Shattered
Here I Stand, Nothing More than a Broken Man Staring Death in the Face
Austin’s POV
The five of us were all piled into the helicopter, headsets muffling the thudding pulses of the whirling blades. Ronnie was grinning like a maniac as he soared over the California landscape. I could barely keep track of all the houses and cities below us.
Thank goodness the flying aircraft had GPS navigation.
“So how are you today?” Ronnie asked to me through the mic. I was sitting in the passenger’s seat, and the other four were shoved in the back.
“Seriously?” I asked Radke. He shrugged, knowing that he didn’t expect much of an answer. I glanced over my shoulder to the worried and determined faces with me. These guys were like my brothers to me and Kyn. They would go to the end of the earth of each other.
“What did you guys bring?” I asked them. Out in the distance, the airport appeared. Planes were taking off from the opposite direction we headed in. Ronnie was calling to ask permission to land as the boys behind me replied.
“A knife.” Aaron stated, anger riddling his tongue.
“A gun.” Tino growled.
“A lighter and explosives.” Phil replied gleefully. Oh, so that was what he clutched in the box.
“Bob.” Alan snarled. I had brought my own knife with me. Checking my watch, we started to land. We had three minutes to intercept the Syres before they boarded. This was an all-out sprint as soon as we touched the ground. The helicopter started to slow down and drift to the ground. The plan we needed to reach seemed like an eternity away.
“We have permission to land for fifteen minutes. I need you in and out of there quick!” Ronnie yelled to me, his hair blown freely in the wind.
“We’ll do it in ten!” I yelled and unbuckled. I leapt out of the craft as soon as the rudders touched the cement. The others were right behind me as our group sprinted to the plane.
One minute remaining.
I saw the two parents and my girl climb the stairs to the plane. My voice couldn’t carry far enough to stop her. The door shut, but I was nearing the stairs.
That’s when something hit me.
A person in grey clothing tackled me to the ground, pinning my arms. We were pulled into the shadow of a cargo loader, out of prying eyes. It looked like the other boys had their own attackers keeping them from moving.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a man wearing all black climb the wooden stairs towards the plane. He was flanked by two other thugs in grey. That must’ve been Nicco.
“ERGH!” I grunted as the man punched me in the jaw. I managed to turn away and deflect most of the blow. As the thug wound up to sock me again, I kicked him off and knocked him out with a quick punch. Thank goodness I had learned a thing or two about self-defense in the class I took a couple of years ago!
The men weren’t that tough, but did have a good arm to them. Alan, Phil, and Alan started climbing the stairs after the men. I looked to Tino and Aaron.
“GO! We’ll keep an eye out here!” Aaron yelled to me. As we reached the top of the steps, I saw that the door had been locked shut. Inside the average sized window, the door handle had been blocked by a large pipe. There was no way to get in.
“Let me get this.” Alan pushed me aside. With a battle cry, the furious ginger smashed the glass with one hit of Bob the Golf Club and leaped through the broken glass.
I was quite impressed.
He kicked open the door, completely removing the pipe and let us two in. That’s when everything started to go downhill. When Phil and I launched into the cargo area where Kynder was located, Alan was going crazy on some man in grey, giving him a proper beating.
“STOP!” Kynder yelled as I appeared from the doorway and stepped into the scene. What I saw made me halt dead in my tracks.
Two figures lay dead on the floor, and Kyn was held at gunpoint by Nicco. Could things get any worse?
The five of us were all piled into the helicopter, headsets muffling the thudding pulses of the whirling blades. Ronnie was grinning like a maniac as he soared over the California landscape. I could barely keep track of all the houses and cities below us.
Thank goodness the flying aircraft had GPS navigation.
“So how are you today?” Ronnie asked to me through the mic. I was sitting in the passenger’s seat, and the other four were shoved in the back.
“Seriously?” I asked Radke. He shrugged, knowing that he didn’t expect much of an answer. I glanced over my shoulder to the worried and determined faces with me. These guys were like my brothers to me and Kyn. They would go to the end of the earth of each other.
“What did you guys bring?” I asked them. Out in the distance, the airport appeared. Planes were taking off from the opposite direction we headed in. Ronnie was calling to ask permission to land as the boys behind me replied.
“A knife.” Aaron stated, anger riddling his tongue.
“A gun.” Tino growled.
“A lighter and explosives.” Phil replied gleefully. Oh, so that was what he clutched in the box.
“Bob.” Alan snarled. I had brought my own knife with me. Checking my watch, we started to land. We had three minutes to intercept the Syres before they boarded. This was an all-out sprint as soon as we touched the ground. The helicopter started to slow down and drift to the ground. The plan we needed to reach seemed like an eternity away.
“We have permission to land for fifteen minutes. I need you in and out of there quick!” Ronnie yelled to me, his hair blown freely in the wind.
“We’ll do it in ten!” I yelled and unbuckled. I leapt out of the craft as soon as the rudders touched the cement. The others were right behind me as our group sprinted to the plane.
One minute remaining.
I saw the two parents and my girl climb the stairs to the plane. My voice couldn’t carry far enough to stop her. The door shut, but I was nearing the stairs.
That’s when something hit me.
A person in grey clothing tackled me to the ground, pinning my arms. We were pulled into the shadow of a cargo loader, out of prying eyes. It looked like the other boys had their own attackers keeping them from moving.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a man wearing all black climb the wooden stairs towards the plane. He was flanked by two other thugs in grey. That must’ve been Nicco.
“ERGH!” I grunted as the man punched me in the jaw. I managed to turn away and deflect most of the blow. As the thug wound up to sock me again, I kicked him off and knocked him out with a quick punch. Thank goodness I had learned a thing or two about self-defense in the class I took a couple of years ago!
The men weren’t that tough, but did have a good arm to them. Alan, Phil, and Alan started climbing the stairs after the men. I looked to Tino and Aaron.
“GO! We’ll keep an eye out here!” Aaron yelled to me. As we reached the top of the steps, I saw that the door had been locked shut. Inside the average sized window, the door handle had been blocked by a large pipe. There was no way to get in.
“Let me get this.” Alan pushed me aside. With a battle cry, the furious ginger smashed the glass with one hit of Bob the Golf Club and leaped through the broken glass.
I was quite impressed.
He kicked open the door, completely removing the pipe and let us two in. That’s when everything started to go downhill. When Phil and I launched into the cargo area where Kynder was located, Alan was going crazy on some man in grey, giving him a proper beating.
“STOP!” Kynder yelled as I appeared from the doorway and stepped into the scene. What I saw made me halt dead in my tracks.
Two figures lay dead on the floor, and Kyn was held at gunpoint by Nicco. Could things get any worse?
Notes
Hey everyone! As always, thanks for reading and CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!
Don't worry, it'll be resolved in the next chapter!
Back the question in the last chapter, WHO'S GOING TO DENVER WARPED THIS YEAR???
I really want to meet you guys! (No, i'm not a stalker don't worry! I just like meeting people who have the same AWESOME music tastes!)
Stay beautiful!
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