Rough Road Ahead (In Progress)

Chapter 1 - Preface

 *Preface*

            Good sat in the jail cell, his arms over his head with a smirk on his pale face. He knew what was happening now. It was as if he could see the future through a crystal ball. Except it wasn't a crystal ball, it was a phone call that he had gotten a few nights ago.

            Luck, his brother was still free, somewhere in the city. He had been lucky enough to escape when the cops bombarded the bank heist a year ago, and although he and his brother hadn't had any contact since that night, he knew the pact that they had made when they were kids. No one gets left behind. Luck's word was as good as gold, if not better. Now that the trials were over, Luck had his shot at keeping true to his world.

            Although Good trusted Luck, he had begun to think he had forgotten him, that is until he got a phone call the week earlier. The phonier hadn't said much, but it was enough.

             Good's mind jumped back in time; he had been waiting in his jail cell when a guard came to get him, leading him down a dark corridor without saying a word. Good had begun to think the worst. Inmates were easy targets for murder, no one would miss them and if anyone began to ask questions they could say that the inmate attacked and they had no choice.

             His heart was beating in his ears, thump thump thump as the guard's shoes made a tapping sound on the white tiled floor. The sound was so rhythmical, but not comforting. Suddenly the guard opened a door and sunlight shined in on the hallway. The guard proceeded to hand him a phone and he took it shakily, "it's for you." The guard said, then left the room, closing the heavy door behind him.

            Good waited a moment, questioning who would be calling him before placing it to his ear. All he heard was static, but then there was one word, "gazebo," a male voice said. And suddenly a smirk was on his sullen face, the same smirk which he wore now. For he knew what that word meant. It meant help was on the way.

     *Chapter 1*

            I sat on the ground; my legs sprawled out over the vast pink carpet that filled my bedroom. My hands were in fists as I listened to the heavy metal music flowing out of my brothers' room. The sound seemed to enter my ears and never leave, penetrating my ear drums over and over again until I couldn't take it anymore and was driven insane.

            My left hand reached for a pillow that had fallen from my bed onto the floor during the night. It was a stretch, but I managed to pull the pink pillow towards me using only my fingertips and an arched back.

            It was Friday morning, I saw looking at my calendar that sat in the corner of my room. To be exact it was Friday the thirteenth. Having always been superstitious seeing that number on my calendar sent a shiver down my spine. Pulling myself to my feet I bit my lip. My eyes looked at the number once again to be sure I had seen it correctly before closing the calendar, hoping to lock whatever evil resonated with the number away.

            At least it was Friday, and that meant the weekend was coming. My mind jumped into the future - I was looking forward to having a relaxing day with Sam, my boyfriend.

             My train of thought was lost when Brad, my brother walked into my room like he owned the place. He was wearing a sly smirk, his gold tooth reflecting light from the window into my eye.

            "What do you want?" I asked, my eyes glancing over his body. He seemed taller than he had before. Maybe that was because he usually hibernated in his room and I rarely had the privilege of seeing him.