Hey guys! So, I completely forgot about this story for about a week until I heard Titanium on the radio on the way to school this morning! I apologize for being forgetful, but school just started and with an AP class, Trig, and Physics, you'll have to excuse my mind. Thank you for all the reviews/alerts/subscriptions to this story! Please enjoy the second chapter of "Titanium"...
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Titanium
You shoot me down, but I won't fall
I am Titanium!
ELI
"Goldsworthy hey! Over here!" My chief orders, waving me in as I approach the scene, which is already patched off and a crowd is gathering around.
"Sorry I took so long, traffic," I joked, as my fingers toyed with the gun on my side, "So what's the case? Roll it down quick."
"We've got a twenty six year old hostage, Clare Edwards. We've heard from a worker that she was alone until closing. That is, until the boss decided to go on a killing spree. He's already shot the guy at the main desk, the secuirty guard and the janitor."
My adrenaline started pumping, getting angsty to get this guy locked up, "Who's he? What's his deal?"
As we walked side by side, and I approached the elevator, I walked in, but my chief held the door.
"His name is Luke Baker, and apparently he has strong feelings for this woman who he's holding hostage. You have to let him down easy Goldsworthy," I shrugged my shoulders, smirking, "I'll be fine, you don't have to worry about me."
The chief pressed elevator level 'seventeen', and paused, "You got your vest on kid?"
"I'm not a kid, and no, I don't need it. I've handled these kind of cases, I'm a pro," I muttered, but he shook his head, holding the elevator door, forcing it to stay open. "You're not a kid but if you get shot in the heart your blood is on my freakin' hands. We've got a spare vest, just wait two-."
I scoffed in his face, "The longer you keep me from getting into that office, is the longer Clare Edwards' chance of living gets limited. Do you want to be pulling a victim out of this office with a bullet in her head or mine?"
With that, the door quickly closed.
CLARE
"L-Luke...please, please put the gun down," I sobbed, as he paced the floor in front of me.
The rug beneath my knees was burning my skin, and my chest tightened, looking at the blood that covered Luke's hands. He was muttering words that I couldn't comprehend, continuing to walk back and forth in front of me.
When he finally stopped, I gasped, feeling the cold metal of the gun against my head, "You know Clare...it seems as though when your words turn into reality, you're a bit more scared, don't you think?"
"Y-You're doing this because of a-of a stupid date?" I sob, feeling him wrap his arm around my throat, forcing me onto my feet, the gun never leaving my head.
I heard the elevator 'ding' in the distance, and Luke whispered against my earlobe, his warm breath making me shutter, "Who is that? What button did you press? What the fuck did you do?"
The tears burned my cheeks as I watched a man, around his late twenties, with shaggy hair and dressed in a police uniform approach us. He walked slowly, his hand over his gun which rested on his waist.
"Luke Baker...thirty five years old, has a degree in management, a career being the head of a well known newspaper, two kids, two divorces. And yet, here we are Luke, with a gun to a young womans head and your mind...your mind is telling you that this is right, no? Then why are you battling your hands?" I felt Luke's hand begin to shake, the gun rattling against my curls.
"You see, that's the thing about you kind of people," The officer began, "You just don't like being told no."
Luke's arm squeezed tighter around my neck, as I gasped for air, "You think I won't shoot her? I've already killed three-."
The officer smirked, "Correction, Luke Baker, you've severly injured three people. Shooting someone in the leg and arm won't kill them. The heart or the head though, that, that is a different story."
Through my tear filled eyes, I read the mans name tag, 'Goldsworthy'.
"Oh yeah, well how do you like this? Open up your mouth Clare," Luke ordered, the bitter taste from the tip of the gun forcing through my lips. I choked, as I saw Goldsworthy pull out his gun, aiming it at Luke, "Don't do this man. I didn't want to do this, I didn't want to shoot you, but you're going to make me."
My heart raced, the sweat dripping down my back as Luke's gun rested in my mouth, creating a numbing, throbbing sensation. I whimpered, knowing that at any moment, if Luke pulls his index finger, my life is over.
"You don't want to shoot her, Luke," Goldsworthy spoke softly, inching closer across the office, "You don't want to shoot the woman that you can't even get a date with...the woman that you slave over trying to impress who doesn't notice the value in you. Shooting her won't change the non mutual feelings towards you. It'll only stop her heart and bury her six feet in the ground. Do you want that Baker? Do you want the person you feel so strongly for to be one hundred and twenty pounds, cold, and frozen? Is that what you want?"
"I-I want her to suffer," he sobbed loudly, "I WANT HER TO SUFFER LIKE I'VE BEEN SUFFERING FOR TWO YEARS!"
"And she will suffer Luke," the officer was less than a foot away from us, his intense gaze never leaving my boss, "Just not this way. Please, let her go."
I whimpered, my tears dripping down around my lips, making me gasp for air. Luke squeezed my neck, and I was starting to become a bit lightheaded. The cool metal burned to a tint, as Goldsworthy ordered, "I'll give you three seconds to drop your gun and get down on the ground. Okay?"
Without Luke's answer, the officer began to count, "...One."
My heart thudded against my chest, as I felt my boss force the gun down my throat further, making me choke on my own saliva and tears. Never, in a million years would I think that I'd end up in this situation. If I hadn't stayed late, if I hadn't teased Luke, if I hadn't...if I hadn't done what I had, I wouldn't be in this situation.
"...Two."
A part of me prayed that the officer knew what he was doing, that he wasn't just trying to talk Luke off a ledge, but also save me. The determination in the mans green eyes were petrifiying to a point where I knew that he would shoot Luke if he didn't let go on the third count.
"...Three."
BOOM!
CHIEF MASON
Officer Jones approached me, handing me a walkie talkie. With much nervousness, I answered, "What's the story? Talk to me."
"We just made it up here, unfortunately a little late. Tell the EMT's we've got one severly injured, close to bleeding out, and one dead."
"What about the victim?" I asked, signaling the EMT's that it was safe to go upstairs to get the injured.
"...She's alive."
END OF CHAPTER 2
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