Chapter Nine: Traitor

While I was walking home to get a good night's rest, I heard some weird noises coming from around me. Was it happening again? No, who was it this time?

Me: "Jeez, who is it now? I've been attacked like this before, I won't let it happen again-"

I was hit with something in the back before I finished, I fell onto the ground and passed out. Not again, who did it this time? Was it? Probably was, he was probably watching me this whole time.. bastard.

After what I assume to be about five to six hours, I'm blinded by the light of day as a bag was ripped off of my head. I started to look around frantically and scan my surroundings, it was some sort of chamber that had brick walls, chains everywhere, and a trap door. I assumed this was under someone's house, probably Trevor's. I was tied to a pole and started trying to move, no use. I heard a familiar voice talking to me, I look up, and I see that snake, Trevor.

Trevor: "Well, welcome to my little hideout. You comfy?"

I shook my head and laughed, he really kidnapped me. Next thing I knew, a gun was pointing to my head. My glare shifted towards him, the guy who had taken Maxine from me. He simply smiled.

Trevor: "Kid, I'm going to have to ask you to back off on your little friend. Otherwise, I think I may have to do something that you won't like."

He pressed the pistol harder against my head, was he really going to do this? Well, I had promised that I would stop at nothing to save her, but was this really how it ended? With him shooting me in the head?

Me: "I would rather die, go ahead, do it."

Trevor: "I wouldn't pressure me if I were you, kid. Choose your next words very carefully."

I wouldn't say anything for a bit, I felt the pistol press against my forehead even harder. I don't know what happened, but I suddenly took a look at Trevor's arm, it took a bit but I noticed the slightest bit of trembling from it. I smirked before moving towards Trevor's face and saying these three simple words:

Me: "Do it, coward."

Trevor knew I wasn't taking him seriously at that point, he seemed to get ticked for a second, but he just placed the gun away from my head and proceeded to shake his own.

Trevor: "Fine kid, I don't actually want to kill you, you win."

After he had finished his sentence, I did a slight head tilt before starting my own sentence.

Me: "Then let me...