Mutiny

The double doors of Mr. Butcher's room are pushed open by two guys who pull in Sophia and another slave, throwing them at the feet of Mr./Mrs. Butcher.

"They were both brought here three months ago," one of the guys informs the couples.

"Which one of you is Robert Scofield's daughter?" Mrs. Butcher interrogates the slaves.

In fear the other slave nervously turns to Sophia, who wears a tense grimace. The couples get the message already.

"Finally, the Sophia," Mr. Butcher laughs joyfully. "I'd go inform the Don already. We had our goals under our own roof all this while." He walks away to the phone at his bedside.

"Tomorrow we'd go to the bank and check your dad's deposit box along with everyone of his property, eventually we'd find where him and the late Kingpin hid the hips of gold and the cash of course," Mrs. Butcher briefs her.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Sophia utters boldly.

Poof! Mrs. Butcher uploads a bullet to the other slave's chest, "I wasn't asking you to, it's called orders for slaves like you."

"Ahn," Sophia sighs in surprise, she didn't she that coming. Fears cripples her instantly.

"Take her to her room and lock her up," she orders the guys. "I don't want any funny stories."

As the guys pick her up, Mrs. Butcher turns to them, "And, let her starve. You can't think clearly on an empty stomach."

...

A group of Fords drive through a bush path in a convoy, with the morning sun shining brightly over them.

After riding through the trees and birds sounds for hours, they halt at Mr. Butcher's mansion in the woods. One of the drivers in the middle car quickly drops and opens the passenger door.

Classic black heels, a fine leg, then a body comes comes out of the car. It's Agatha. A dozen men drops from the cars in fine suits.

"Agatha, what's she doing here?" Mrs. Butcher peeks through the window in the living room.

"We have a visitor?" Mr. Butcher walks to the window. "Ooh."

"Do you think she knows Sophia is here?" His wife questions.

"Won't that make her a witch?"

"Whatever," she cocks her gun,"I'd put a bullet in her head."

Mr. Butcher quickly blocks his wife and pulls the gun down, "That'd cause war between the three families, and this is not a good time for that."

Just then Agatha walks into the living room, "Agatha," Mr. Butcher walks to her and shakes her hand like an English gentleman.

"Those shoes are a classic," his wife follows in his footsteps, going to embrace her.

"So what brings you here, Agatha, Angel Of Death," Mr. Butcher questions her.

"Hmm," his wife hums to fortify the question.

"I come for Griffin's head," Agatha tells briefly.

"Griffin?" Mr. Butcher shows confusion.

Agatha walks to their dinning table and takes a seat, "Didn't you mom teach you how to treat a lady," she pours wine into a cup and takes a sip while the couples join her on the table.

"So you were saying?" Mr. Butcher revives the conversation.

"He killed my son in cold blood. Now we both know showing mercy for this kind of unlawful behavior is not our way," Agatha lectures. "I come for his head."

A slight feeling of relief clocks Mr. Butcher, "Griffin is on the run, we ourselves haven't seen him since."

"So what're you suggesting?" Agatha leans forward, "I came for his head. I ain't leaving without it in a sack."

"I'd call the Don and inform him of this incidence, we'd decide on what to do," Mr. Butcher responds.

"Oh how the mighty has fallen. You need orders from your Don to kill someone now? The Butcher himself begging for orders," she scoffs and takes a sip of her wine.

Butcher chuckles, then: "I'm just an underdog, just like you're to Nimrod. We can both agree on one thing, underdogs do bite. Anyways, I have men looking for Griffin as we speak."

"Great. I hope you have a good room in the house. I'd like to see how the search goes in-person," Agatha wows them.

Joe stands at one corner with another slave watching the meeting while waiting for their masters to place orders.

"I have an idea," Joe tells the slaves and walks forward to the dining table. "Sir, we've locked Sophia up in her room"

Mrs. Butcher gets in high alert, with her eyes holding up suspense like a campaign banner.

"Sophia?" Agatha turns to the slave. "Who's Sophia?"

"No one, just a worthless slave girl," Butcher interrupts.

"I don't know. Some people say she's Robert Scofield's daughter mam," Joe answers.

"You scumbag!" Mrs. Butcher stands up and pulls a gun at him, but before she could hit the trigger Agatha's bullet finds her.

In slo-mo Mr. Butcher jumps out his chair to catch his wife while his gang battles with Agatha and hers. From downstairs the rest of her men rush into the building with their hands on the trigger of their machine pistols.

While the bombardment unfolds, Joe pulls keys from the pocket of a death mobster and crawls out of the room. "Tell everyone to get their stuffs, we're leaving now," he tells the slave who was standing by him before and runs towards another hallway.

"Sophia," he bangs the keys on her door, then shakingly puts the key through the keyhole and twists it. "C'mon, we're leaving," he stretches his hand to her urging her to hurry.

"Just go, they're always gonna find me." Sophia folds her knees into herself on the bed, resting her back on the wall. She sticks her head in-between her legs after talking.

Without saying another word Joe enters her room, grabs her right hand and pulls her out. "If you think I'm gonna leave you behind then you better think again." He pulls her through the hallway.

"Let go of me," she frees her hand from his grip at last. "Why can't you just let me go!"

"Some of us here lived our childhood years within this walls. You reminded us that there was something like leaving and we could do it," he tries to repeal her. "And right now Sam is tired to a tree for saving your life. What do you..."

"What's that sound," Sophia slowly gets on her feets, pulling Joe's hand as support to stand up.

"Oh, a woman from the Big Cats family is here for someone who killed her son."

"Agatha!" Sophia's eyes widen. "We got to get out of here." She jogs forward.

"You know her?" Joe follows.

"She's my stepmom. Where's everyone?"

