Chapter 31: I Want to Live not to Die!!

The rebel was approaching Farhan from the entrance. Everyone got alert and aimed at him undistracted. He had scars and cuts on his face and his clothes torn.

Joe tried to confront him.

"Where are the others? You didnt showed at the rendezvous and why the fuck you didnt contact us" Joe was worried.

Farhan grabbed him from his arm and held him near to himself while staring at the rebel.

"I am sorry, they will kill me!!! Please save me" he was mummering to himself.

"They have killed the others, they will also kill me" he was walking towards them.

"Stop!! Stop right there, I said Stop where the fuck you are" Farhan yelled at him but he just continued approaching him without looking at him talking to himself.

"Don't shoot!! No one will fucking shoot!" Joe ordered them.

"What the fuck should we do!" Joe turned to Farhan while repelling his steps and asked him softly.

"He has fucking selled all of you, I am afraid we are in trouble"

Joe was scared as hell. Rebels had pinpointed the weapons on him.

Farhan pointed his Magnum at him to prevent him from getting close to them.

"Stop or I will fucking shoot you!" He awared him angrily.

"No, No, Don't shoot," the rebel mummered in a faint voice. He didn't looked normal. He was walking and talking to himself.

Farhan suddenly realized and pointed his Magnum at him.

"What's inside the jacket?"

"Show me the fucking jacket!!" He yelled as loud as he could.

Suddenly Farhan heard gunshots in the woods few yards from the hideout. The gunshots were getting closer and closer in every second.

Farhan couldn't think what to do at that moment. Rebels panicked and were reckoning here and there in fear. They also heard whirling of the helicopters rotors and police vehicle routers and sirens.

The rebels were confiscated at the campaign at the downtown and  had told them about the hideout.

Suddenly the rebel blasted and it was all blank. Farhan tried to jump as far as possible.

It was very loud and inaudible to his ears. His ears were beeping And his head aching.

Firing started as the red jackets and Fostor along with men entered the hideout. Farhan was covered with dust and dust dizzy coughing painfully. He opened his eyes and saw blazing bullets and heard screams and gunshots.

He dragged himself and took cover behind the table. He was gasping crouching behind the table while some bullets penetrating the wooden table.

He reckoned around when he saw a red jacket fired an RPG which shredded the group of rebels repelling them.

The hideout was crumbling as grenades and blast were penetrating it. It was a dog fight with dirt and dust and blood flying around.

He realized Joe yelling at him. He glanced and saw taking cover behind orange  Lamborghini tire.

"Get the fuck here!! We have to go" his voice struggling between the gunshots and blasts.

The wine bottle was still placed on the table. He tried to grab it but a bullet hit it and shattered it into pieces. He reflexed back behind the table.

"What the fuck are you doing?!!!!" Joe screamed at him.

He grabbed the glass of wine placed next to the bottle and drank it wildly. He mustered his courage and went for it holding his Magnum.

He was struggling in the gunshots trying to embrace. He also shot some bullets blindly trying to prevent their aim. One of the bullet touched and passed his jacket as he felt it but he managed to reach the Lamborghini.

"Let's go!" Joe exhaled.

He opened the door but suddenly in the crowd of the dog fight, Fostor rained bullets on him. 

"Motherfucker!!" He was not able to complete his sentence as he crouched back. Joe had entered the Lamborghini and ignite the engine while leaning in the car.

Farhan didn't had a chance to enter the Lamborghini. Due to anger he started to punch the tire. Fostor was closing in on him as he had locked his sight on him.

He tried to lean try to shoot him but Fostor had locked his aim on him and he was unable to move from the cover.

"You won't get away this time, Cocksucker" Fostor yelled but a Rebel rained his bullets on him and he got distracted.

Farhan took the opportunity and slides from the bonnet of the Cayman parked along the Lamborghini towards the black Mustang GT with black wide rims.

Joe drifted the Lamborghini while it's tires slipping in the mud and producing thunderous sound.

He saw Jackson rushing toward the car.

"Let me drive!!" Farhan told him.

He throwed the key to him and in a second Farhan entered the beast throttling it's engine.

