Author's Notes:

You want action? Well here you go!

Finally had the time to put out an actual chapter instead of some thousand word piece of crap that seems like it was written by a five year old.

Ah, nothing like a good run to get the stress out of your system. I decided to take a nice jog through downtown by myself, just to take in the surroundings. In reality, and I hate to admit this, I felt like I'd spent too much time with Rainbow lately. It's been way too long since I just had some me time y'know? I should probably get with Alex and/or Skyler some time soon to hand out. I've been so tangled up with Rainbow that I forgot I still have a life outside of her. So here I am, Monday afternoon after school, taking a nice jog through the streets of downtown Jacksonville.

"Ah..." I breathe in slowly and let out a happy sigh as my head bobs up and down while I run. I focus solely on the music blasting through my headphones. The setting is perfect too, a bunch of beautiful, tall buildings with the sunset reflecting off of them. I've been so stressed lately that I forgot to enjoy the little things in life. Most of my stress is coming from school. While quite a large majority of the students love Rainbow, some of them still give me trouble because of her. Remember Jack? He's back with his arm in a sling. I'd bet you my life that he'll be after me once he's recovered again. He's not the only one that's been a real asshole lately. Pretty much all of the football team (the biggest assholes in town) love to mess with Rainbow. They'll pluck the feathers off her wings or some shit like that, and it's pissing both of us off big time.

Have you ever gotten the strange feeling that you're being followed? Well I'm getting that right now. My biggest fear since being kidnapped is that there might be more people looking for me or Rainbow. If those guys I killed have any other connections, their friends might come after me, whether its for revenge or to get Rainbow. Either way, I don't like the idea of somebody looking for me.

That's when I notice it. A black van a couple of blocks back has been following me for quite a while, I just never really gave it any thought until now. I don't turn around, as I don't want them to be aware of the fact that I'm on to them. My heart jumps into my throat as I realize it's the exact same van that those other pricks kidnapped me in. Shit, these guys are with them!

I try to blend in with other people on the street, but that's not really working as they still follow me around every turn. I come across a coffee shop and quickly slip in. I take out my earbuds and place them in my pocket. I lean down and try to catch my breath. I can't call the police... what would they do if they found out I killed five people? I didn't leave any evidence at the crime scene, and I doubt the police even know where the warehouse is. I could probably say I did it in self defense, but who knows what the court would say. I'm eighteen now, so I could be tried as a murderer if my story didn't check out with the jury. No, I have to deal with this on my own.

"Sir, can I help you?" The girl behind the counter says with a curious yet friendly smile. She looks to be maybe in her late twenties. If only she knew what I was going through. There's no way in hell I'm going back to that damn warehouse.

"Uh, no... no thanks. Just catching my breath." I say as I hold up one hand to her.

"Oh, okay. Just let me know if you need something."

And that's when three men walked through the door. They look younger than the men who took me the first time, maybe in their twenties or thirties. I can tell they were affiliated with the other men because of the symbols on their jackets. I had seen them on the other men's jackets, but never really gave it much thought. The symbols look like bloody knives. Because that just screams "Hey! I'm a friendly guy!"

The three men glance at me before sitting down at a table close to the door. They probably don't want to make a scene in the cafe. I have to get out of here, I can't stay in this place forever. I casually open the door and walk back out into the cool evening air. I start jogging at a slow pace until I'm a good distance from the cafe. Then I start to sprint.

I turn to see the three men quickly jumping back into their van. That confirms it, they're definitely after me. Fuck me. I'm eighteen, I shouldn't have to put up with this shit! I can hear their engine start as I turn a corner and start heading for the center of town. I have to get back to my truck, but that's on the other side of the fucking city! I parked it in front of a sports store on the edge of town. It's a good three miles away! Just my luck...

I see the truck swerve around the corner at a terrifying speed. I can't blend in with the people on the street, because there's barely anybody out here! I take a turn through an alley, hoping to throw them off guard. Unfortunately, they come to a screeching stop just in front of the entrance to the alley. Two buff men jump out and start sprinting right for me. I start to topple over trash bins and boxes as I increase my speed. This isn't good. I have to go three miles, and I'm already starting to run out of breath. This is just not turning out good for me. With every passing second, the men just seem to gain on me. Will I have to try and kill them too? I don't think I could do it out in public like this. At least the warehouse was secluded and its likely that it will never be found by anyone other than this gang.

"Go the fuck away!" I yell as I exit the alley. I run out onto the street where I'm almost plowed over by a car. It comes to a screeching stop, and the driver yells something at me, but I don't hear it through the blood pulsing through my head.