"They should be waiting for us outside," Joe informs.

As they walk further through the hallway they pass the dead bodies of both mobsters and slaves. The bullet sounds ricocheting over the area like a paradox where shooters multiply by each shot they fire.

"No," he blocks Sophia with his left hand as they reach the end of the hallway. "Let's go this way."

At last they escape the house to meet a cemetery of floating bodies outside. A lot of slaves have been shot dead while racing into the woods. The idea of corporate escape has been destroyed, and now it's more like a horror movie where you have no one watching your back.

Sophia raises her head to see Sam, sitting at the root of the tree with the rope tightly holding him onto him like adhesive. His head is bowed like it was merely hanging on him without bones.

"Sam," Sophia races to him without thinking.

"Sophia," Joe grabs her hand but it slips out.

Just then Agatha sights her from the top floor and hunch-walks to the window abandoning her men who were still firing at Butcher's men.

"You little bitch!" She fires a few shots at the trees, clearly aiming away from Sophia.

Sophia keeps her focus, pulling, biting and trying to unhook the knot on the rope Sam is tied with. Basically she thinks the bullet sound and bullets were all ravaging on the inside. Joe runs to her with a machete and cuts the rope off in one stroke.

"Sam," she cups his face with her palms. "Why'd you do that?" She hugs him, "I'm glad you're okay."

Joe offers him water from a bag he took from a dead slave, "C'mon we have to keep moving."

Sophia helps Sam up, and supports him by his shoulder as he walks. Sam pauses, he then bends down and picks up the machete Joe threw away, bouncing it in his hand in a bid to demonstrate that he's more than ready to use it.

Agatha's eyes widen as they walk away. The realization that she's about to lose Sophia again hits her. She turns around in regret and puts a hand on her forehead. But then she sees a megaphone at the corner of the house not far away. All her men were down at this time, she's so out of options.

Agatha crawls to the megaphone in haste and picks it up, "Attention! Anyone who captures Sophia Scofield and safely delivers her to the Big Cats family will be rewarded 10 million dollars in cash."

Butcher punches her down as soon as the last words flee out of her mouth. "Go, bring her back." He orders his men who leave immediately.

Agatha chuckles, "What about your wife? Ain't you gonna send someone to bring her back too." She laughs.

Mr. Butcher stomps her head to the ground, knocking her out sharply.

...

Sophia and her new friends all turn around to hear the announcement, while it sounds like good news to everyone else, tension clocks them.

"We gotta move faster," Sam advices. He puts his hand over Sophia's shoulder, and limps faster.

Meanwhile Joe's head is in a brawl with his heart, 10 million dollars can help him build a new home. He follows them with his hand teasing the trigger of his gun. "Sophia," he puts the gun at them at last.

"Joe, what're you doing?" Sophia reacts as soon as she turns.

Joe catches his breath, while his finger dances on the trigger as his eyelashes blink excessively, basically expressing vivid frustration.

Just then a slave jumps out from behind a tree with a knife aiming to injure Sophia.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Joe blows him off. "I'm sorry," he apologizes and puts the gun down. "I'm so sorry."

Poof! Joe falls down in slo-mo as a bullet passes through his right thigh. With the same energy he fell to the ground with, he turns around and drops the person who shot him with just two fatal shots.

"Joe," Sophia rushes to him.

"Go, the sound of the gunshot will attract more men," Joe pulls her hands off him. "Get out of here."

"I'm not leaving you behind. You'd do the same thing for me," she tries to hold his arm up.

He pushes her away, "Go, live to fight another day and avenge all of us," he gasps. "And burn down that shitty orphanage that sold us out."

She bounces on the same spot choosing her inhumane emotions over logic. Her brain in confusion of how to make him join her.

"Go!" Joe yells at her.

Sam limps forward and puts his hand over her shoulder simultaneously turning her around, "We can't stop here."

A tear drops from her left eye as she takes a step forward. Sam bounces the machete in his hand, mentally preparing himself for what the future holds for them in the rest of the forest.

Unfortunately Joe was right, all the others in the forest, both slaves and mobsters race for the sound of the gunshot. But fortunately for Sophia the slaves didn't have any guns, just knives. They surround them.

"C'mon guys, we're all on the same side here," Sam motivates. "We can all work together instead of working for our enslavers again."

What are 21 words to 10 million dollars? After staring at each other for a second, one by one the slaves attack!

Sam slices one of them by his shoulders, making his arm fall off. "Go," he lets go of Sophia and barely stands on his feet to defend her path.

"But..."

Sam puts a finger on her lips shutting her up, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me in that hellhole," he takes a deep breath, "I love you."

She pulls him closer by his neck and kisses him passionately for a short second, "I love you too."

Sam can't help but smile, however reality won't permit the moment to last, "Go!"

Sophia races into the forest by herself in high alert, dodging trees like a fast moving vehicle, her legs boarding new ground every millisecond as her hair floats in the air.

After a few minutes of racing she starts hearing car horns and follows that path. In no time she meets the road and puts her hand up trying to stop a black minibus running down the road. It halts in front of her.

"Please can you help my friend, he's in the forest," she hurries towards the driver window.

"Is that him?" the driver points to Sam who's engraved in bruises, all over him. His cloth has turned red, like blood was used to dye it.

Sophia turns, "Yes," a sudden feeling of relief and joy hits her like a turbulent storm.

Just then the door of the bus slides open unveiling the barrel of a machine gun. It discharges on Sam, piercing every part of his torso.

"No!" Sophia screams her voice out, literally.

A sack covers her from the crown of her head to the curves of her waist and in no time the men put her in the bus alongside four other ladies.

"Now which one of you is Sophia Scofield?" One of the men questions. "You owe me 10 million dollars." He shuts the door.