Still Family

(Hunter's POV)

I slowly opened my eyes to see a dimly lit room. I freaked out, I wanted to get up but my right hand was tied to something rough on my left side. I couldn't see it properly.

I focused for a bit and realized I was cuffed to the bed.

'For god's sake.' I thought.

I focused on the rest of the room to know what it looks like.

There were two beds other than mine, both empty. The door was to my left side. The ceiling not too high. There was a window as well, not too big but enough to light a room in daylight. It was night time though so it was pretty dark. The bed I was on was hard and there was nothing comfortable about it.

'Goddammit. This is so uncomfortable.'

I tried wiggling a bit to find a comfortable state on the bed but I ended up making it more uncomfortable.

'Fuck's sake.'

"Anyone here?" I said out loud.

No response.

I rolled off the bed and stood beside it where my hand was cuffed. But as I did that my back fired up in pain.

"Fuckin hell." I whispered.

I barely stood straight but with a lot of pain.

'The wound.' I thought as I remembered Henry's stab.

I felt sad and angry at what he had done. How could he betray me?

I looked down at the cuff and then around the room. I was looking for something to break it because it didn't look sturdy.

I saw a crowbar on the other side of the room.

'How can I get there?' I asked myself.

I tried pushing the bed a bit but it was too heavy and my back fired up in pain again.

"Asshole." I said to my own back.

'Great, now I'm talking to my own back, top tier craziness.' I smiled at myself.

I tried pulling my hand but again to no avail, it was too strong, yet not sturdy enough to handle a hard blow.

"Think damnit." I said to myself.

I started hearing muffled voices coming from the other side of the door. I knew someone was coming to the room, so I quickly got back on the bed and tried my best to be in the same position as I woke up in.

The voices were getting louder and clearer every second. I recognized one of the three voices. It was my uncle. The other two voices were a man and a woman.

"Listen Henry, when he wakes up you will bring him to us and we will know how to deal with him, okay?" Said the woman.

"Susan, he's my nephew, my last remaining family. I will do anything for you just please don't hurt him." My uncle said.

"You stabbed him, why the fuck do you still care about him?" Said the man.

Every second the footsteps got louder and the voices clearer.

"He's still family." My uncle said as the door opened.

I tried my best to hold my breath and not move a single muscle.

"Henry, we will only talk to him. Don't worry." Said the man.

"I trust you with this, Ben, please don't hurt him."

'Susan and Ben. Huh.' I thought.

"Okay now leave him something to eat or drink and then come meet us in our office. You have five minutes. Don't test our patience." Said the woman named Susan.

"Alright I will be there in less than five minutes trust me." Said my uncle.

I could hear two pairs of footsteps leave the room and close the door behind them.

"Hunter, I know you are awake." He said.

"What the fuck, uncle." I whispered angrily as I opened my eyes and turned to him.

"Look, this was the only way to prevent you from dying in their hands believe me. Now I will leave you this bag, it has food and a gift. Use it well kid." He said as he turned to the door.

"At least uncuff me you backstabber." I said, still fuming in anger.

"That, I can't do. Take care kid." He said as he walked towards the door.

"Henry Smith." I said as he stopped "We are the last of this name and you are feeding me to the lions? Never did I think you would go that low." I said

"Look well enough kid. I'm sorry I had to do this to you. I hope you find it in you to forgive me." He said before going out and closing the door behind him.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I was shocked and even angrier than before. I wanted to punch him in the face but I was cuffed so I had no chance.

I got up the same way I did the first time but I was in more pain.

"Goddamn backstabber." I whispered to myself as my back was hurting like hell.

I leaned down slowly and opened the duffle bag with my left hand as my right one was still cuffed.

In the bag was some canned food, a rolled backpack and a radio.

My heart skipped a beat as I took it out. On it was written:

BAMF

PITA

X

BAMF was circled.

I knew exactly what this was. I held it up close to my mouth.

"This is BAMF here." I said.

