A/N: Thanks guys for waiting patiently... I'm busy... REALLY busy. But like I promised here is chapter two!!! Thanks! ~Rogan.

Chapter 2:

Guns... LOTS of guns

Jess froze in fear. He was shocked and didn’t know how to respond to May’s heart piercing question. Sirens flashed at the end of the street about nine houses north of them. Jess worked fast and let himself into the house as he said, “I’m gonna tell you all the truth. I wasn’t released, I broke out. They think I’m crazy but I’m not! I have my mind! I’m sane! I swear!” he spoke as he began to cry and let his tears run freely down his face.

“Jess… I know… I know…” May began to cry and hugged him around his shoulders. She sat him down on the couch and Dan backed off.

“He’s from the asylum? That explains the clothes… May I don’t want him here! He’s a fugitive! We could get in big trouble with the law for keeping him!” he said sternly.

“Daniel! He’s my brother and he is not insane! He is completely sane he is just hurt; wounded by the death of his best friend! He hasn’t been the same since! You’d be just the same if I were to pass away now treat him with compassion!” May’s hostility stunned Jess.

When did she get that attitude? Must’ve picked it up from mom… Jess’ thoughts wandered.

He turned his head and looked out the window and saw the police knocking door to door with several squad cars patrolling the streets. “They’re trying to quarantine us! Do you have some spare clothes I could barrow? I need to get out of this uniform!”

“Sure! Dan go get some of your old clothes please.” May asked and her husband departed up the stairs and returned with a pair of worn jeans and a black shirt and handed them to Jess along with a pair of his old tennis shoes and socks. Jess took the clothes into the bathroom and began removing his uniform.

“I don’t like this May. We should just give him back.” Dan said as he switched on the television. The news flourished with reports of dangerous loonies that escaped and to not let any of them enter your house. They both heard shouting outside and they turned to see three officers of the law chasing after a man in similar garbs as Jesse’s. The fasting cop caught up to him and tackled him. The man began to struggle and smashed the officers face causing blood to pour from his nose like a river. Another officer drew his taser and tased the escaped fugitive. The bloody cop climbed off him and lay on the ground next to his feet and held his bleeding face while the others tackled the incapacitated victim and cuffed him.

Jesse came out with all the clothes on and walked to the window to see the result of the carnage he then slipped up the stairs without either of the Westburgs noticing. He got up to the bedroom and began to dig through all their drawers. When he didn’t find what he was looking for he went to the closet and began to sort through the clothes until he found in the deep crevice of a cubby, underneath five pieces of clothing, a hand gun. It was only a .22 with iron sites but it would work. He checked the magazine and found one round in it. “Ugh!” he exclaimed and began to dig in other areas and found nothing. He shoved the gun in the back of his jeans and hid the handle under his shirt. Placing all the clothes back in their appropriate places and closed all the drawers. He jumped into the bathroom quickly as May came upstairs looking for him when they had found the downstairs bathroom empty. She walked past him and called him name and when she entered her bedroom he quickly darted down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was relieved to find it empty to his advantage.

He opened the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of juice and sat down quickly and began to drink it. “Over here!” he called as Dan came in first and saw his glass. “Just a little thirsty that’s all.” May came in then and sighed and walked over and hugged her brother.

“That’s something you would do Jess!” she said with a smile and they laughed. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Quickly! Into the basement!” she cried and hurried Jess down the stairs as she prepared to answer the door.

Jess wondered the basement and heard some talking through the ceiling. It was obviously police when he heard them asking so many questions but it didn’t matter to him, he just needed to find the ammunition which was most likely stored in the basement under lock and key. He entered a closet that he found out was a giant storage room with stuff on both sides of the wall towered to the ceiling in boxes and filers. He saw old items from his child hood and the liking in different containers and old articles of clothing in another as he entered. He then found a smaller closet at the end of the storage room and he grasped the handle and turned to find it locked.

Anger flooded Jess as he reached for a hammer on the top shelf and used it to knock off the hinges of the door. Inside he found a treaJesure cove. These must’ve all been dad’s! He thought in awe. His jaw was hanging as he eyeballed guns hanging all over the wall. Hunting rifles, shotguns, and even a couple military issues each with a box of ammo next to them. He found .22 ammo and grabbed the box quickly loading twelve shells into the magazine of his pistol. He grabbed a backpack out of the camping gear in another corner of the storage room. He filled it with boxes of ammo and hand guns of different sizes.

Jess then saw a black case in the corner with a tag that has the words “50 cal”. He opened the box to see a massive gun laying in pieces in select areas of a case. They each lay in their own cutout shape of the black foam that was the protective covering in the case. Jesse traced a finger of the scope and barrel that lay inside. He placed the case into his pack along with a box of .50 caliber shells that was rather cumbersome. “Lets do this,” he said, as he strode out of the basement.

Jess heard multiple voices that he assumed were officers searching for him. He slowly crept up the stairs and put his ear to the door. The police were asking a series of questions to May and she answered them with a shaky voice. Jess heard the investigator ask the question,

“Ma’am, were you threatened by someone to stay silent?”

“No! I mean- no. Nobody is here but me and my husband uh my husband and I! Uh nope!”

“Ma’am it’s alright to tell me. Blink twice for yes. We can help you,” the officer said.

May froze then mastered her mind. “No, I’m fine,” she said.

“Alright, keep an eye out for them and if you see anything suspicious be sure to report it to the police,” the officer smiled and walked away with his men.

Dan suddenly strode out the door after him and said, “Wait!”

Jess froze. Would Dan really give me away like that? Regardless Jess armed two pistols with full clips of ammo and held one in each hand.

Dan talked with the police a while longer than pointed towards the basement door. The police nodded and two man advanced inside the house and towards the door.

Ah, no, no, no, no, no!!! I am not going back to that God-forsaken asylum. Jess’ mind screamed and he staggered down the stairs, through the storage room, and locked himself in the gun closet.

The police officer strode down the steps with caution as May spat with intense anger at Dan. They began to shout outside the house as the officer felt for a light switch in the darkness. He retrieved a flash light from his belt and shone in down the storage room. He noticed the closet at the back of it. Cautiously he strode the door and grabbed the handle. He began to twist it tense with a rush of suspense and as he opened the door he couldn’t react fast enough.

A/N: Thanks everyone for reading my story. But I write for the readers. Please, please, PLEASE Give me feed back. It encourages me to keep writing even if it's bad feedback! I love reviews and I appreciate and respect anyone who takes the time to tell me what they think of my work! Thanks again for reading my work and.... as you have noticed with a lot of my past work... I believe Leslie should remain dead. I dont believe in this new age LDD stuff hahaha just kidding peoples. Its cool! Thanks! Peace!

~Rogan