Soon he heard echoing of the sports cars exiting the hideout from the back side of hideout which was situated to the highway.

He didn't knew much of the rebels but he saw Jimmy in a Red Supra Turbo with an anonymous rebel raining bullets at the red jackets.

Jackson entered the Mustang as Farhan drifted out of the hideout.

"Chase those Assholes!!" He heard Fostor yelling as he glanced backwards.

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Duke was passing by when he saw Officer Jeff's vehicle outside Farhan house. He jumped out of his car and looked at his house.

He saw the broken window. He got suspicious as it was almost midnight what was Officer Jeff doing. He pulled out his pistol approached his house.

He gently pushed the door as it was already open. The lights were on. He entered carefully and saw blood and broken appliances with bullet holes inside the wall.

He reckoned around and saw Officer Jeff at a corner near the back door grunting in pain. His head was bleeding.

He approache him slowly.

"Help me!! Those motherfuckers, Farhan was behind the fucking assisanation!" He told him in a faint voice.

"I don't give a shit!" Duke answered angrily.

"But you wanted to kill him don't you! I will help you just.."

Duke looked away preventing eye contact.

"Why do you care?"

"I know about that night!!!! He is keeping your secret in his heart but for how long!!! He is unpredictable" Officer Jeff tried to convince him.

Duke was soon into deep thoughts holding his pistol.

"He is a threat to all of us!! We have to erase that motherfucker together!!" Officer continued.

Duke answered after thinking a bit

"I don't need your help. I have nothing to do with you!!" .

"Go fuck yourself!!" He stood up and started to walk away.

"Don't do this to me, you rapist!! I will fucking kill you. You will rot in jail" he yelled at him.

In anger Duke turned around and fired at him. He hit the floor near him to scare and shut him up.

Officer Jeff shutted his mouth staring at him.

"Don't fuck with me, I am already fucked up!!!"

Duke continued to the door. He switched off the lights and locked the doors.

"Die in here you son of a whore" he mummered and left the house.

"I will fucking kill you, I swear to God. You Dickhead" he heard officer yelling at him from inside the house.

Duke loosened his tire's nozzle and the air inside the tube rushed out and soon it emptied. He shot the other tires and   entered his car and drove off.

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They were throttling their engines on the highway. It was pitch black and they could each others headlights and eye catching car's colors.

It was a fierce chase as everyone was running for their lives.

Farhan had pushed the car through it limits and was in one of the leading cars. The police vehicles were chasing them and raining bullets on them.

Farhan took the packet of cigarette from his pocket and pulled a cig by his lips. He lit the smoke and started puffing it while pushing the accelerating pedal real hard.

The speedometer was above 240 km/h and still increasing. His silence was spitting flames. Jackson would lean glance back and fire few shots.

"Fuck!! Fuck it Fuck it" Jackson mummered rapidly.

Soon they heard cuffing of helicopter rotors closing in.

"They have comed prepared!! They must also have dug our graves!" Farhan confessed while accelerating the Mustang.

The traffic was normal and getting even more less as they felt danger getting in their way.

They heard lamborghini engine thundering and soon it was next to them. They helicopter got on top of them.

The helicopter was installed with a browning gun and soon it got in action.

First it tried to shoot Supra but Jimmy was too good at tackling.

But it managed to blew few of their cars which exploded. Copter was like their trump card.

"Fuckers!!!" Jackson yelled.

Both the drivers started to drive the cars zig zag tackling the traffic. Some of the bullets hit their roof but they were preventing most of the bullets.

"Someone take out that Copter!! God Dam it!" Jackson yelled as he pulled a rifle from behind. He leaned out and started shooting the copter while his hairs flying in the air.

Farhan was focusing on tackling the traffic and puffing his cigarette. He was enjoying the life threatening speed of the car as it's throttling engine was giving him kick.

Jackson rifle bullets were useless until a RPG hits the copter. The copter buzzed in the sky trying to maintain it's balance and soon was out of their sight. They saw fierce flames far away from to their left side in the dark.

