by Jeremy Lock
Sean had been working at the woodpile when the gun fire started. He saw Jason go down and knew it had to be a sniper. He got Cassidy, Teddy, Helen and Bill behind the woodpile and to reasonable cover. Sean had to get an angle on the sniper. He knew how devastating they could be. He tried to quickly and quietly move into the woods. He was able to get around 40 yds. away and found some cover. A rapid number of shots made him look back to the woodpile. There was a large group of men all moving towards the woodpile, a few had fallen from shots from the group but there were too many of them. He pulled up his rifle and started firing at the men. A scream brought his eye up from the scope. Another group of men had come from the side and behind cover and were trying to drag Teddy and Cassidy away. Teddy appeared to be unconscious but Cassidy was certainly not. She was screaming, kicking and flailing her body around trying to break free from the man. Sean fired the last shot from his rifle, striking the man, and then dropped it to the ground. He began running towards Cassidy to get her to safety but she was quickly grabbed again by another man. Sean was running as fast as he could. He drew his Glock pistol and tried to line up a shot but the large man dragging Cassidy used her as a shield. He fired and shot down another man in the area before he reached Cassidy and the thug. Sean ran full out and at the last minute leapt over Cassidy, wrapping his arm around the big man’s throat and pulling him off balance and to the ground. He hung on to the man’s throat and wrapped his legs around the man’s big barrel chest. The man fell and landed on Sean, knocking the wind out of him. Sean held on as the man fought squeezing harder and harder with his arm and his legs. As the big man struggled he breathed harder and harder and Sean was able to slowly squeeze his chest tighter and tighter. He heard Cassidy scream and he looked to her. She was fighting off another man. Distracted by this, the big man was able to strike Sean in the face with the back of his head, breaking Sean’s hold. Sean was now being held by the big man around the throat. He still had the gun in his hand and pointed at the man who was attacking Cassidy. His vision was getting fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. As he tried to aim the man holding him started punching him in the kidney area. The pain was incredible but Sean put it all out of his mind. He fired twice and the man dragging Cassidy fired once. Sean was ready to pass out. He tried and succeeded to get a small breath. Sean drove his elbow back and under the big man’s ribs over and over. As the man’s grip loosened Sean grabbed the man’s arm and pulled it from his neck. He stepped under the arm, locking it out, Sean then delivered a crushing kick to the man’s knee dropping him to the ground. Sean got behind the man and put the man in a choke hold. He held on with everything that he had. As he sat struggling with the slowly dying man Sean noticed a blood covered knife lying in the snow next to him. The snow was covered in blood. As the large man collapsed face forward onto the snow so did Sean. He reached to his back where the man had punched him. His hand came back cover in blood. Sean looked out to find Cassidy, he saw her about 10 feet away lying in the snow. He drug himself to her hoping to find her just unconscious, he could hide her with his body before he bled out, he just had to get to her.
James was now in a fight for his life. There were just too many of them and he was running out of ammunition. His pistol was empty and he had 1 round left in his hunting rifle. Jessica and Miranda were still in the fight but they were both wounded. James fired his last round out of his rifle and then tried to reload his pistol. With his cold hands and adrenaline pumping it was not easy to hand load each round. He dropped several rounds and tried to pull them out of the snow. Distracted, he was grabbed from behind by a pair of powerful arms. He tried to pull away but the arms were strong. He looked down at the enormous, dirty tattooed arms and tried to come up with a plan. Before he could think of anything he was pulled off his feet and thrown to the ground. James rolled with the throw, gaining space, in order to defend himself. He looked at his opponent and winced. The man was at least 6’5” and 300 lbs of rock solid muscle. He had a bald head, long beard and was covered in tattoos. The man wore jeans, a t-shirt and his leather bikers’ vest in the subfreezing weather. James was completely outclassed. He stood only 5’8” and just under 200lbs. The looked at him and smiled, goading him into the fight. James had trained in MMA style fighting and knew he had to approach this fight very carefully. If this man got a solid hit to his head or trapped with of his arms James was done. The man walked towards him slowly and then rushed in making his move, a right handed haymaker straight for James head. James moved forward, towards the blow and ducked, cutting under the arm and throwing his own blow into the big man’s kidney. He turned and again created space, trying to stay out of the big man’s reach. The man came again and tried to throw a jab at James nose, which James easily blocked. James continued to dance around waiting for an opening. This time the man faked a jab with his right and then tried to throw a left handed uppercut. James read the move, dodged the strike and grabbed the man’s left hand by the wrist. Using the man’s momentum, he turned the wrist, locking it into and arm bar and then drove the big man to the ground. As he fell James moved with him and ended up on the man’s back, arm fully locked out. James used all the strength he had and tried to either dislocate the man’s shoulder or break the arm at the elbow. But the man was just too strong for James to control. He bucked James off his back and rolled, unlocking his arm. James tried to pull his arm away and create space again, but he waited a fraction of a second too long. The big man grabbed his arm and pulled him in. With his other hand he threw a punch straight at James face. James used the turtle move he had learned long ago and just tried to absorb the blow the best he could. The blow struck the top of his head, near he barely healed scar on his forehead, and glanced off. James saw stars as the blow hit and had a moment of dizziness. A scream snapped him back to reality. He looked to see a group of men on top of Jessica and Miranda and his mind instantly cleared. Another rush of adrenaline flowed through his body. James threw a kick to the man’s right knee, which buckled from the sideways blow breaking it at the joint. As the man buckled to his knees James moved forward and struck the man straight in the face with a knee strike delivering every ounce of power he could. The strike drove the big man’s nose back into his brain, killing him instantly. James was up in an instant, running to Miranda and Jessica who were being dragged away by several men. James grabbed a dropped rifle and brought it up, aiming towards the group. As the rifle came up James saw the barrel of a large caliber hand gun pointing directly at him. In the exact same instant the man’s head was blown apart followed by a brilliant flash from the gun muzzle. The round struck James high up in his already wounded shoulder, knocking him back and off his feet. As he fell he struck a rock with his head and everything went blank.
