Forsaken World (Book 1): Innocence Lost by Thomas A. Watson Read Free Book Online Page B

car. I got out, and he charged me, so I punched him, then one of his friends came up behind me and bit my arm like a sissy. Neither of them tried to fight me, only grab and bite me like little bitches.”
    Lance looked at Jason’s shirt and pants, noticing blood splatters on the front and a long smear on his back. “How did you get blood all over you?”
    “Beat the shit out of them,” Jason said, holding up both fists and they could see the bruises and cuts on his knuckles.
    “You hit them more than once and didn’t knock them out?” Ian asked in disbelief.
    “Shit, they had to be on something, but I finally pounded one in the face till he didn’t get back up,” Jason grinned, pulling off his shirt. “The blood on the back is from Melody. One of their girlfriends ran up and bit her while I was kicking the shit out of the guys.”
    “You have to call the police!” Lance shouted.
    “Hey dumb ass,” Jason snapped. “I wasn’t supposed to be there.”
    “But—” Lance started, and Jason held up his hand.
    “We did call the cops, but they put us on hold. I took Melody to the hospital, but there were a dozen ambulances and cop cars there, so I just took her home, and her mom bandaged us up,” Jason said as he pulled his t-shirt off, and they saw several more hickeys on his body.
    “Damn, are you sure Melody didn’t bite you?” Ian asked, raising his eyebrows.
    Throwing his shirts across the kitchen into the laundry basket, Jason said, “You need to chill, squirt.” He took another drink of orange juice. “Why are all the lights off?”
    “We didn’t want anyone to know we were home,” Ian said.
    Jason nodded. “That’s good; a cop at the hospital said the rioters were after people,” he said, yawning. “I’m beat, guys. Wake me if you need to.”
    They watched Jason head out and heard him walk up the steps. “Should we call Ms. Penny?” Ian asked.
    “What can she do? Jason’s taken care of, and the house is locked. If we call her, she will just have to get out in the riots,” Lance said.
    Nodding, Ian groaned, “Yeah, you’re right. But be damned if I’m going to sleep.”
    “Let’s fix some coffee.”
    Ian grinned. “Lots of cream and sugar,” he said, moving over to the coffee pot.
    They walked back to the living room at the front of the house and stood back from the windows, sipping their coffee. They both jumped upon hearing a gunshot. “That was in the neighborhood,” Ian said as a faint scream resonated outside.
    “So was that,” Lance said with a shiver.
    “Fuck this; I’m playing a game,” Ian mumbled, walking away from the window. “You joining me?”
    “Not yet. Let me finish my coffee,” Lance said, taking a sip.
    As Lance stood looking out the window, he heard Ian changing disks and soon heard the Resident Evil theme playing quietly from the den. “Ian, you’re very weird,” Lance mumbled, looking over at Carrie and Jennifer’s house.
    He grinned, thinking of Jennifer. Lance wasn’t blind or stupid. Jennifer was hot on so many scales it should be illegal. But her dad worked for the Attorney General, and even to Lance’s young mind, that was enough to turn him away. Ian could care less if Jennifer’s dad was on the FBI’s most wanted list.
    “Hope they’re okay,” he mumbled, sipping his coffee as another gunshot sounded off close, making him jump. Then, he heard gunshots closer and looked down the street past his house and saw the flashes as someone shot rapidly at a person following them. Lance took a step closer to the window, watching the person running down the street popping off rounds behind them.
    When a person darted from behind a car, tackling the shooter, Lance jumped back as the person that was chasing the shooter dove on the pile. With the full moon and street lights, he could see they were fighting, but the two seemed to be trying to bite the shooter as the shooter hit at them. As one leaned down, Lance heard a scream and knew that the