Follow The Blood Trail

"I know your're mad Kingsly, but I had faith that you would escape. Plus that cop won't be going very far. I did place spikes in the driveway. He'll be flat in hours. He threatened to kill my family Kingsly. Luther called me before you came and said that you would arrive and try to kill me. So, from there he told me that if I didn't slow you down from finding him he would have his assassin kill my family and make me watch. Don't be angry Kingsly. I know my brother, and he knows where to hit the hardest. Call me when you read this. I have information for you. You can trust me. Luther thinks that you on your way to a high level prison. Trust me. 888-7394. -Seth" I had to hand it to him, some how he knew that I would barge out alive. Pulling out the cell phone I dialed the seven digits. Each number I pounded, was a heartbeat that I wish I had. I felt no remorse for thrashing into the cop. He was between me and my main goal: to retreive Draven and kill Luther. I stared at the cop's blood trail down the road as I listen to U2's "Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me" on Seth's ringback. My eyes blacken at the sight of the blood trail. Memories start to flash in. The cops pain. His face. The taste.
"Hello?"
I snap back to reality. "Seth. It's Kinglsy."
He sounded relieved. Like he wasn't sure if I was going to call.
"Kinglsy. I knew you were going to be ok... how.. "
"Seth, cut to the chase. What information do you have for me? I'm trying to forget the fact you delivered me to the cops."
"I told you. Luther threatened to kill my family Kinglsy. He knows I have one of the codes. He told me that there was no reason to ask for the code because he knew I would just lie to him. So instead of asking me for the code, he told me to slow you down and he would get that code another way. Kingsly, I want to tell you that code. I'll tell you the other code too. I would tell you Draven's too, but she kept that extremely secret. No one knows it but her. I want you to know both codes, that way...if something does happen to me, you'll have the part of the combination to the formula. My code goes first. 13-27-12-10-14#. The other code that Luther has goes second. 19-33-8-2-20*. Then Draven's is last. And Kingsly, Bishop was lying. Luther isn't at your old apartment. He's holding her in a shack. In the woods."
I know where he's talking about. My mind flashes.
"I thought you were stronger than this Kinglsy. I get more of a chase from birds."
Then a sharp pain throbs through my veins.
"I know where you're talking about. Seth, I'm sorry you were dragged into this."
Seth gives a chuckle. "Kingsly, I'm his brother. I've been in this longer than you think. And so has Draven. But that's her story to tell you. Take care Kingsly. And please, don't give up in your fight. Remember who's with you. Remember who's team your fighting for. You have a choice. You always have a choice."
"Seth? What do you mean? Seth?"
Click.
I try calling back, but all I hear echoing is the sound of voicemail. What was Seth trying to say to me? What had I been bitten into? The blood trail stared at me through the trees. Ironically enough, the trail led to the shack where Draven was being held. The Blood Trail. Jumping out of the trees, I landed solid on the leaves and ventured towards the Blood Trail. The road behind me reminded me that there was no turning back. I reached in the back of my pants pocket and pulled out my wallet. A picture of Draven stared back at me. Her blue oceanic eyes and her smile impaled my skull. "What are you hiding Draven?," I ask myself. Walking down the Blood Trail, I have a look through my wallet to see what I died with. "Hmmm, a twenty dollar bill, some matches, some credit cards, a subway gift card, and what's this?" A wrinkled paper fell out with the name of a book on it. "Sherlock Holmes and the Study in Scarlett. Love You Kingsly Bear." Kingsly Bear. I haven't heard that name in 6 months. I also haven't cried in 6 months.... Until now. A tear soiled the paper, making the ink run. At that moment, it started pouring down rain. All the objects from my wallet drop from my hands and is swept away on the Blood Trail. For the first time in 6 months, I feel sadness and come to a realization that there's no returning to the past. There is one chance and that chance is locked up somewhere. The note slides back into my wallet and I climb off my knees and trudge through the rainfall. Through the wooded area,I can see my second birth place, the raggedy, dirty shack. Stop to stare, memories flash back.
Screaming.
Hitting.
Replacing of realities.
It all happened here.
Suddenly, a woman's scream sounds from the shack.
"You monster! STOP IT! I'll NEVER tell!" .
Draven!
Threading through the woods like needle knitting a scarf, I run through the brush and past the tree that has a large blood stain on it. Next to the tree is a large, steel pipe. I grasp it as I hear another scream.
Kicking in the shack door, there stands the one who stole everything from me. My life, my wife, my future.
She's bloody, with bruises and a black eye. The dirt under her fingernails tells me she has been here longer than a few days.
But it looks as though she put up a fight with Luther. He had blood stained knees,shins, and multiple bruises on his forehead.
I walked in just as Luther was about to slap Draven again.
He looked at me, not with surprise, but a smirk as he smacked Draven in front of me.
My knuckles started to bleed from how hard I was gripping the metal pipe.
Everything started to surround in black.
"That. Was. A. Mistake."
TO BE CONTINUED....