Terror

Part 1 Of 3

Hi guys.

Im back with, what will hopefully be, a 3 part fic, maybe slightly longer. This random idea just popped into my head one day and I couldn't stop thinking about it so I decided to just get it out of my system. If violent and gruesome content is too much for you then you might want to skip reading this story all together. There will be some blood and gore in the first part and probably in the first part of the second chapter. After there will be a lot of hurt/comfort between two women and mabe even romantic feelings to follow.

Enjoy.

"Damn car." Amanda muttered, kicked one of the front tyres and growled. "Now I'm gonna be late." quickly, she fished out her phone from her pocket and scribbled down a text and sent it to her partner, trying to concentrate on where she was walking at the same time. The L train was just a couple of blocks away but when running late it seemed more like two miles. At least she didn't have to worry about sweating, since it was sub zero degrees outside, as she sprinted down the street and eventually turning the corner to the metro station.

It was crowded as rush hour was about to start. The car would've been quicker, since she knew all the shortcuts and which streets to avoid during the crazy hours, but by taking the sub she would lose time as she had to change at two different stations. Just as she ran out onto the platform the train closed it's doors and took off, the screeching sound of iron and steel being forcefully dragged against each other in a great speed caused Amanda to shiver. She had never liked that sound.

Cursing silently for missing the train, she stomped impatiently with her foot against the dirty slated platform while standing on her tippy toes to try and make out the time of the next train on the sign hanging from the ceiling. Eight more minutes. Eight more minutes of being late.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she prayed to god that it wasn't Olivia giving out to her for not showing up on time. However, Fin's name popped up on the bright screen, saying that it was all good and to get in whenever she could. His sentence calmed her a little bit, knowing that her partner always had her back in thick or thin, sickness and health until death do them apart. A partnership in svu was almost like a marriage in a way. Detectives would often spend more time with their colleagues and work partners than their husband, wife or kids, all due to the long shifts and random hours day or night.

Glancing at the sign again she noticed that only two minutes had passed since she last checked it and she cursed under her breath. Why did time have to pass so slowly in the subway every time she was running late? Was there actually some kind of different time zone bellow the ground in New York city that caused the minutes to pass more slowly than the minutes above the ground? She, of course, knew that that was impossible but one did wonder.

Most people had managed to get onto the train that only left a couple of minutes ago but there was still a big crowd hanging around, waiting for the next incoming sub to take them to their various destinations so they could get on with their day. To her left was a young girl, probably in her late teenage years, listening to music as her head bobbed up and down to the beat streaming through her headphones as she typed on her cell. To her right she had two business men, one Caucasian and one Asian. They were both constantly checking their expensive wrist watches, worrying about the time, obviously concerned about being late to the office or an important meeting.

An older lady with a cane stood a few feet away from the two men, humming softly to herself as she seemed to be lost in her own little time and space and Amanda couldn't help but to smile faintly at the cute old woman.

Finally the train approached the platform with a great speed, the loud vibrating noise and the grinding of steel coming their way like a beast that refused to be tamed. Luckily, this train was not nearly as full as the previous one and Amanda let out a sigh of relief as she entered the cart and took a seat. The journey was only five stops but, when running late, it felt like fifty.

Just as the train passed Lorimer Street, Brooklyn, everything changed. Just a normal day, just another regular day, similar to every other day except that it wasn't. Not this time. Not this day. A sudden loud bang rang out and it felt as if someone had thrown her out of her seat and tossed her into the wall of the cart, knocking the wind out of her and she could almost feel her brain rattling around inside her skull from the intense blow.

It took a while before she got her bearings back and, when she did, the first thing she became aware of was how quiet it was around her and how blurry her vision was. The air was full of dust, ash and debris and she couldn't figure out where all the dirt had come from in such a short period of time. The air had been clear just a moment ago and now it seemed like she was trapped in the middle of a cloud of dust and smoke. How did she end up on the floor? What the hell had happened?

