Kay - Young Shooters part 11
~ROB'S POV~
My body shivers under the Sheriff's intense stare. I can only hope that he shows me a little mercy. Hell, what
am I talking about?
Austin was a mean bastard. He just used me. I saw it in his eyes when the big man shot me. He didn't care!
He just left me laying there in my own blood.
I lean in to his touch as he caresses my cheek, knowing that he's the only thing standing between me and the
hanging noose. My savior.
He grins at me and I shiver once again.
"Austin's trained you well," he whispers in appreciation.
I'm surprised as he starts to check my arm. I even flinch at his gentle touch.
"You'll need to see the Doc," he says softly, grabbing my other arm and leading me along.
I lower my head as the other townsfolk stare at me. I'm startled to see the bodies of several Alliance
members scattered on the ground. I recognize two of them immediately. The Dudley's. Damn, who would've
thought that these people could have taken out the Dudley's and Austin. Hell, they even got Booker T.
Kurt grips my arm tighter. "Crime doesn't pay," he whispers into my ear as he pulls me along behind him.
~MARK'S POV~
Almost losing Adam caused me to realize how deep my feelings are for him. Hell, I couldn't live without him.
Walking toward the saloon, I can't hold back my emotions any longer. I smelled the lingering scent of
gunpowder in the air and remembered how it felt to watch the young man point the gun at Adam.
I shoved Adam around to the back of the building.
"Mark?" Adam asked questionably.
I pressed my body against his, pinning him against the wall as I covered his mouth with my own.
I growl as I feel him trying to push me away.
"No," he gasps.
I look at him puzzled then press my lips to his, as my hands explore his body. I won't take 'no' for an answer.
"Stop," Adam whimpers as I finally release his mouth.
I frown, as I know I can't stop. I have to have him right now.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I watch in horror as the huge man presses my brother to the wall.
I hear Adam tell him to stop, but he ignores his pleas for mercy.
No! I won't let him hurt my brother!
Without any hesitation or warning, I jump onto the big man's back and land a barrage of blows to his back
and head with my fists.
I yelp as he easily tosses me off and grabs me by the throat as he continues to press Adam against the wall.
~ADAM'S POV~
I look at the small blond who just attacked Mark. I watch as he squirms helplessly in Mark's iron grip.
As he thrashes about, I notice the cross hanging around his neck.
"Christian?" I gasp.
Mark looks at me and then to the man gasping for air. He releases the young man and he drops to his knees,
holding his throat as he tries to breathe.
"Christian. It's me, Adam," I whisper as I drop to my knees beside of him.
"Adam?" Christian whispers as he raises his face, revealing the trail of tears that has started to flow from his
eyes.
"Christian," I scream, pulling him into my arms, squeezing him tight.
I jump as I hear a clicking sound. I look up and see a huge dark-haired man pressing a gun to Mark's temple.
"No!" I scream as I see fear on Mark's face for the first time.
~RAVEN'S POV~
I must admit Rhyno's body feels pretty good as he pressing me to the ground.
He thinks he's in control, and I chuckle silently to myself.
Does he know that there is a party of braves just over the hill? One scream from me and he's minus a scalp.
He stares down at me and I whimper.
Yes. Me of all people, whimpers.
He's so dominant, like a ...... wild manbeast.
I jump as his hand slowly moves up my thigh, caressing it with a light feathery touch, and I can't control the
moan that escapes my throat as it disappears under my loincloth.
"You still gonna scalp me?" He asks, chuckling at the shivering of my body.
I shake my head and he smiles.
When he leans down and kisses me, and I return the kiss hungrily.
He moans and I can feel his grip on me weaken. I'm startled as he moans and collapses on top of me.
I roll him over and stare at him in confusion.
I look at his leg and understand immediately. He's lost too much blood.
~BENOIT'S POV~
Jericho is looking at me nervously as I pack the saddlebags. He had been awakened by the gunshots echoing
from Prosperity. It didn't take a wise man to know that Austin was trying to take over the town. I had to get
there and see if I could help.
"It's Austin," Jericho whispered, his bottom lip trembling. "He'll kill me when he finds out."
I can tell he's scared and shaken by the gunfire.
I tilt his chin up, "I won't let him hurt you."
He laughs, but it comes out more like a sob. "He'll kill us both."
I shake my head as I help him get dressed, almost hating to cover up his beautiful body.
"Are you going to be good or do I have to tie you up again?" I ask dangling the rope in front of me.
"I'll be good," he whispers.
I smile as I turn to finish packing the saddlebags.
Damn, he's beautiful.
~JERICHO'S POV~
I can't let him take me to Prosperity. If the people won against Austin, they'll hang me for being part of the
Alliance. If Austin won, he'll kill me for failing him.
As soon as Benoit turns his back, I take off running.
I'm not really running from him, but from what will happen to me once we leave camp.
I gasp as his arms encircle my waist, dragging me back to camp. He tosses me roughly to the ground, forcing
my hands behind my back and wrapping the ropes tightly around my wrists.
I struggle helplessly under him.
"Stop it!" He growls into my ear.
"You don't understand, they'll kill me!" I scream.
He holds me, trying to calm me. "Shhh, I won't let anyone hurt you."
He helps me up onto his horse and I struggle with the ropes around my wrists. I kick the horse in the flanks,
but he doesn't move.
Benoit chuckles as he mounts my horse. I realize why he placed me on his horse.
Damn!
Even his horse is trained.
I sigh as we slowly leave camp.
"Please," I whimper.
"Sorry, but you belong to me now boy."
~HUNTER'S POV~
I ride blindly into the void of the hot and dry desert. My tears sting my eyes.
I let him down again. I ran away again.
Don't he understand that I'm not perfect?
I can't settle down.
I yelp in surprise as my horse suddenly rears up, knocking me off. I hit the ground with a hard thud.
I shake my head as I look up, trying to focus.
I gasp as I see a tall, dark Indian warrior standing over me.
I instantly recognize him as being the leader of a renegade group of Indians. What was his name? The Rock.
My eyes widen in terror as he lifts his knife above my head. I close my eyes, accepting my fate.
