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I toss the flare gun to the side. It's useless at this point. The only thing we can do now is hope that Wendell's bow and arrows are durable for killing Rodger.

"Let's go." Wendell says. I ignore him for a second. A light just turned on inside the building. I take a look at a particular window on the side. It looks like something's blocking it. "Angie, are you listening to me?"

"Hold on there cousin!" I say, "I think I know what to do."

"So do I. I'm gonna go in there and slice Rodger's neck before he even says anything."

"No. He has a gun. He'll just shoot us. We've got to do this right." I slowly walk forward. It takes a few minutes to get to the window. I have to stand on my tip toes to peek inside. In front of me are a bunch of shelves full of stuff you'd normally see in a garage: jugs of oil, rusty hoses, toolboxes, a spare tire, and other things among that.

I gently push the window up just a crack. Thank god it didn't make any noises. Off to the right, I see that evil red feline causing all of this: Rodger. Towards the front of the room is someone who's tied to a chair. It's a bit of low light, but I think that's Todd. His clothes are ripped up and his nose and cheek are bleeding. Rodger appears to be holding a revolver and is refilling it. 6 shots, I mentally note.

He turns around to Todd. "Well now," Rodger says. He may be a kid, but behind that higher voice is a dark and sinister conscience. "Now you've bastards have done it. You killed every single one of my friends!! Don't you know what you have to say for yourself?!" Since when did he become Todd's mother? He raises the gun to Todd's forehead.

"You started it. You kidnapped all my friends. Not to mention threatening to kill us all!" The fox replies.

"No. You started it! You and your precious boyfriend killed by brother and his friend Ray." Rodger's paw starts to twitch. It's only a matter of time before he pulls the trigger.

"Ray and Allan were picking on me and they almost killed Wendell."

"Only because shitheads like you shouldn't be in this world!"

"Same to your kind: terrorists."

"I terrorize those who need to be!"

"You need to get your head checked!!"

"Not a wise thing to say to a guy holding a gun. Your loud mouth friend did that to me and let's just say, she won't be saying anything ever again. Now, what was it you called her? Jani?" The world stops for a moment. I sink to my knees and am this close to ripping someone's fur out. Anger, fear, rage, tears all build up inside of me. I'm falling into a dark abyss and am spiraling.

Spiraling.

Jani. She's alive. No she's not. Rodger killed her. He could be lying. He's not. His voice didn't sound like it. It's definitely something he'd do.

Jani. My roommate and best friend for a long time.

Jani. She was my closest thing to a sister.

Jani. She was there for me when I met Dexter. Gone.

All gone.

I grasp my head to stop from yelling out. I breathe in through clenched teeth and hold back a scream.

Wendell pulls me to my feet and drags me off a few feet to the side. "What happened?" He whisper-yells.

"What happened?" I whisper-yell, "That son-of-a-bitch killed Janelle!"

"What? When?"

"I don't know! He said that she got loud mouthy and then he must've shot her!"

"Are Dexter and Tom ok?"

"I don't know!! And why are you worried about Tom?! You've only known him for several days!"

"These are our friends, Angie! And another friend, who happens to be the one I'm gonna marry, is trapped in there! I do not want the man of my life to just... die!!!" Wendell starts to cry, something that rarely ever happens.

"Wendell!! What about Bruno? He's in a coma!" I point out.

"Yes! But he's alive! Todd might not be if we don't kill that fucking cat, right now!!"

"Well c'mon then!" I say. We walk back to the building. An image of Janelle being shot to death by Rodger passes through my mind. Focus, Angie! I'm not letting this guy get away with it.

I look at the ceiling inside. The lightbulb is uncovered.that gives me an idea. "Wendell."

"Yeah?" He says.

"Think you can take out that light bulb?" I ask.

"But cats can see in the dark."

"Just trust me ok? If the light goes out, hopefully he'll blindly fire off all six rounds and then we can take him down."

"But what if he accidentally hits Todd?"

"Well just have to hope he doesn't."

"No way. I'm doing anything to put my fiancé in harm's way."

"Just get ready to shoot a bow." Reluctant, Wendell takes an arrow and pulls it back, aiming for the light bulb inside. I whistle loudly and Rodger turns around. Wendell releases the arrow and the lights go out. Rodger fires his gun in our direction but thankfully we got out of view from the window. I count off the shots he makes. Three. Four. Five.

Six.

That's my cue. I jump into the window into the dark room. I land on both feet. Someone (we all know it's Rodger) kick me in the side and I bend over. I lunge out and grab that little punk. I throw him to the side and he crashes into the shelves. I hear Todd frantically moaning but his lips sound shut. Rodger must've tied his muzzle shut.