Looking around she didn't see much. Her field of vision was compromised by the dirt and dust that was swiveling through the air like a sandstorm. Some of the ashes passed through her windpipe as she took a breath and it immediately caused a coughing fit to erupt from deep within her chest and that's when she felt the pain. She was almost afraid to look down to assess the damage but survival instincts kicked in and she had to know. It was a searing pain that shot all the way into the marrow of her bone, burning, throbbing and gnawing at her flesh, muscle, nerve and tissue. She couldn't believe what she saw as she turned her head and looked down.

A large piece of fiberglass, probably from one of the shattered windows, had pierced her shoulder and the end of the sharp shrapnel was sticking out by approximately two inches. She had no idea how much damage it had caused or how deep her wound really was. All she knew was that removing it was not an option as she could do more harm than good and, as she moved her shoulder around a bit, she could feel the glass scraping against her bone and she cried out in pain as crimson liquid began to slowly seep out from the wound, staining her blouse and coat.

The cry she let out was muffled and distant. Why did her own cry sound so alien and foreign; as if she was listening to herself screaming from miles and miles away? How come she couldn't hear herself, or anything else for that matter? Had she suddenly gone partly deaf?

Then, from somewhere inside the cart she could faintly make out a banging noise. From where; she didn't know, or how far away but it was a persistent knocking sound, like something solid being slammed against metal over and over. Finally, her hearing seemed to improve slightly as the noise became clearer and more defined. She also became aware of a ringing sound in her ears, almost like a high pitched noise that caused her to cringe in discomfort and she tried to shake her head to get rid of it but that didn't seem to work as the ringing was still very present.

Slowly she moved her legs around, carefully, as she didn't know if her lower body had sustained any injuries and luckily she seemed to be okay. Grunting and in pain she somehow managed to get up on her wobbly legs and the whole world started to spin wildly around her, her head throbbing like a jackhammer with every heartbeat and a wave of nausea forcefully attacked her without warning. Taking a deep breath always helped to get rid of any unwelcoming sickness but, since the air was dusty and with a thick layer of ash and debris, she found it impossible to swallow the uncomfortable surge of nausea and she had no choice but to crouch down and empty the contents of her stomach onto the floor.

The involuntary heaving caused even more discomfort to her already pounding head and she cried out while her stomach churned repeatedly. Amanda knew she was suffering from a concussion and well aware that she shouldn't be standing or walking but the detective in her wanted to know what the hell had happened and why she had ended up being slammed against the wall of the train, banged up, bruised, bleeding with a concussion. She felt something warm sliding down her neck and realized it was blood as she withdrew her hand and her fingers were coated with the red iron substance. This was not good.

The repetitive banging, that she heard only a few seconds ago, became louder, clearer and almost frantic and she could now hear a low and painful whimpering coming from her right hand side. "Hello? Where are you? Keep banging so I can find you."

"I'm here, please, help me! I'm... I'm stuck."

It was a woman's voice and Amanda did her very best to snap out of her cloudy and disoriented state of mind so she could be somewhat productive and help the poor girl. "I can hear you. Keep banging, I'm coming to you." she announced, groaning in pain herself as the large piece of glass once again kept grinding against the bone in her shoulder.

Forcefully, she pushed herself through the chaos of twisted and broken steel, plastic seats and debris, kicking at whole row of seats that was blocking here way and that's when she came upon a man lying face down in the dirt, lifeless. Quickly, she checked for a pulse and, when she couldn't find one, she managed to get the man onto his back, ready for chest compressions, but she stopped dead in her tracks. It was one of the business men she had spotted on the platform earlier, is head completely bashed in, brain matter scattered all around the floor beside him. He was dead.

The nausea quickly reared it's ugly face again as she dry heaved from the horrific sight. She had seen a lot of blood and gore during the many years on the force but this was a completely different level and she knew that this would stay with her for the rest of her life. When she had nothing left in her stomach but bile, she removed her coat and placed it over the man's head to spare herself or others from the horrible picture.

"Hello? You still there?" The voice of the woman called out, wondering what was talikg so long.

"Almost there, hang on." Amanda reassured as she carefully manoeuvred her way through the cart to the very end of it. Immediately she spotted the girl, the same girl who had listened to music on the platform before, but she looked completely different. This time, she had nothing but fear and pain in her eyes and her whole face was covered in blood and soot, her lower body trapped beneath the rubble of torn and trashed train interior.