Jackson took a long breath and cheered the rebels driving the rover. The rebel was still leaning outside the rover holding RPG.

They were cheering and didnt realize that the police vehicles had got close to them.

The rebel in the rover screamed as a bullet hit him. He fell from the rover and was dead in an instant. Rover's rear tire crossed over his skull and  lost it's balance and hit the fence as policemen were raining bullets on them.

Soon the rover went off road and dissapeared in the woods with a flame and blast.

Farhan and Jackson didn't had time. Their widescreen and Rear screen broke. They leaned down while Farhan struggling to drive while leaning down with cigarette in his mouth.

He also heard some bullets hitting the dashboard and side mirrors as it flew away broken.

"We have to distract them!!" Jackson yelled.

An idea tickled Farhan's mind. He downed the few shifts and held the brake and accelerating pedal together.

They rear tires rustled slipping on the road. Police vehicles got even more close to them as they lost their speed. They struggled a bit but soon it was smoke all over behind them.

Other sports car took their opportunity and drifted next to them and did the same.

They smoked the whole road behind them giving them a blind spot.

"Go,Go,Go!!" Jimmy yelled from his Red Supra Turbo.

The engines throttled once again and they went very far from them.

"Fuck!! Fuck" Fostor punched his steering wheel violently in anger.

Jackson was taking heavy breaths.

Farhan looked to his left as the orange Lamborghini window glass started to lower.

Joe raised his hand gently holding a cigarette. Farhan looked at him as he blinked his eye and signed them to split up.

The highway splits into two roads ahead. One that was curled to the downtown while the other leads out of the town.

Joe shooted up his Lamborghini and passed them easily.

"Motherfucker!! He is challenging me!" Farhan mummered.

"No offence!! He got the wheels" Jackson confessed.

"Not so fast" Farhan giggled as he chased Joe's Lamborghini.

"What are they up to" one of the rebel asked Jimmy who was sitting next to him in the supra.

Jimmy chuckled.

"They are fucking crazy!! Farhan has got a style" And they could only see their car's rear red lights as they were disappearing from their sight.

Farhan was almost near to him when Joe lowered his window glass once again and shove his head as he was appreciating his driving.

"Just a little more!! You can do this!" Jackson praised him while gripping the dashboard firmly.

In craze Farhan drove his car aggressively and crossed him and cheered in joy.

In a tenth of second the cars splitted. Joe turned towards the downtown while Farhan curled towards the right out of the downtown.

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Edgar had took her abroad. They were living in a hotel near a shore. Kristin was in her room while Edgar was out of the hotel.

It was a luxurious room with every thing that was necessary. Kristin was wearing her pink nighty sitting in her bed.

She was having a bad time and was tired of hiding. She never wanted that life.

Freedom has no price.

She dialed Jessica and waited for her to respond.

"Yes!"

"Heee...Heyy" kristin hesitated a bit.

Kristin is that you?" She asked surprisingly.

"Yes.. it's me"

"I am shocked that you called me!"

"You must be cheering to have him?" Kristin answered sadly.

"What do you mean!" Jessica was annoyed. She was alone in her house in the countryside. It was complete silence in the countryside.

She was feeding a lamb and talking to her on the phone.

"How is he?" Kristin diverted the conversation.

"I don't know? But I guess he is not right, Why is that he always stuck in a problem?"

"I am asking this question from myself from the day first!" She confessed.

"Is he living with you" Kristin hesitated a bit.

"Yes, he is" Jessica confessed.

"Can you give him my message?" Kristin requested her.

"I will but please don't do this!"

Jessica took a long breath.

"I have spend some time with him. He is trying too hard to wash away your memories"

"You must have done sex also, are you in love with him?" Kristin was curious for her answer.

"Shouldn't I be?"

"He won't love you!! I know him"

"I don't think so, He is happy with me, trying to forget you"

"Did he suceeded?" Kristin asked her desperatly and waited for her answer curiously.

"He can never forget you!! I tried my best to help but I failed, What is so special in you which I lacks" jessica asked her.

"I don't know but Our love was like a burning fire.

"I think he will never be able to love someone ever" Jessica confessed sadly.

