The family that preys together…- 3

“That one?” Bryant gave a brief nod towards the person seated two rows in front of them. The young man in question was with a group of friends, college kids from the look of them. He was commenting loudly to anyone who would listen about everything that in his opinion wrong with the movie, while cheering on the hero as he took out yet another creature.

“Or the little bitch next to him. She has a voice like a screech owl and doesn’t seem to mind that she’s annoying everyone within ten rows of her.”

“Both of them then?”

Crispin thought for a moment then shook his head. “No, the boy. We’ll just have to separate him from the pack when they leave.”

Ten minutes Bryant tapped his brother’s arm. “We can get him now,” he said as he watched the young man push his way past his friends to the aisle.

Crispin nodded, and the brothers quickly slid out of their seats to follow a few yards behind the young man as he headed to the men’s room at the end of the long hallway in the multiplex. The young man looked up as they entered then went back to business. When he finished he headed to the door.

“Not going to wash your hands?” Crispin asked with a frown.

The young man just looked at him.

“You really should you know,” Bryant said, stepping between the young man and the door. “It’s one of my pet peeves, people who don’t. Than and loud, obnoxious people who keep everyone else from enjoying a movie.”

“Who do you think you are,” the young man growled. “Fuck off and move out of my way.”

“Tsk, tsk, such manners.” Crispin came up behind him, wrapping one arm around him, covering his mouth tightly with his hand. Before the young man understood what was happening Bryant hit him sharply across the temple with a short length of weighted pipe.

“Check the hall,” Crispin ordered as he maintained his hold on their victim.

Bryant did, announcing moments later that it was clear at their end. They quickly hustled the young man to the emergency exit, not worrying about the fact that the alarm on the door would go off. By the time someone came to check it they would be down the short flight of stairs and into the parking lot, buried in the shadows of the building’s basement entryway. Leaving Crispin with the victim, Bryant went to get the van. When he pulled up his brother opened the back doors, pushed the comatose young man inside and jumped in behind him. Less than a minute later they were pulling out of the lot onto the street.