"Hey, honey, I'm Amanda. What's your name?" she tried to stay calm but she knew what she was looking at wasn't good.

"Greta, Greta Harrison." she choked out, blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth. "Please, help me. My... My legs, they're pinned. I... I can't move."

Amanda immediately began to assess the damage but couldn't see much as her legs were completely hidden underneath the debris. "Don't try to move, honey. I'm gonna try and lift this up, hopefully enough for you to pull yourself out, okay. Ready, here we go."

Amanda remember reading an article about super human strength and how it usually appeared in extreme, traumatic and survival- like situations like the one she was currently in and she just hoped that she would be able to move the heavy weight pinning the poor girl down. She took a shuddering breath, found a firm hold of the big block, of what looked like concrete and composed herself before gathering enough strength to try and push the ton of weight off of her.

Even with her own wounded shoulder and a hammering head, she surprisingly managed to lift the block just enough to see the damage of the young woman's lower limbs and she was shocked and and horrified by the sight. The girl's legs were completely crushed to a state where they were totally unrecognizable and, without a doubt, unfixable. Blood began to gush out from the femoral artery in a steady stream but the girl didn't seem to be aware of it. If the heavy weight was completely removed then this woman would die within the matter of minutes.

"Don't move, sweetie, I'm gonna have to put the weight back, okay?"

"What! Why? I... I want to get out... I have to get out... please." she pleaded frantically, her eyes wide with fear.

"I know, honey, and you will get out but if I remove this it'll cause more damage. The weight is acting as a compression so its better better if I leave it where it is. I'm so sorry, I know it's painful but I'm gonna have to put it back down now."

Very slowly Amanda lowered the heavy block back down and when it, once again, connected with the young woman's injured legs she screamed in agony. "I know, I know, I'm so so sorry, honey. Just try and breath through the pain."

Amanda knew that this girl didn't have long and that she needed to get her out of here sooner rather than later. "I'm sure help is already on the way but I'm gonna try to find my phone and see if I can contact my Lieutenant, okay. I'm an SVU detective for the NYPD so I'll try to put a rush on things."

"No, please! Don't leave me." Greta cried out and took a fierce hold of Amanda's lower arm. "Don't leave me."

"Hey, I'm not leaving you, I promise. I'll be right back. Just breath and try to calm down." she wobbled down the cart, avoiding debris and, to her shock, more dead bodies. She doesn't remember seeing them before as she had fumbled her way through the chaos to the distraught girl. She checked each and every one of their pulse but they were all dead from horrific injuries to various body parts, one man had been completely impaled by a metal rod, like a piece of chicken on a skewer and Amanda just hoped that he had died instantly and didn't have to suffer for even a second.

She got back to the spot where she had been flung against the wall and began to desperately search for her handbag. If she was lucky, her phone would hopefully be intact and functioning so she could call her boss to inform her about the situation. It didn't take long before she spotted something familiar a few feet away from where she had been sitting only a few minutes ago. She fished through her brown leather bag and felt a thin triangular shaped object and pulled it out. Fuck! The screen was cracked in so many places but the light still came on as she pressed the unlock button.

"Please work." she whispered to herself, her hands shaking as she pressed on the 'call' icon and then lingered on number one and speed dialed her boss and placed the cell to her ear, winching in pain as she had temporarily forgotten about her own injuries and had clearly moved too fast.

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"Amanda is on her way. Her car broke down so she had to take the L."

Fin popped his head into Olivia's office and hoped that the news about their squad member's whereabouts wouldn't put Liv in a stiff mood or a compromising situation. To his relief, she seemed to take it pretty well.

"Alright, thanks Fin." she sighed, feeling slightly annoyed at Amanda but also knew that it wasn't her fault that her car had decided to go on a sudden strike.

"Lieutenant!"

Olivia looked up as Carisi came up behind Fin, who was still lingering in the doorway, worry and fear etched his face. "Did you hear?" he asked, his eyes darting from Olivia to Fin many times, searching for an answer in their faces.

