III
The radiant glow of a lightening bolt striking near by, brightens the room long enough for Clem, Jake and Virgil to see a huge man standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
Jake points his flashlight at the door and shouts, "Who the hell are you?"
"The last son-of-a-bitch you wanna fuck with, so I suggest you and your swamp rats get out now while you still have the chance."
"He's a cop," Jake shouted.
"Like that makes any difference, listen boy, you're the one that needs to move on. I outta warn you, we have no problems blowing a bullet hole in your black ass," Clem growled.
"You gotta better shot at blown my dick than putting a bullet in me."
"Let's see about that darkie," Jake barks, withdrawing his Smith & Wesson and firing off a single shot at the intruder, simultaneously a flash of lightening followed by a loud blast of thunder leaves the tall man perplexed as to whether he hit his target. "Where'd he Go, do you think I hit 'em?"
"It don't matter none, there's three of us and one of him, spread out, we'll nail that black weasel."
"But what about, uh..." Virgil exclaims nodding his over to Jenny on the bed.
"We'll take care of her soon enough, she ain't going no where, now do as I say boy," Clem ordered.
Clem holds his rifle waist high as he exits the room, followed by Jake and finally Virgil.
Clem directs Virgil to stay upstairs, and check the other rooms, while he and Jake conduct their search downstairs.
Virgil stops just at the doorway of another bedroom. He hesitates wishing he could have fulfilled his destiny by inserting his love stick inside the woman back in the master bedroom. The vision of her beautifully dark tanned body, huge breasts, baby blue eyes, shinny blond hair made his cock spring to life, causing him to become distracted with the mission at hand.
Jenny lies in the bed, still trying to figure out if the man who interrupted her certain doom, had a bullet hit him, she silently prayed that this was not the case. The evening started out so nicely. Her husband finally accompanies her son on Boy Scout camping trip, she forgoes staying at her sister's house, preferring to relax at home and catch up on some reading. Unfortunately everything went to hell, when a powerful storm wrecks her garage, a group of country bumpkin crystal Meth runners, enter her house, claming that her husband owned them money, he's having an affair and now that the amount of money promised to them is not here, they plan to rape, kill her and burn down her home as well, not your average quiet evening to be sure. Yet there was reason to hope, to wish, and to pray.
Virgil crept inside the room and quietly discovered that it belonged to a young adolescent boy, judging from all the video games, toy trucks and cars. He noticed the window busted open and made his way over to examine it further. Just as he reached the window a strong blast of thunder rang out, a branch flies through the window, causing him to nearly jump out his skin. A strong gust of wind blows through the window and suddenly the closet door slams. Raising his hand gun he slowly walks over to the closet when he feels something cross over his feet. He looks down prepared to fire and sees, what appears to be a small hamster dashing across the room. Gathering himself, he swallows hard, grasps the closet doorknob, and yanks it open, aiming his weapon in case anyone might be inside. He shines his flashlight inside the closet and realizes no one is inside.
He sighs in relief just as a pillow case covers his head. He tries to raise his weapon, but feels a sharp elbow to his head, as he's thrust across the room and thrown out the window.
The stranger stares down at the boy, who doesn't seem seriously hurt, but is injured nevertheless.
"Hey Pop, did you hear that," Jake calls, rushing into the living room to find his father.
"Ya damn right I heard it, it sounds like somebody outside."
"Well what do you think we should do?"
"Go outside and check it out."
Jake moves a few steps toward the front door, when he noticed his father wasn't accompanying him. "Uh...hey Pop, ain't you coming?"
"Of course I am, but I'm going out through the garage, if he gets the drop on you, I'll get the drop on him."
"Good thinking Pop," Jake nods his head in agreement and then steps outside.
A strong gust of wind nearly blows the tall man over and he steadies himself on the side of the house. Covering his eyes from the stinging rain, Jake creeps along the perimeter of the house and discovers a figure crawling along the ground. "Alright you, don't you move or I'll blast a whole in your ass."
"Jake you dumb-ass redneck, it's me Virgil."
"Holly shit, Virg, what the hell are you doing out here?"
"Making mud pies dickhead, somebody threw me out the goddamn window."
Virgil is helped to his feet by his older brother, do you think it was that cop?"
"Who else, come on, let's get back inside, and get that bastard.
Jenny hears someone entering the room and immediately lifts her head to see the cop coming toward her. Her eyes widen as she realizes he's black and extremely well-built.
"Are you okay ma'am?"
"Jenny nods her head in affirmation.
"Don't worry, I'm getting you out of here," he states before snatching the tape from her mouth.
"Thank god for you sir, did you get those maniacs?"
"I threw one out the window, the others are checking him out, lie still," he replies, releasing her legs from the weights, "we don't have much time before they return."
No sooner does the words leave his mouth than the sound of the three men running up the stairs enter his ears. Ripping off the rest of the tape, he pulls her from the bed. "Listen I need you to hide in the closet over there." He points to the other side of the room.
"But that's' the first place they'll look."
"That's exactly what I'm hopping for, now go and be quiet."
Jake enters the room first followed by Virgil. "Damn she's gone, he let her go."
"Don't worry little bro, we'll get them back, just keep your eyes and ears open."
"Jake taps his brother on the shoulder and directs him toward the closet.
