Author: Headstrong91 PM
My pace was stopped dead by something that sounded like a twig snapping. Yes, I know, so cliché, but I was serious. I swallowed raised shotgun and pointed it in the general direction of the sound. "Matt!" Trevor hissed. "The safety!" I looked at the orange button on the side, The safety was on. Dammit. Feeling incredibly dumb, I clicked it off and approached the bushes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Suspense - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,890 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 10-18-12 - Published: 05-15-12 - id: 8119024
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Hey everyone! It's me again! I decided to start a new story, taking a tiny break from my other one. This is my second Fan fic. I figured I'd give you a little story about me and my friends first time sneaking out, with a chilling twist. The people in the story are real, but i changed their names for privacy reasons.
"C'mon man, it'll be fun!" Trevor persuaded. "Its not like the cops will be looking for us."
Gage leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, a skeptical look plastered on his unshaven face. "Why? What would be so fun about it?" He inquired. He obviously did not see the fun in sneaking out, as Trevor, Quynten, and I did.
Quynten Castellanos, a good friend of mine, stood in the corner of my Bedroom, juggling and twirling a pocketknife in-between his fingers. He was a short, 5"4" tall, tanned skin, Mexican. His black, buzz-cut hair decorated his skull, while a small scar on his eyebrow showed an accident with a knife he got when he was younger. I never knew what that kid had with knives, but he was always playing tricks, fake-stabbing us, pretending to drop it.
Skinny little bastard…
"Because." He said with a smile. "It's sneaking out. What teenager doesn't like sneaking out?" He stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Trevor grinned. "Yea, Its not like we're going to rob a store, what could go wrong?" He added, backing up Quynten's reason.
Trevor Keller was the classic, Curse-word-in-every-sentence, bullshittin'-all-the-time redneck. He was often seen in a pair of Digi-camo shorts, high ankle boots, and a camo cap, with a fishing license pinned to the back. His hair was also Buzz-cut, but his was dark brown. While not pale, this kid was about as white as you could get. He could punch a wall, and the white would rub off.
Gage scoffed and glanced at the two. "What could go wrong?" He held out his hand and counted off reasons. "Hit by a car, Police, Neighbors…" He listed several scenarios in which this could end badly.
Gage York was the kid that kept to himself a lot. He favored the Black/Dark color, Goth look. So did I. He had a distinctive hoop earring in he left ear. Which was often hidden by his semi-long brown hair. He wore the cliché 'MMA Elite' Hoody, Unzipped, Revealing a plain black tee-shirt, as well as a pair of black jeans, with a slight tear at the knee.
I myself, sat cross-legged on my bed with my laptop resting on my thigh, somewhat blocking out the argument/discussion. I had one ear bud in my ear, which was connected to the computer, with The Good Life by Three Days Grace, playing through it while I scrolled through my facebook news feed.
"What about you Matt?" Trevor asked, pulling me into the conversation. I looked up to see all eyes on me. "What?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Don't you think Gage should come with us?" I thought for a moment and shrugged. "I could care less, that is his choice." A groan fell from Trevor's mouth, hoping I would've taken his side.
Gage dropped his arms and gave in. "Fine, I'll go." He said, Defeated.
Trevor gave a small fist pump in success. "Awesome! Quynten, The bag is downstairs, right?" He nodded. "Yea, I'll go get it." Quynten said, heading down the stairs of my room.
I lived in the attic, so it was basically my own haven. My escape from the cryptic, hypocritical world that we lived in.
Gage tilted his head slightly. "Wait, what bag? What is in it?" He asked, his voice now with curiosity, instead of annoyance.
He waved his arm in dismissal. "Nothing, Just stuff to sneak out." He smirked slightly, as Quynten returned to the room, setting a gray duffel bag on the bed next to me.
The bag hitting my bed knocked me out of my trance as a looked at it, curious of its contents, as was Gage.
Trevor opened it and pulled out four black shirts. "What are they for?" I asked.
"I'll tell you in a minute." Trevor smiled and pulled out a long gray object.
"What the fuck?" I exclaim. "Y-You brought weapons!" I yelled, not caring if anyone heard me.
He pulled out several guns. REAL guns. This time, it's my turn to panic. "No fucking way!" I exclaimed.
Trevor groaned. "Hey hey hey! We're going out to mill run, its fine!" He explained.
At this I calmed down a bit. Mill run is a large open area near my town, it was known for kids bringing guns to shoot. There have never been any accidents that the cops knew of, so they never banned it.
"Okay good, I thought we were going through the streets with them…" I took a breath of relief. Now gage was definitely ready to go. He always had a fascination with guns, from air soft pellet guns, to real ones.
He also pulled out straps, ammunition cases, bullet cartridges, and other items. I watched as he made sure the clips were empty, and the guns as well, before he put an empty clip into the chamber, and put them in the bag. As he put them away, he named each one. "306 Rifle. Hechler & Koch MP5k. Five-Seven Tactical sidearm. 12 gauge Maussberg."
I smiled and glanced at him, then the bag. "Can I use 306?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No, I already assigned us guns. I get the 306, Gage gets the MP5, You get the Shotgun, and Quynten gets the Five-Seven."
I grinned. "Ooh, Shotgun" I said with an evil, and somewhat sadistic tone.
Quynten groaned, not happy with his assigned choice. "C'mon man, a pistol? Seriously?" He said, obviously upset.
Trevor laughed. "Puh-lease. One, the rifle would break your shoulder. Two, The shotgun would push you back a foot every time you fire, unlike Matt's fat-ass.
"Hey!" I objected, punching him in the shoulder. He was right, I was a bit on the chubby side, but he went to far.
"And lastly, the MP5k would recoil out of your hands." He finished.
Quynten scoffed and crossed his arms. "Whatever."
"That, and I am a better marksman than you are." He shook his head in dismissal.
I smiled and stood, finally asking the question everyone had hoped for. "Okay, so when are we leaving?"
Well, not bad for my FIRST chapter. I have a terrible problem with them being short. I try and try, but they always end up being shorter than they look. I'll try to get better. Read, Review, and Enjoy!