"Hear what?" Fin questioned, shaking his head in confusion.

Carisi let out a shuddering breath, his face pasty white. "The L train, it got bombed a few minutes ago, suspected terrorist attack."

Fin and Olivia locked eyes for a second, dread clouding their vision. "Rollins is on that train." Fin stated, his voice flat and just as he revealed the devastating and shocking news to his colleagues, that their other female detective was currently on the very same train in question, Olivia's phone rang and her lower jaw literally dropped as she saw Amanda's name on the bright screen, confusion clouding her face.

"It... it's Rollins." she stuttered, her eyes still glued to the ringing device in her hand, staring so hard at it as if she was really making sure that it was indeed Amanda's name.

"Well, answer it!" Carisi said, his face suddenly ghostly pale and pasty from the news about his co worker and friend being on the exact same subway that had been attacked not that long ago. He approached Olivia's desk, ready to take the phone out of her hand and answer it himself if he had to but the brunette snapped out of her temporary trance and pressed the accept button with a shaky thumb, putting the younger woman on speaker phone so they could all hear what was going on.

"Amanda?"

"Olivia, thank god!" her voice was strained and broken, several coughs could be heard from the blonde as if she was struggling to take a deep breath.

"Carisi just informed us that there has been a suspected terrorists attack and that a bomb went off. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you? Do you..."

"I... I'm fine, Lieutenant." she panted, clearly tired after her coughing fit, "I... I'm... I'm hurt but I'm okay. There's a woman trapped and... and there's... there's bodies... dead bodies and I... I... I just..."

"Okay, Amanda, try to calm down. Do you know the last station you passed? Can you tell me where you are exactly?"

Another cough ripped through Amanda's dry throat and she winched in pain as the large piece of shrapnel, once again, scraped against her bone. "I... I think somewhere between Lorimer Street and Bedford Station. I... I... It's hard to... to breath." just as she finished giving Olivia her location another wave of nausea came crashing over her and she had to lean to the side to throw up, her head pounding painfully and her stomach clenching in violent spasms.

They could all hear the gagging noise through the speaker phone, throwing worried looks at each other, knowing that Rollins wasn't the sensitive type and would never throw up at the sight of blood and they all knew that she must be hurt in some way to cause her to puke. "Okay, Amanda, how badly are you hurt?" Liv gently questioned, not wanting to sound stressed or too alarmed and make the situation worse.

"I... I have a... a piece of fiber glass impaled into my shoulder and a... a concussion, I think." again she gagged, convulsing as the now dry heaving continued.

"Alright, just stay calm." she informed, trying to do the same but it proved to be impossible, knowing that her detective was hurt and in danger. "I need you to sit down somewhere and wait, okay? That's all you can do, just sit down and wait until help arrives. We're on our way and we'll have you out in no time. How much battery do you have left on your phone, honey?"

She let the pet name slip, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say, not thinking about it. However, the two male detectives did notice and threw each other a look but decided not to mention it.

"Um... about fo-forty percent." she stuttered and coughed again, almost choking on the dusty air.

"Okay, I'm gonna hang up so you can save some battery. We're on our way, just stay calm and wait for help. Call me if there's any changes."

After the phone call, they all threw each other a worried glance before they sprinted into action. Vests on, guns checked and radios securely fastened, they ran out of the building and into a squad car, turned the sirens on and sped off towards Brooklyn Bridge, needing to get over to the other side before they could even start looking for their trapped co worker.

Amanda felt slightly calmer as she knew the squad was on their way. Grunting in pain she returned to the pinned woman, hoping to provide some comfort until help would arrive. "Greta, my boss and my co workers are on their way and I'm sure there are search and rescue out here already. I need you to try and stay calm for now but hopefully wellbe out of here very soon."

The injured woman groaned as she fought to keep her eyes open. "I'm... I'm cold." she whimpered, her voice trailing off and her breathing was fast and shallow. "So tired."

"No, no, no! You can't go to sleep. You have to stay awake, honey, please talk to me. Where do you work? Tell me about your family, anything? Just don't go to sleep." Amanda pleaded, knowing that if she did fall asleep she would probably never wake up again.