Chapter 73 What next?...

Jay had not been disappointed when he saw maybe 4 or 5 men riding the cart out of the building as it exploded and burned to ashes.

He spotted a very familiar man, a man he loathed so much on his knees, head down with the most heartbroken expression. Jay immediately recognized the man, he was their leader, the murderer of his parents. The man he loathed so, so much.

He wasn't so far from the end of the cart's trail so he wouldn't miss a chance of finishing them off. He got up from his spot and slowly made his way to the end of the cart's trail where he would meet them face to face. If all goes to plan, he'd make it out in one piece, but if it all goes wrong, he's willing to die with them.

Jay stood still as the cart was nearing him, he had planted a bomb that will countdown 5 minutes when triggered. When the cart stopped right at the end of the tracks, Jay came out from the shadows of the trees.

"Well, well, well....look who we have here? Is the oh so 'great' leader of the Fallen Angels crying?" Jay mocked the devastated guy who stood up. "What? Are you pissed? Perhaps you want nothing more than to cut me open..."

"I should've known you're fucked up in the head! I should've killed you along with those pathetic parents of yours!"

"Yeah you should've. But too bad you didn't, now I get a chance to fuck you up myself." Jay picked up the blade he set down on the ground. "Tell me how it feels to get your limbs cut off!"

Bang!

A gun went off as Jay slumped down on his knees in excruciating pain, "Damn you!"

"Jay, this is the end!" Rick said as he picked up Jay's blade raising it in the air, "Say hello to your hot ass mother of yours for me."

Bang!

Another gun shot went off as this time Rick was the one to get hit. He screamed and swore as the two men standing near him caught him before he face planted on the ground. The others charged towards Jay, only to be shot dead.

Click! Jay had set the bomb on countdown.

"Who's the fucking sniper?" Jay was now pissed, he wanted to end them. "FUCKING SHOW YOURSELF!"

"It's us Jay." A distant voice echoed.

Jay turned towards the voice when he felt a blade slash his back. He knew he shouldn't have turned his back on his enemies.

"I should've killed you when I had the chance!" Jay punched the two guys and gave them a good beating before he cut their heads off and watched as their heads slid down their shoulders. "Now, Rick...Should I make a little pouch out of your mens hearts and eyes?"

"You fucking BASTARD!!!" Rick charged with all his last remaining strength and managed to knock Jay down. He raised his heavy fists in the air and punched Jay. "I won't let you off!"

Jay threw Rick off his body and stood up. "Well then, have a fun time in hell." Jay tried to sprint before the bomb explodes, but Rick had other plans for him.

"I'll take you with me!" Rick was cling for dear life, while Jay just stood there.

Bang!

Jay felt Rick's arm loosen around his neck and not long after, it fell limp and the body of Rick fell. Dead.

Jay's P.O.V

My body relaxed and I fell along with the dead body of Rick. When my brain registered he was dead, my body lost all it's remaining strength as the adrenaline wore off.

All that was running through my mind, all I can think about was that it was over; what next?

I spent all my the time I had left all into ending Rick, but what was next? Do I go back to gramps and everyone else? But I've abandoned them...will they take back someone who left them behind?

The pain I was feeling had lessened as I got used to the constant waves of pain, I managed to roll myself to face the sky. It was such a nice day. One of the best, the sky was clear with no specs of clouds to cover the sun. If I didn't come here today I would be on a picnic with all my family...and a dinner date with Amber...

I guess this is it...I feel so tired...

My eyes started drooping and my breathing slowed, my eye lids closed as every muscle relaxed. I was holding onto my consciousness and just focused on staying awake.

"What have you done Michael???" a voice nearing me said.

"Don't worry he's fine." Gramps?

"Sorry Amber I didn't mean to shoot but you sneaked up on me!"

How did they know I was here?

"Good thing he always kept his glasses with him." Gun?

I guess they placed a tracker on me...

"Let's get him home."