Chapter
2
All three of them men left the room, locking it behind them.
“Oh my God” Brian moaned.
“It’s alright we’ll find a way out of this.”
“Kev, quit bein’ so freakin’ optimistic,” Nick yelled. “You heard
him we’re dead! They are gonna kill us! There’s nothing we can do about we
might as well accept it!”
Brian, Howie, Kevin, and A.J. stared at Nick, shocked at his
outburst.
Nick looked down, almost ashamed.
“I’m sorry guys, I’m just scared.”
Brian spoke up, trying his best to comfort Nick. “Nick we’ll find
a way out of this. Some how, Some way we will, I promise”
“Let’s just think this through,” A.J. rationally suggested.
No one said a word they all sat lost in thought. Kevin and Howie
discussed a few plans. They realized that none of them could be pulled off.
Brian continued talking to Nick. Calming him down. A.J. remained silent.
Thinking, but coming to no logical way out of the mess they were in.
After fifteen minutes they slowly drifted off to sleep the
basement growing quiet, until only the peaceful breathing of the five young men
could be heard.
Two hours later two men, larger then the others they had seen
before, walked in. The five of them exchanged glances. Fear living in all five
sets of eyes. One man stood by the door,
not saying a word. The other inspected the five Backstreet boys. He told A.J.
to stand up. A.J. obediently did what he was told. He then walked over to Brian
ordering him to stand up.
Kevin, Howie, and Nick were then ordered to stand up. The second
man walked over to the three and the ropes were cut from their wrists. They
were then told to sit down.
The first man, Jack, led Brian and A.J. out of the basement.
The second man, Craig left Nick, Howie, and Kevin locking them in
the basement.
Jack took Brian and A.J. outside.
“Oh dear God,” A.J. murmured as they were guided to a huge stack
of wood. Jack pulled a gun out of his right pocket. You try anything funny
you’re dead.
Brian and A.J. nodded scared out of their wits.
They worked stacking wood into a shed all day long. As the day
wore on it got hotter. The sun boring down on Brian and A.J. There were two
sheds and 2 large stacks of wood.
“God, look at all of this,” A.J. said to Brian, as they started on
their second stack.
“I know we’re going to be here all day.”
Three in a half-hours after they originally started Jack
approached them. Okay boys let’s go.
After the wood they raked for two long hours. After that they were
ordered to pick up sticks.
With a smirk on his face, Jack informed them that it was ninety-two
degrees out. Right then and there A.J. wanted to attack him. If it weren’t for
the gun he would have.
“A.J.” Brian yelled worry taking over, afraid that A.J. would do
something stupid.
“I’m fine Bri,” reading his thoughts. “I’m not going to do anything
dumb.
Brian smiled faintly.
The worst of all was chopping wood. It was supposed to be the last
chore of the day, unless it took longer then one hour to get the job done. Then
they would be faced with punishment. They were both pale and didn’t have much
strength. They were worried they wouldn’t be able to do it.
Brian stopped for a minute to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Brian glanced over at A.J. long enough to witness his eyes roll back into his
head, as he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Brian was immediately at his side. “A.J. oh God please wake up,
please!” Tears streamed Brian’s face as he began hyperventilating, from shock.
Brian lay on the ground breathing heavily. His mind raced. He couldn’t
comprehend what was happening or where he was.
Jack ran over bending down, checking A.J. for a pulse. Once
satisfied, with the weak pulse, he turned his attention to Brian.
Brian lay on the ground unmoving. He stared off looking nowhere in
particular. He struggled to breathe.
Angrily Jack walked into the house, never taking his eyes off the
two men on the ground.
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