A/N I figured it out! Anyways, please don't be shy to leave a review, it would be absolutely wonderful! Thank you in advance! As I said I am only 14 but can hold my ground so don't be afraid to leave reviews! hank you in advance...fyi its my first story...ever...
She was tearing up again, and she knew it only because her vision was becoming distorted…again. She couldn't see him clearly anymore. Though, in his current state, it might be better for her sake.
They were sitting along with twelve other sniffling hostages inside the bathroom of the bank. Then there were the hostage takers, three very agitated men, who had happened to want to rob the bank they were in. When the all of the subject's plan went to hell, everyone was ushered into the men's bathroom, women and children included.
A gasp emitted from her thighs and she whipped her head downwards towards the man lying in her lap in the middle of the bathroom floor, away from everyone else. The blood wasn't stopping from the gaping knife wound in his chest. The crimson colored liquid covered her hands as she continued to put pressure against the unnecessary hole in his chest. The pool of blood was slowly spreading towards the drain in the middle of the floor. She stared into the icy blues eyes that sleepily stared up at her, pain etched all over his face. Miraculously though, he smiled slightly and reached a shaky hand up and gently wiped the tears starting to run down her face.
"Y-you aren't crying, a-are y-ya Ju-Jules?" Sam gasped, staring up at his beautiful best friend.
"Are you kidding me, I'm sitting in a pool of my best friends blood, on our one day off. We were supposed to going skiing, Sam. Something to get our minds off work, but obviously work does not want to stay off our minds. But, no, Sam had to be a hero." Jules choked out, feeling the tears running down her face freely now.
Sam immediately stopped smiling and grew serious. "I-is sh-she ok?" Sam asked, referring to the young girl sitting alongside her mother by the rest of the hostages.
"Yea Sam, because you had to step in front of a blade meant for her, you saved another life." Jules said softly, choking up again as her best friends face grew calmer, as calm as it could get in this situation though.
"Did y-you just w-want me t-to let her d-die?" Sam asked, smiling up at Jules.
"Couldn't you just pull the knife away from the guy, instead of stepping in front of it. Now the tall subject has a grudge against you.
"Just do-doing my j-job Jules." Sam smiled, closing his eyes slowly.
"Hey, no, you're not allowed to close your eyes Sam. Open those beauty's." Jules said, smiling when he opened his eyes again, and smiled cockily.
"I al-always knew th-that my eyes w-were my b-best fe-feature." Sam, said, struggling to relax so the pain wouldn't be as bad.
"Even half asleep, you're cocky." Jules choked, rubbing her free hand through his hair.
"I th-think my hair is an-another g-good feature." Sam, gasped.
"Would you two chatter boxes do me a favor and shut the hell up!" The tall subject said. He walked around with a manly demeanor, while the skinny and lanky one walked around with a scared demeanor. Then there was the stocky and short one sitting on the sinks, who kept complaining of being starved. The taller one seemed to be the leader of the group and the one sitting on the sink was probably the second in command. All of them were walking around with knives, and the two in command were walking around with nine millimeters.
"N-now tha-that's no way t-to ta-talk to a dy-dying man, is i-it?" Sam gasped stoically while Jules took note of the tremors coursing through Sam's body.
"It is if you want everybody else to have a chance to get out of this hell hole alive!" The shorter and stockier subject said, jumping off his perch from the sinks and walked over to Sam and Jules, who were sitting against the wall, away from everybody else.
"We'll be quiet, I promise!" Jules shouted pleadingly, staring at the menacing green eyes staring at the two of them through the ski mask. Jules instantly scooted closer to Sam, causing him to slam his eyes shut as a wave of pain washed over him.
Jules could do nothing but watch as subject 'stocky' walked over to her and ripped Sam out of her arms, causing him to gasp. She then felt him dragging her away, towards the bathroom door, and stopping, and wrapping his arm around her neck, preventing her from moving.
Subject #1 walked carefully and menacingly towards Sam, whose body continued to shiver in pain. Subject #1 quickly glanced over in Jules direction, and then kneeled by Sam slowly.
Jules knew what was coming the moment he took his glove off and brought his hand, just above Sam's bloody chest.
"No!" Jules yelled trying to jump towards Sam, despite the arm increasing the pressure around her neck. She was trying not to look at the site in front of her as subject #1 wafted two fingers over Sam's chest, ten back towards the source of the blood.
"Please don't!" Jules pleaded, the tears still streaming down her face freely and openly.
"Ready for this pretty boy?" The first subject said, mocking Sam and Jules.
"Go to h-hell!" Sam spit leading into a moment of complete silence except for the sirens outside.
"Meet you there!" Subject #1 whispered cruelly, and then thrust two fingers into the gaping hole that led into Sam's left lung. Heart breaking screams filled the air as the subject one continued to probe the hole roughly.
"NO! SAM! LET GO OF ME!" Jules yelled, hearing the cackling coming from subject 'stocky' and subject #1 intertwining with her screams and Sam's scream. Jules fought valiantly, adrenaline coursing through her veins, as she struggled to get out of her captives arms. In her haze, she felt herself being thrown out the bathroom door and told to run. She stumbled as she ran out of the bank blindly. She ran right into Greg Parkers arms as the sobs wracked her body. She couldn't help think that this was her fault, as she thought of why they were in this situation.