Path of the Dead - Working Title

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

JT stood in front of his army of two hundred hooligan and informants that kept King in the loop of everything that went on within the city. All of them were armed: Some with guns, some with some kind of club or blade, but all of them ha the same look within their eyes: They were prepared to die.

Jacob could see that look in their eyes through the binoculars that Emma grabbed after seeing the group, "Well this just made things a hell of a lot more difficult. I guess we hit King a little too hard in the pride the other day. He's wanting to make sure that we don't make it out of this alive." He leaned over and knocked on the wall to the bedroom, in an attempt to get Zach's attention, "Hey Zach, we got company downstairs, and they want us dead by the looks of it."

Zach could be heard through the wall, "Let them fucking try." A couple seconds later, Zach came stomping out of the room and went over to the wall and grabbed his shotgun, "Let them sons of bitches get up here. I'll kill every fucking one of them!"

The girl crept her way out of the bedroom and though it was weak at first, she repeated herself when she noticed that they didn't hear her over Zach's verbal rage, "I can help. You guys helped me...it's only fair that I return the favor."

"We appreciate...." Jacob suddenly felt awkward, "Oh wait, we never got your name."

"It's Rebecca. But my family used to call me 'Revy'."

"Ok, Revy. As much as we know you want to return the favor. You should do it once you're fully recovered. You shouldn't push yourself for our sakes. At least not yet." Jacob gave her a gentle smile, hoping that she would understand.

Revy sulked back into the room, saying nothing else. She didn't agree with the idea, but she wasn't wishing to get on the bad side of the people who had just saved her. She made her way over to the window and looked out the window to see how bad the situation was. As she looked out the window, she saw JT and suddenly something came over her, but she didn't know what she was feeling, but there was one thing she did know: She recognized his face.

She saw him walk down the hall the day her family was attacked...with a sadistic smile.

Now, she was clenching her fists within the curtains in the bedroom, and her eyes were filled with anger and bloodlust so powerful that it felt like the temperature within the apartment was beginning to drop. But she was going to respect their wishes and not try to pay off her debt to them...for as long as she could.

Jacob and Zach leaned against the balcony and began to taunt JT.

Zach was the first to fire verbal rounds off at JT, "Hey, aren't you the idiot that tried to kidnap one of our friends?" He waited a couple of seconds, getting final verification that it was indeed him, "Yeah, it is you. Didn't you learn your lesson the last time we kicked your ass?" He looked out over the crowd, "At least you brought some of your friends this time. It wouldn't have been fun kicking your ass with no one to watch."

JT spoke loud enough for them to hear from the second floor, "Those are some big words comings from a rather small fucker. Look, I've been given orders by King to kill your ass dead, and I'm in no mood to go up a flight of stairs to do it, so if you could off yourselves now, that would be great."

"Well then I don't know who to find more stupid: You or your boss. Reasons being for you...well, it's kind of obvious enough. But for your boss, I thought of him as a rather smart individual, but if he just sent you and your group of....well them, then he must not be as smart as I was giving him credit for."