Then I spot it. My saving grace. A bike just sitting in front of a little store across the road. It's not tied down or anything, and nobody's really watching it. I don't really give a shit about stealing right now if you couldn't tell. Morals be damned.

I hop onto the bike and speed off down the sidewalk. I see the black van pull up in the street, and the two men jump back in. The van's tires screech as they try to get a grip on the pavement. I haul ass down the sidewalk, hoping to lose them. To my dismay, they quickly reappear a few blocks behind me. Fuck, Rainbow where are you when I need you!? If she was here, then she could just carry me onto a roof or something. Scratch that, I'm probably too heavy for her to lift. The only bright side of this, is that they're coming for me, not Rainbow. That means this is probably an act of revenge, not to try to get to Rainbow... Then it dawns on me. If this is all for revenge... they aren't going to kidnap me... They're gonna straight up kill me!

"Hey watch it asshole!" A man yells as I pass him at a high speed, almost plowing into him. I ignore him and keep peddling as fast as I can. I can feel the muscles in my legs straining from overuse. I can't stop now though, if I do, I'm as good as dead.

I turn into a wider alley than the last one. I peddle down the center before realizing that it's wide enough for the van to fit through. An explosion rings through the air, and one of the walls sparks in front of me. Holy shit are they shooting at me! What the fuck! What a cheap ass move! I start to swerve to try to dodge incoming bullets. Thankfully they fucking suck at aiming. What is this? Some shitty Michael Bay movie? Hell, if I didn't know any better, I'd say I was in some kind of story.

I swerve out onto the street, only about one mile away from my truck. If I can get a good jump on them, I'll have enough time to get in my truck and get on the highway. I would still need to make it across the highway and into the suburbs. Shit, I should've just ran there instead. Who the fuck runs in the city anyway?

I can see the parking lot in the distance, and a spark of hope sparks inside of me. I pedal even faster, the muscles in my legs begging for relief. Sweat pours out of every part of my body, and it sucks. My hands keep slipping off the handles, and my pants are sticking to my crotch in a very uncomfortable way.

I practically fall off of the bike as I stumble towards my truck. I can barely breathe, and my legs are doing a horrible job at supporting me. I quickly pull myself into the driver seat and start up the engine. I can see the van approaching quickly from down the street. Thankfully they stopped shooting once we got out of the alley. I guess they thought we had enough privacy there to shoot.

I floor it onto the street that leads to the highway. Ten miles, that's all I need to travel. I look in the mirror to see the van quickly speeding up on me. Fuck the laws! I'm trying to save my ass! I speed up over the speed limit and start taking turns like a guy out of an action movie. I get to the exit that leads to the highway and quickly turn off. Once I'm in the right lane, I check behind me again to see... they're gone. I sigh with relief, but my heart quickly jumps when I see them practically next to me. These fuckers just don't give up!

I have two choices. I could try to lose them by speeding down the highway, but that would put me in danger, as well as innocent people. However, If I could somehow make the van crash, I could easily get away. I think the second option sounds best, and I start to slowly drift towards the van. I look up at the passenger window to see one of the men holding a revolver, and it's pointed straight at me. I quickly swerve to the left and my truck slams into the van. Both of our cars start to spin around in circles, and the cars around us have to swerve out of the way or come to a stop completely. My car comes to a stop after smashing into a guard rail. Pain shoots through my arm as I realize a shard of glass has stabbed right through my shoulder.

I grunt and pull the glass out as quickly as I can. Lightning bolts of pain shoots through my entire body, and I start to wish I hadn't done that. I look up through blurry eyes to see the van a few meters behind me, and the engine is smoking up a storm. A flame shoots up from the engine as the inner workings of the car ignite. I quickly pull into reverse and take off down the highway, leaving the entire scene behind me.

My shirt is soaked in my own blood as I speed down the highway. Almost home... almost home...

I pull onto my street as my head starts to spin. I feel extremely light, and my vision is starting to blur. I come to a screeching stop in front of my house as I tumble out of the truck. I land on the ground, my legs still weak, and roll onto my back. I yell as pain shoots through my body once again.

I turn my head to the left to see my entire family, Rainbow included, running out into the yard. Rainbow screams in a horrified manner when she sees the blood on my shirt. I must have hit a vein or something. Rainbow takes off, and quickly appears right in front of me.

The last thing I see is Rainbow's face. Her mouth is moving but I can't hear her...

Then everything faded to black.