"Bamf, thank god you are alive. Pita reporting here, there should be a little metal pipe in the duffle. Use it to break the cuff. We are on borrowed time so you best be quick. We will be waiting, over."

"Roger that, over and out." I said.

I immediately hung the radio on my belt. I quickly searched the bag and found the pipe. I took it out and admired it a bit.

"My life saver." I kissed it before hitting the little chain as hard as I could with pipe wielded in my left hand. It broke on impact and I was free. But it made a loud thud.

"Nice." I smirked.

I opened the backpack and stuffed the canned food in it as fast as I could. Then I rolled the duffel bag and stuffed it in the backpack.

'Tables have turned duffel.' I laughed to myself quietly.

I took the radio out again to report.

"Pita, this is Bamf, I'm free, over."

"Great, now out the window." Pita said.

"The fuck?" I questioned.

"It's just three stories you can live. Aren't you Bamf?" Pita said.

"I'm Bamf but that's suicide."

"It's that or die. Over and out."

'Fuck.' I thought to myself.

I stepped closer to the window and saw that Pita was right. I was on the third floor and the fall was not too far because the ceilings weren't that high.

"Anytime now." Pita said through the radio.

I heard footsteps approaching the door quickly. I froze in place for some reason.

The door opened and three armed men rushed in but stopped when they saw me. All three looked middle-aged and tough.

"NOW BAMF." Pita shouted.

"Get his ass." The one in the middle said.

I came back to my senses after that and leapt out the window.

I landed on a covered springboard which launched me a few yards away but I wasn't hurt and that was what mattered. Just my back was killing me from the pain.

I held the radio and the pipe at the ready

"Now run to your 3 O'clock." Pita ordered.

"Why don't you come and slap me too dumbass." I shouted at Pita through the radio as I started running to my right side.

"I will when you get here." Pita said.

"Where the hell am I going?" I asked.

"To stay alive. Now there are assholes at 2 O'clock and 9 O'clock so be careful, they shoot." Pita warned.

"I'm gonna deflect the bullets with my pipe." I said sarcastically.

"Oh yeah until one comes right at your head and you flop dead, now keep running but to 11 O'clock." Pita said.

I went a bit to the left. It was an open field with some buildings.

'The back side of the Capital.' I thought to myself.

Suddenly bullets started flying left and right at me. I ducked a bit only to hurt my back more than it was already hurting.

I felt my shirt getting wet from behind.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself as I realized the wound is open again.

"Aye Bamf, nice red drawing on your back." Pita said through the radio.

I didn't know what to do or say apart from ducking my head and running.

"FUCK YOU PITA." I screamed into the radio.

I got close to a house which had a glass door.

'Don't do it.' I thought.

"Do it." I said.

I brought my hands up to cover my face and jumped shoulder first into the door.

The glass broke and was scattered all over the floor as I fell on top of all of it.

I felt the glass piercing my skin and burning sensations all over body. I got up quickly and saw stairs leading up so I went upstairs. I went to the further-most room and closed the door behind me.

"The fuck dude?" Pita said.

"I wanna live dude." I said.

I saw a kid sat in the room staring at me with wide eyes. He was frozen in place.

"Hey kid, it's going to be alright. I was going now." I said before opening the door and sprinting out.

"DAAAAAAD." I heard the kid screaming behind me.

I sprinted downstairs and saw that there was another door on the opposite side of the glass door. I ran towards it and went out from there.

"Keep it 12 O'clock dummy. No more house break-ins." Pita said.

"You best hope I die or else I'm gonna kick your ass Pita." I screamed into the radio.

I felt like my legs were going to give up. I was no longer able to run.

"Pita, I can't run anymore." I said.

"Come on not much left."

"I'm going to faint, I'm losing too much blood." I said.

"I will intercept you in a bit. Look back at the building you came out of." Pita instructed.

I turned back to look at it and then it exploded into millions of pieces.

A gigantic explosion within the building caused it to just crumble down, sending objects all over the place.

I turned back and continued going the way I was going. With one thing in mind.

'Uncle Henry.'