The Wrath of Carl Gerald

Chapter Seven

“Just push her in!” Jake Boston ordered.

Sara tried to scream, but the loosened gag had been retied, and she was inside the car already.

The guns pointed at Carl Gerald stopped him from moving, making him grit his teeth.

“Sir, what do we do with him?” One of the men asked as he cuffed Sara to the headrest stays.

Jake Boston sighed before looking at Carl Gerald. “Tell everyone to get down, leave the girl in the car.”

He grimaced at the sight of Carl Gerald alive and fully healed, despite him being the one to inflict all the injuries on Carl, “You have the tenacity of a cockroach.” He stood.

Carl Gerald heart sank at the sight of the men lining up behind Jake, each giving a menacing stare. He wasn’t too fast at counting, but he counted well over twenty.

“Let my sister go!” Carl tried to put his growing fear behind him.

Jake Boston only chuckled to himself, “You, go deal with that sicko.” He pointed one of his men to Carl, before tossing him a metal bat.

The man grabbed the bat, swinging it a few times all the while keeping his sight on Carl.

‘Calm down! Calm down!’ Carl Gerald said to himself. He had no standing in martial arts whatsoever, but he was ready to do anything for his sister, the only family he had left.

The man wasted time no further, lunging himself at the unready Carl Gerald.

Jake thought it was as good as over, turning his back to Carl Gerald. He took a cigarette and lit it, “Mr. Clyde Lex should be waiting for us, let’s go.”

A scream suddenly assaulted his ears. 

“Oi, shut that…” He turned back around to see Carl Gerald still standing, meanwhile the man screaming on the floor, clenching his leg that was broken beyond recognition.

Carl Gerald was shocked at the way he handled him. ‘More importantly it’s like I could see his movements!’ He thought to himself.

“Sir…”

“Go… all of you.” Jake frowned deeply. He’d underestimated Carl.

At once all the men ran, each having a weapon. Carl Gerald, steadied himself as he began to dodge the barrage of attacks.

A club swung at Carl’s side but he twisted it and pulled the opponent in, before swinging him across the others.

Two more attacks came simultaneously from two armed men, he dodged the bat but was unable to block the knife completely as it tore his skin and the sleeve of his hospital gown.

“Urg!” He hissed before delivering a blow to send him rolling.

Carl suddenly felt the urge to give in to his instincts as a surge of power flowed through him.

A bulky goon with tattoos held a mace, swinging it by a short metal chain. He aimed for Carl, who also kicked at the mace, but retracted his foot at the last minute, swerving to the goon’s back and punching his neck.

“He pulled such a feint that needs body control… hmm?” Jake observed as Carl Gerald expressed a shocked and relaxed expression while fighting his men.

Many of his goons had been knocked unconscious, and Carl had barely sustained serious injuries.

“Retreat now!” Jake ordered his men.

The ones who were not incapacitated by Carl ran back to his side.

Carl attempted to chase them too, only to be stopped by a cold black gun, glinting in the sun. “Hey!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Jake responded to Carl Gerald’s shout. He signaled his men to carry out the sobbing Sara.

Carl watched as they dragged her out, and violently pushed her against the floor. “Stop it!” He pleaded. “Why are you doing this?!”

“Do you really want to know why?” Jake Boston asked Carl Gerald.

Carl Gerald clenched his fist tightly. Of course he wanted to know why! Trying not to upset the men, he nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off of Jake and Sara.

“Have you heard of Lex's family?” Jake asked. He put his hand around Sara’s neck, as though threatening for a response.

“I-I have… they’re one of the most influential families.” Carl said in a cautionary tone. ‘But what does it have to do with this?’ He grimaced.

“They’ve asked for such a pretty girl…” He pulled out a knife from his pocket and positioned it at Sara’s neck.

“H-hey!” Carl screamed.

“Oh stop your whining!” He pulled down Sara’s gag.

“Carl run! Forget about me and run, it’s not worth it!!” Sara screamed immediately.

“Sara don’t say such, you’re all I have left!” Carl Gerald screamed back. Tears threatened to roll down his eyes, his palpitating heart wanted to make him run to Hug Sara.

All that stopped him was the knife still positioned at her neck.

“Enjoy the reunion now, because this will be the last time you’ll see her.” 

Jake smiled at the shock reaction he received from Carl Gerald. “Clyde Lex is from Lex's influential family. He’s an up and rising Scion… more powerful than Austin Tyler’s family.”

“If you think you can interfere, think again.” He placed the knife even closer to Sara’s neck, earning a shocked gasp and a few drops of blood from her.

“Try to interfere and see how I send you to hell to go stay with your mother.” Jake Boston grinned. He’d won.

“…me.” Carl Gerald muttered.

“Oh, what was that?” Jake mocked.

“I SAID FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN IF YOU’RE NOT SCARED!!”