A/N : Sorry, it was like 1 in the morning when I wrote this. It might sound really dumb in general. Just a heads up. I'll add more detail, but now it's amost 3 o'clock...so...yeah
Chapter 2 - Mr. C
I continued driving until noon, when we all just needed to get off the car and stretch our limbs and take bathroom breaks.
We stopped at a fast-food restaurant, ordered, pissed, and ate hamburgers and fries. We talked about meaningless stuff, mostly about how much we actually missed home after spending nearly a week away.
"I don't miss Nick," Ike said.
"Yeah, I don't really miss Ike either," his twin replied. "I wonder why."
Alex, who was basically silent ever since he had discovered that his arm had been broken without his noticing, asked me with a slight smirk, "Do you miss Portia?"
I nodded. "Yeah, a lot. Do you miss anyone?"
He shrugged, "Yeah, Bella," he said, and lowered his voice. "Especially because it's hard to jack off in the car."
I rolled my eyes. "About that, we should go," I said.
We went back to the parking lot outside, but I realized that I had forgotten where we had parked. We searched the whole parking lot, but our car was nowhere to be found. I didn't want to believe it, but our car was gone.
"Someone stole it," Nick said, and ejected a string of curses.
Ike threw his hands up, "We're screwed."
"No," I said. To be honest, I was really angry and frustrated, but if I wasn't calm, no one else would be. "Let's ask someone inside if we can see the surveillance video or something," I said slowly. I wondered vaguely about who would steal a car in broad daylight.
We went back in the restaurant, but before we could get to the server, a large man approached us from behind.
"Lost your car, kids?" he said. He had a deep voice that seemed to come from his belly. He was wearing sunglasses, which was odd, because we were indoors.
"Y-yeah," Ike answered, before thinking about why the man would know. I was feeling suspicious towards him, not just because of the sunglasses, but also because he knew about the car.
"I can drive you fellas home," he said. "If you pay me."
"We don't have money," Nick quickly said.
The man laughed. "They what're y'all doing in this restaurant?"
I swallowed uneasily. "Thank you sir, but we were going to ask for a surveillance video to see what happened to our car."
"Well what's that gonna help you with?" he said. "Are you going to chase them down?"
Now I was stumped too.
"I'll tell you what, kids," he said, resting a huge paw on my shoulder. "I'll take you home, then you pay me for the gas, deal?"
I looked towards my companions for support, but they seemed as uneasy as I did.
"No, really," I began. "Thank you, but…"
"But what?" He said. He pushed me towards the door. "Come on, kids. I'll give you a ride. Where to?"
I realized we had no solution out of the mess. We were probably states away from our home, and without a car, we were hopeless. But, we were a group of four guys, and I guessed we were old enough to take care of ourselves.
"Sir," I said more forcefully. "Honestly, we don't need a ride. I'll have my parents pick us up."
Nick sighed. "Well I'm in," he said. "This is a shitty situation. I'm going."
The man patted him on the back with his great paw. "That's a good kid," he said. "I guess only you want to actually get home."
He walked over and unlocked the car. It was a large, white van. Nick followed him. I held onto Ike in case he wanted to follow his brother, like he usually always did. But I knew we couldn't leave Nick with that guy. And it was no use arguing with Nick in a bad mood too.
We all then stepped towards the man, and he grinned at us. "So you've decided to come along, kids?" He opened the back door and allowed us to go in.
There was a figure, so slight at first I thought it was a girl. I stepped in the car, which smelled like cheese, and slid in next to the scrawny little boy. He had messy hair and frightened eyes.
"Hey," I said. He just stared at me as if I were a vampire.
My companions were probably wondering why the little boy was with this giant man, but we said nothing.
"Where to?" said the man.
"Danville, California," Nick mumbled.
The man started the engine, and started to drive, and eventually drove onto the highway.
"Sorry for not introducing myself earlier," he said suddenly, as he sped past the other cars. "You can call me Mr. C."
"I'm Riley," I said, quickly using my middle name.
Nick got my idea and said, "I'm Ben."
"I'm Tom," said Ike. I kicked him because he looked like he was about to burst out laughing.
"I'm," Alex said. "I'm…John…ny. Johnny."
The man nodded and grunted in approval. "Introduce yourself, my little Lamb," he commanded. I raised an eyebrow.
"I-I'm Liam," stammered the scrawny little boy in a high-pitched, pre-pubic voice. "B-but master c-calls me Lamb."
I eyed my companions. They eyed me back with eyebrow quirks.
Suddenly, Mr. C took an exit off the highway. We were far from home, and we all knew that the highway was the only way to reach this far across the country.
"Mr. C," I said. "We live in California."
"I know," he said.
"So…" Ike said. "Why are you taking an exit?"
"Because," the man said. My stomach tightened into a knot as the traffic slowed down and disappeared. The intersection we came across at was almost completely empty.
He drove into the woods, and then I realized far too late that my instinct had been right that we shouldn't have taken this man's offer. I glanced at Nick, who looked just as scared as I was.
The man stopped in front of a huge, but ugly and lonely house.
"We're here!" he roared at us. I held onto Ike. He held onto me back.
He opened the backdoor, but blocked it. He laughed, a great, bellowing laugh, and took out a large knife from his back pocket. He was going to kill us, wasn't he? If not, hurt us real bad!
Ike screamed and jumped to the front of the car. The rest of us were frozen in fear. Damnit, I knew this man was suspicious. Why did Nick have to agree? Why did we have to follow Nick? Why? But it was too late now! It was far too late. Goodbye Portia, goodbye life…
Suddenly, I felt the car lurch. I almost tumbled out of my seat. Mr. C stumbled. The car lurched again and I turned towards the driver's seat. Ike was driving from the passenger seat, but the little scrawny boy was in the driver's seat, hotwiring the car.
"Hey!" Mr. C yelled. "You scumbags!" He caught up with us, but the van moved forward again, deeper into the forest road. "You dirty little whore, you!"
Ike jumped into the driver's seat and stepped on the acceleration pedal and we headed down a random path. Mr. C lifted his knife above his head and chucked it at us. I ducked and covered my face. It stabbed deep inside one of the seats, narrowly missing Nick's head.
Mr. C chased after us, but we were way too fast and quickly got out of his sight. Then all of us, for catharsis, screamed at once.
"That scared the living shit out of me," Nick said. We wiped the sweat from our foreheads and tried to stop our shaking limbs as we pried out Mr. C's knife from the seat. It might come in handy later.
We thanked Liam, the scrawny boy, and he seemed relieved too.
"No, no," he said. "I thank you. He kidnapped me a long time ago. I do work for him. He's my master."
"Not anymore," Ike said. "Anyways, do you know where we're going with this road?" The road was winding and twisting deeper and deeper into the forest. "We're kind of lost now."
Liam shook his head. "No, Master never went this way. He told me it was full of beasts."
Beasts? Great. Now the knife may just as well come in handy.