody off of me, "Just...just everyone in the car. Now." I head into the drivers seat, starting the car.

"Where are we going anyway?" Kyle asks from the passengers seat.

"Somewhere, Kyle. We are going to find Darcy." I tell him, a little more assuring.

I back out of the driveway and quickly speed down the street towarfs Cameron's storehouse.