Chapter 13 Are You Fucking With Me? (2/2)

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Laz woke to the first sign of the sun coming into the barn and a loud shout from the outside.

”Kid, get your ass down here, NOW!” Came the roar from below the loft. At some point, Bill had let himself in but wasn't about to climb up.

Laz rolled out from the blankets and stood up, shaking some stray straw from his head. That had not been the most comfortable sleep he had ever gotten.

”What do you want?' He yelled down, having no idea what time it was.

”Time for a jog, leave your shit here in the barn and you can get it later,” Bill yelled back before going outside the open wooden doors.

Although it was a bit chilly still, the temperature was still around 10 C so he didn't feel the least bit cold. New York weather could go from -20 C in the dead of winter to almost 40 C in the summer so anything mid range was fine.

Climbing down from the loft, Laz threw his keys on the old chest before heading out. He had again forgotten his cell as he had never had much of a use for it.

”Alright, time for a special jog. I would suggest you run though as you might only make it through the day that way,” Bill commented with a bit of a sneer.

”What are you talking about?” Laz asked, still somewhat groggy from being woken up early.

”Oh, it's quite simple. About 10 miles west is the edge of my property. There is a line marked by a chain link fence. Your run today will be from here to the fence.”

”Yeah, fine. Whatever. ” Laz was somewhat unconcerned as he started moving his body towards the the treeline in an unhurried manner.

”Oh yeah, I will be following you along to make sure your not slacking off. You will want to move it since I want you to get there before noon,” Bill said while walking over to an old 4-wheeler that was parked outside the barn.

Starting it up, he looked at Laz and grinned while taking a hunting rifle off the rack on the back.

”One last thing,” Bill said, pulling a glock from the holster underneath his jacket with his right hand while craddling the hunting rifle in his left. ”This is also to train you in another way.”

He leveled the glock at Laz who was staring at him dumbstruck and moving the sight slightly left and downward, he pulled the trigger. The bullet embedded itself in the ground a few feet from where Laz was standing, causing Laz to jump from fright.

”I won't aim at any vital parts but... shit happens, you know. Might be best to get going.” With that he hopped on the 4-wheeler and revved the engine, causing the load roar to echo across the open area.

”ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?” Laz screamed as he took off running into the trees like a startled cat.

”HAHAHA, let the motivated jog begin,” Bill roared while holstering the glock and laying the rifle across his lap. He kicked the 4-wheeler into gear and cranked the gas, shooting off in the same direction Laz had disappeared in.