Day 5, Part One
I got to my feet... I offered Jackson my hand, and helped him up. "Dude, why did you call me? You said you had something urgent to talk about," he asked.
"Yea, I said. It was too urgent for me to tell you over phone.What I was going to tell you was that a week ago or so, I was struck by-"
A loud noise interrupted, like the banging of someone kicking down the back door. I pushed Jackson, and we both scrambled upstairs. We dashed into his bedroom, and locked the door. I whipped out my knife, before remembering the guns. I slung my backpack off, and tossed it to Jackson.
"Whats this for?"
Just open it, I said.
As he opened it, a slow smile spread across his face. Now, your probably wondering why I just gave two magical guns to a 16 year old. Ever since 5, Jackson had been practicing with long range type weapons. He mastered the bow better than most adults at age 8, and I had never seen him miss once. He was unbelievable at basketball. I figured he would be the best match for those guns. Anyways, there we were standing behind his locked door.
"Troy, these people have been following me for a few days, everywhere I look I see them. Its most likely them downstairs. Crawl out of my window and escape," he said.
"No way am I leaving you. Besides, your window is a story up. And dude, there have been these people following me too. They said someone called the 'master' wants me dead."
"Looks like we have a lot of catching up to do," Jackson said.
I rifled through his closet until I found his leather jacket, and his black jeans. I reached up onto his shelf and grabbed his biker helmet.I tossed them to him.
"Dude, you had better change, we could probably get out by motorcycle.
I looked at his closet door, and in plastic wrapping I saw an awesome quilted shoulder leather jacket, with several inside pockets and a hoodie. Below it were black cargo jeans and a black T shirt, with a biker helmet.
"That was your birthday gift, Jackson nodded towards the clothes. When you disappeared I didn't know what to do with them. Take them, they are already your size."
I quickly changed into them, and grabbed my backpack. Gripping my knife, I slowly unlocked the bedroom door. It was eerily quiet. We slowly crept down the stairs. We entered the kitchen, and still nobody. "This has to be a trap," Jackson said. Then, all of the windows exploded, and in came several guys with guns. From the doorways surrounding us came even more men. "Oh... here's the trap," I said meekly.
We were surrounded...
