Bleeding Love

Tag, You're It

(Mark's POV) 

The next morning, Jack told me his car had gotten a flat and was in the shop for the day. So, he told me to stay where I was, that he'd be using his motorcycle instead. 
However, I just started walking, getting bored. I told him, though. He said that was fine, just to be safe. I loved how he cared about me so much.... 

"I will," I smiled, then hung up my phone. 

As I walked, I heard a van pulling up behind me. It started driving slow next to me, so I walked faster. It looked to be a 40-year-old man inside. 

"Whatcha doin' outside by yourself this morning, boy," he chuckled. 

I just kept walking. I quickened my pace, but not by much. 

"Oh, c'mon.... I can give you a lift to school if you'd like...." 
"N-No thank you," I replied, trying to be polite. 
"C'mon..." 
"Sir, I said no." 
"Well then.... I suppose I'll have to make you..." 

I saw another jump out and I darted down Main Street. I called Jack quickly, and he wasn't answering. After a minute, he did. 

"Where are ya?!" 
"THAT DOESN'T MATTER RIGHT NOW!!" 
"What's wrong?!" 
"I'M ABOUT TO BE KIDNAPPED!! HELP ME!!!!!" 
"FUCK! ON MY WAY! WHERE ARE YOU!?" 
"MAIN!!!" 
"ON MY WAY!! HOLD ON!!!" 

The call ended and I kept running. However, that van swerved down the street and another man jumped out and tackled me. I screamed, hearing a motorcycle a little ways away. 

"HELP MEEEE!!!" I screamed, hoping to get one of the households up. "LET ME G- MMFFF!" 

They forced a gag on me and lifted me up, trying to force me into the van. I saw Jack speeding down the road, and he then stopped immediately, getting off and punching the first man he got to. However, they threw some kind of powder in his eyes and he screamed. 

"AGHHHH!! FOOK!!!" he groaned, rubbing his eyes. 
"JACK!!" I screamed, even though it was muffled. 

They shoved me into the van and got in, slamming the doors shut as one bound my wrists. I tried to fight but it was useless. 

"Let's have some fun, huh boy~?" 

(Jack's POV) 

I hopped back on my bike, revvin' it and chasin' behind it. I called me Da and reported an amber alert fer Mark and that I had tha' tags of tha' van they were usin', bein' right behind it. He said he'd find me and then get them. 
Just as I was about tuh' get off tha' phone, I saw them pull guns out. I gasped, then tried tuh' get out of tha' way just as they started shootin'. 

"FOOOOK!" I yelled, swervin' to tha' side. "GOTTA GO, DA!" 

I kept swervin', missin' bullets. I then felt a pain in me left shoulder, seein' blood. I sped up, knowin' I couldn't control it much longer, and jumped on tha' van. I death-gripped tha' bars, hopin' tuh' stay on. 

"WHAT THE HELL!?" I heard one of them say. 

I got out a secure harness my Da gave me and connected it tuh' tha' bars on top of tha' van. Then I got up, it being hard to keep my balance. I learned how tuh' do this from him, thank God. I really needed it after all... 
Just then, they started swervin', makin' it hard fer me tuh' stay on. Several people were watchin', taking videos and such. I fell onto tha' side of tha' van, but was still secure.
I then remembered that I had me own gun in my holster! I always kept it on me until I got tuh' school. Once I got tuh' school, my dad would drive by and take it until tha' end of tha' school day. It was me only protection. 
I took it out just as they did theirs, then I shot his hand, makin' him scream. I felt a little bit happy, but not content yet. I got myself back ontuh' the back of tha' van, swingin' open tha' door. 
I then shot tha' two others dead, leavin' tha' driver alive until I could get Mark and get off a' here. I went inside, givin' my harness a little slack, and got him untied. Just then, a gunshot let out and I felt pain in me right leg. There was a bullet in my thigh. 

"FOOK!" I growled, grabbing Mark. "HOLD ONTUH' ME, MERK!!" 

He did, scared as hell. I then used a grappling hook they had and shot it at the nearest lamp post. But, before I could strap it tuh' my belt, I was turned around by a second man, a bat in hand. He raised it...

"Lights out!" 

WHACK!