Chapitre 7: Chapter Seven: Sympathizers.

 My iron clad ability to remain calm was shattering by the second. I cannot let them feed Avery to their fiends. I was slowly but surely losing any ounce of composure I had. I knew it would all catch up to me soon. What on God's green earth am I gonna do? 

 "You see all these bloody cars?" Jacob gestured to the vehicles. 

 "Oh wow, no they're hardly noticeable." I said, dryly.

If this is how I'm going out, I might as well use my last breath to talk shit.

A few of Jacob's cronies laughed. Even Jacob's corners of his mouth tilted slightly in a grin. 

 "Feisty. Say," Jacob stepped closer to the car, "What's your name anyhow?" 

I didn't say anything. Fuck him. I don't want to ever hear my name leave his disgusting lips.

 Jacob shrugged, "Fine, you ain't gotta tell me. But I bet the little guy in the back seat will." He raised his pistol and aimed it right at Avery.