Matched Rivalry
Author: Raptor
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

Jones' eyes widened when he saw Jason unleashing a gun, with his hand on the trigger guard already. And in a split second, a whip-crack sound exploded out of the barrel.

“Jones!!!!!!” Kenny yelled at the top of his voice when he saw Jones pacing towards Jason, immediately the gun was fired.

Coming to the realization that the gun shot he heard was fired towards Kenny. He quickly lunged at Jason.

They both crashed to the ground together, rolled together through the wet, dirt, and the thorns and the broken branches, tearing and punching and growling at each other.

A large tree root hit Jones in the head, making his ears to ring. Jones got more advantageous with the punches as they rolled down the broken branches.

Jason was looking rashly for his pocket gun but couldn't remember where it had fallen.

Another resounding punch came from Jones and he couldn't block it.

Jason held him as he rolled, making Jones to roll on alongside. They rolled down the hill, the world flipping and flipping
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    Teaming Up

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    Most Wanted Men

    The Warden paced forth and back in his office, thinking frantically about what to do, while Officer Alex just stood there with his brown eyes peering down in a confused state. “Do you have any idea of the consequences of what you've done?” The Warden spoke out, but still walking around, looking confused as well.He just couldn't control all that was happening. He felt gullible, trusting that silky voice of Jones and falling prey to his plans.“I thought you were to be trusted. What happened to all the trust I had in you? The faith, everything I have taught you all these years we've been working together.” He added, breathe out heavily and finally took his seat.“Sir Aaron, I didn't…" Officer Alex was interrupted before he could even utter the next word.“Don't address me by my name. Address me like everyone else, you've lost the trust. So don't ever!!” Warden Aaron said with his forefinger gesturing a no.“Sir… Sorry, Warden,” Alex paused for a while, “I didn't do it. I will never a

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    Forever Running?

    The inmates flee through the woods speedily as the cool breeze brushed their faces. They were able to see clearly now, since the sun was just starting to rise, but not fully set.Jones pushes branches of trees that were covered with dew as they made their way through the huge forest. His cheeks were already red as a result from the exertion, and his blue prison suit was soaked with sweat and water from the trees.From the way they were panting, it was obvious they had been running for hours, and they didn't even stop for a moment despite there was a need to.The prison guards didn't stop chasing them, so they had the chance of resting. They kept tracking them with the use of dogs, and dogs barking always raised an awareness of the guards' proximity to them. They seem to be on the trail of the escaped prisoners. “Come on! Jones,” Kenny gasped to Paul, who paused to catch his breath. He was so exhausted, but he had to keep running if he wanted to escape. He took to his feet and joined