"Please take good care of him, you are only one left to him" Kristin advised her worriedly.

Kristin heard her door opened. She rapidly ended the call.

Jessica was annoyed. She placed the phone aside and started to feed the lamb.

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Edgar entered the room dizzingly. He was drunk struggling in the room. He was mummering sloshingly.

"Who was on the phone?"

He fell on the ground.

"Mother! I was talking to my mother"

Kristin rushed to him. She aided him to stand up.

"Leave me alone!! I don't need your help"

"Okay!! Just sit here" he sat on the bed with mesmerizing eyes.

Kristin was standing staring at him worriedly.

Edgar stood and tried to kiss her but she resisted.

He took a deep breath irritatingly.

Suddenly he held her tight by her hairs

"I am trying so hard to make you happy!! I love you, Why dont you understand" he inquired irritatingly.

"Just tell me what should I do to make you love me?"

"You are hurting me! I will never love you" She grunted in pain and pushed him.

He got aggressive and threw her on the bed. He got on top of her while she resisted but in vein.

He tored her suit violently and held her As she continued resisting with her weak body.

"I am you fucking husband and I am allowed to do what I wish to" he was angry trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

She struggled to free her from him but he dominated her. He stretched her legs and grabbed her breast.

He went hard on her while she yelled in pain helplessly.

She was crying as tears poured from her eyes seduced by Edgar painfully.

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The police and red jacket were still chasing them. The were getting closer on them.

Fostor was near the split.

The red jacket looked at him as he was questioning to follow whom.

"Follow the black Mustang!! He won't get away that easily!"  He answered as he was frustrated on his defeat.

"It leads out of the town! It can be dangerous!"

"I don't care!! Just follow them"

He took right turn out of the town.

Most of their men followed Joe into the downtown as Jimmy and Rebels followed him while only Farhan and Jackson went out of downtown.

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"You are a fucking street racer!!" Jackson cheered him.

Farhan didn't answered him as he was busy smoking the cigarette with pleasure.

"Where is the rendezvous?" Farhan asked him.

"Nowhere bro!"

"What the fuck are we gonna do now" farhan inquired annoyingly.

In flash of light Fostor chased him and hit his car from behind violently.

"Shittt" he yelled as he lost balance and he was trying to control the car on the road as the car was drifting.

They rained bullets on him.

Farhan shooted his car while Jackson shooting at them.

Fostor knew that they will get away as they were driving a beast so he leaned out and tried to shot the tires.

And he suceeded. One of the rear tire's rim contacted the ground and sparks and flickers blazed. He was struggling with the steering wheel  while the rim rumbling melting the rim due to friction. He was loosing speed when suddenly the car collided with the fence.

Soon the car was floating in the air while Farhan holding the steering wheel and Jackson the dashboard. The screamed.

Due to large momentum the car was threw down rolling like a ragdoll in the woods where it was dark.

Fostor braked his vehicle and rushed to the fence to checkout. He couldn't neither see the car nor any sign of them.

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Farhan opened his eyes panting like a dog. He felt his body lifeless. Everything was blurred and he could see the black Mustang squeezed with smoke rising from it.

Bombs were blasting in his head. He dragged himself with the help of his hands to the car. The head and rear lights of the vehicle were still shining.

He realized a severe pain in his abdomen. He looked at it and saw a edgy piece of glass stabbed in it.

It was on the opposite side of his previous wound and blood was leaking.

He laid down as he was curious to see his wound and blood.

He thought that it was the end of him. He was looking at his wound worriedly and taking heavy breaths.

He saw Jackson approaching him while limping. He had some scratches and was holding his arm close to his chest.

"Are you all right?" He asked while gasping.

"I want to Live!! I don't want to die here" Farhan confessed grunting in pain.

"We have to go! They will soon be here"

"I can't move, I will die here in this dark"

"Just leave me here! Go, I don't want this life, I am tired of it"

"Let me die in peace!!"

"Shut your fucking mouth" Jackson ordered him.

They were alone and helpless in the dark woods. They were trying to deceive their death.

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