Sean pulled himself up to Cassidy. He noticed the snow around her was red and soaked in blood. He lifted himself up and saw the bullet wound in her abdomen and his tears welled up. He pulled himself next to her and looked into her eyes. As their eyes met she smiled through tear filled eyes, the pain instantly relieved. Sean smiled back at her. He held her hand and pulled himself tight against her.
“It’s ok.” He whispered to her.
She smiled and squeezed his hand tighter.
“I love you.” She said in a barely audible voice.
“I love you too. Now and forever. It’s time to go to sleep now.” He replied.
They lay there together. Hand in hand, smiling until death took them, together forever.
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Jeff had heard the shots and immediately headed back to the compound. He had been nearly half a mile away and moving through the snow covered hills was not an easy process. As he crested the hilltop the scene in front of him was devastating, the trailers were on fire and bodies were everywhere. He found a perch and pulled up his sniper rifle. As he viewed through the scope the only people he could find from his group was Jessica and the two from the other camp. James and Miranda he thought. James was in a hand to hand fight with a massive man while Jessica and
Miranda were being drug away be several other men. He tried to get a clear shot at the kidnappers but he couldn’t risk shooting the women and the men were quickly moving into cover. He then turned the rifle back to the large man fighting James. The big man was now on his knees and Jeff watched first hand as James knee struck put the man down for good. Jeff looked for another target as James sped after the women. Movement caught Jeff’s eye and he centered the crosshairs of the rifle on a man who had James at gun point. He slowly pulled the trigger and watched in horror as his round struck home an instant too late. The man fired and James went down. Jeff surveyed the rest of the area quickly and took out two more targets before there was nothing left to see. Jeff then ran towards the compound. No one was getting up. Jeff thought the worst as he ran into the camp and first went to where he saw James. James had been shot at least twice in the right shoulder and was unconscious but alive. He checked for a radial pulse and found it to be strong. Jeff ripped a piece of shirt off of James’ shirt and pressed it into the wound. He then went to find the others. Jason was nearby, lying in the snow. Jeff saw the wound to his head and nearly gasped. He checked for a pulse and found one, it was strong, and his breathing was ok. Jeff cleaned off the head wound and found that the round had glanced off his head. There could be serious brain trauma still but at least Jason was alive. There wasn’t much more he could do. Jeff next ran up near the trailers where several bodies lay. Most were bikers and Jeff pulled any weapons away and left them, they were not getting any care from him. He found the Walters in the midst of several other bodies by the woodpile. They were both clearly dead, with gun shots to the forehead, as if they had been executed. He started yelling. Calling out for Teddy, Jessica, Sean and Cassidy but got no response. He kept looking around the camp but didn’t see anyone else. He ran into the now burning trailer. He needed medical supplies to treat James and Jason and maybe he could put the fire out. He entered the old trailer first and found that the rear section was totally engulfed in flames. He started grabbing what supplies he could and threw them out the door to safety but he was quickly overwhelmed by the smoke. He next ran into the other trailer. The bedroom area was on fire and was putting out a good deal of smoke. Jeff went back out and opened a compartment. He had remembered seeing the fire extinguisher here while putting away supplies before. He pulled it out and ran back inside. Using the extinguisher he put the fire out in the bedroom quickly and then headed back out, the smoke was too much. He left the trailer, grabbed the medical bag he had thrown from the other trailer and went back to Jason and James. As he ran he found Sean and Cassidy. They lay together, hand in hand, their wounds and death apparent. Jeff fell to his knees and cried as he looked over his friends. He sat there for a moment, surveying the scene and became resolute. He would have his revenge.
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It was several hours later when James finally awoke. He was lying on a couch in what had once been a luxury travel trailer. The burn marks and horrid smell of burning plastic still hung in the air. He tried to get up but the pain in his shoulder stopped him. Jeff came over to him.
“You need to rest for a while.” Jeff said calmly.
“What happened?” James asked.
Jeff told him what he had seen and surmised from the scene.
“We have to get the girls!” James nearly screamed.
“We will but you need to get your strength back.” Jeff replied flatly.
“I’m fine.” James replied.
“No you’re not. You and Jason have both been shot. You will heal and when will go get them, and we will kill every last one of those bastards.” Jeff replied, a look of pure anger in his eyes.
Thank you for reading this book. This is my first attempt at writing a book and your feedback both positive and negative is very much wanted. Please leave comments in the section provided by amazon or any other publishing site this book was purchased. Book #2 is in the works but as this is a part time hobby I cannot give a definite date of completion. I truly hope you enjoyed reading this book and will look for the second book in the series when it become available.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Prelude
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