Rodger kicks me again and flips me onto the ground. He punches me in the muzzle hard. I think he might do it again, but someone else (probably Wendell) hurls Rodger off of me. I don't know what he's doing to him right now but I know he's fighting him hard.

As I put a paw to my nose and start getting up, my paws find some sort of bucket. When I lean down to smell what's in it, it smells... familiar. It's strong and doesn't smell good. But then I recognize it instantly.

"Wendell!! Towards the window!!!" I yell then pick up the bucket. I hear him grunting and Rodger fighting like hell. After several seconds, I hear something, or somebody, getting tossed across the room. Bucket in both paws, I hurl the material towards the window and I hear a splash.

"What the fuck is this stuff?!" Rodger yells. I take out a lighter that I've always hid in my shoe and light it up.

"That..." I say, "would be kerosene." The tiny flame illuminates the room just enough to see a few feet in front of me.

"No. NO!!" Rodger yells frantically.

"Tell me one reason why I shouldn't." I say. "Because! I've still got people! You kill me! They'll kill you!"

"No they won't. Let me tell you why. You're 11. A kid. A whiny fucking kid. Also a murder of innocent people. No one's going to listen to you."

"Lies!! I've got them all wrapped around my finger!" Rodger says.

"Nope. The second you're dead, the blackmail ends there. Because that's what you did. You blackmailed everybody to work for you. To kidnap for you. To be a lawbreaker for you!"

"You guys started this fucking war!!!!" Rodger yells.

"Wrong!!!! You did!!" I yell. "You and your dumb ass brother! It's people like you that are ruining this planet!"

"No! It's people like you supporting people like him." He nods towards Todd.

"That's my friend. He's getting married in a few months. You were willing to ruin a relationship over a fucking personal vendetta against one fur. Not only that, but you've killed someone without second thought and you've possibly mentally scared others and put someone in a coma and who knows when the fuck he'll wake up?" Rodger trembles as he knows he's seconds from death. If we wasn't such a bastard I'd almost feel bad for him. Thankfully, I don't. Keeping the flame lit, I aim my wrist to throw it at him, but he grabs something in his paw.

"I wouldn't." He says. "Or I'll shoot Todd." Shit! He has a gun! "Or I could just shoot you instead!" He aims at me. Wendell kicks Rodger in the chest and grabs the gun. It fires off but I don't know where it hits. I have no more time to think. I throw the lighter at Rodger and he instantly bursts into flames. Wendell has backed up a few feet and watches as the cat burns to death. Rodger screams and kicks in hope of getting the flame off of him.

The sight of a little kid dying like that really hurts on the inside. However, it's not as much when it's someone like Rodger. After a minute or two of hearing screaming, his body goes limp and his chest doesn't rise nor falls.

Reality hits me as the flame become too bright and the heat builds up fast. I tune around to Todd but notice something that I think Wendell noticed first.

"Todd?" My cousin whimpers. Todd's head is limp and there's a bullet hole between his shoulder and chest. I walk over and take his paw. I press two fingers down and feel something bump.

"He's alive." I say. "Shit we need help!" I take out my cell phone. There's still no bars on it. I walk out the door to the right and I'm back outside. Wendell holds on to his fiancé, who's almost on the verge of death.

It raise my paw high. Still nothing. You've got to me kidding me! I look at the door then the building. If I jump from the top of the door, I might be able to reach the roof. Maybe I can get a signal from there.

I place a foot on the doorknob then lift myself and grip the top of the door. Slowly, I pulls my feet up and balance myself on the top of the door. I'm scared to fall, but know I won't because I'm desperate.

I jump as high as I can and my paws just barely grab on to the roof. I pull myself up and roll a few feet before standing up. I must be about twelve feet in the air by now. I get out my cell phone and try again. No signal.

"Seriously?!" I accidentally say out loud. I have to get higher.

I look around. To my right, there's a thick enough branch that might hold me. It's far away, but I might make it if I jump. I walk back as far as the roof will let me and, with a running start, jump as far as I can towards the tree. I grab onto a branch before I can fall. I pull myself up again. These branches will hold me. I see another a few feet up and I grab onto that one. Then the next one a few more feet up.

Up.

Up.

I must be about fifty or fifty-five feet high by now. I get out my cell phone again with somewhat high hopes.

"Finally! A signal!" I yell, then dial 9-1-1. I sure hope Wendell can get Todd out of there before that fire spreads.

"911 emergency, can I help you?" A voice on the other line says.

"I need an ambulance and cops right away." I say hopefully not too quickly.

"Where's your location?"

"Brenner street. We're at the building on fire."