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I gaped at George in horror. He was lying on the ground, his shaky hands pressed to the wound. No one else moved. I think everyone was in shock. It angered me though. Somebody could help him!

"George!" I screamed. I began struggling against James. I began hitting him and punching him but it didn't seem to affect him.

James curled his hand into a fist and gave my neck a good punch. I clutched at my neck and gasped for air. I couldn't breathe!

James then took this time to drag me unwillingly out of the bank. On our way out, I saw the Ed guy standing up nervously. Looks like he got in too deep. He had conflicting emotions in his eyes. It seemed that he wanted to be here, maybe for the money? But he didn't want anyone to get hurt.

I was still wheezing for breath as we stepped outside. The fresh air helped me breathe a little bit.

There was a cardboard box that I was assuming was full of food and water. It was approximately halfway from the bank and from where the FBI and police were. James pressed the gun against my temple and held me in front of him, sort of like a shield.

"The food and water are in the box. You are free to come and get it." Somebody said using a loudspeaker. I turned my head to see who it was. The voice sounded familiar. I gasped when I saw who it was. Jacob Black. I hadn't seen him in ages! He was the son of my dad's friend named Billy Black. Jacob and I used to hang out a bit when we were teenagers. He always talked about becoming a federal agent. I guess he got his wish. Crappy way to reconnect though.

I looked into Jacob's eyes and I knew that he recognized me. I knew that he was only pretending he didn't for my sake. I could see the sweat on Jake's brow, though he appeared calm and collected. I could tell that this particular case was stressing him out. He used to have a little crush on me, though I don't know if it still lasts now.

James and I walked forward. When we got to the box James said, "Pick up the box slowly."

I bent down. I could feel the gun pressed to my head the whole way. My arms strained against the heavy box. I looked inside and saw that there was a couple large boxes of pizza and a lot of water bottles. I'm guessing that they were hoping that the hostages would be fed too. I thought it kind of strange that we were given pizza. I didn't exactly know what kind of food would be given actually. Maybe pizza was the fastest thing they could get on such short notice. I almost began giggling thinking of a federal agent rushing into a Pizza Hut and demanded for 5 large pizzas for a group of hostages and bank robbers.

The box was extremely heavy and I was struggling against its weight. I could see the frustration in Jacob's eyes. I gave him a tiny weak smile to assure him that I could manage.

We were almost back to the doors of the bank when I rested the box on my knee. I had to stop, it was just too heavy. James dug the gun into my shoulder, leaving a bruise I'm sure, "Get up and don't you dare dawdle."

I felt a surge of anger shoot through me, "Do you want me to drop this thing? That'll take even slower." I snapped.

James glowered at me and slammed the gun against my shoulder. I cried out in pain, dropping the box. A few water bottles rolled out.

"Pick up the damn box. You'll regret it if you don't do it quickly." James hissed in my ear.

I hurried and grabbed the few water bottles that fell out and heaved the box back up. I looked towards Jacob again, for reassurance. He was staring holes at me. He was clutching his gun. It looked like he wanted to use it. I knew that he wasn't allowed to though. If he shot James, he didn't know if the other robbers in the bank might get angry and start killing all the hostages. So Jacob had to let us go, as much as he hated it.

We walked the rest of the short distance into the bank and James shut the door securely behind us. He locked it then.

He still led me towards the back of the bank, away from the windows. I set the box down and hesitantly turned towards James.

He let out an angry growl and wrapped his hands around my neck, choking me, "You stupid bitch! You could've gotten me killed!" He continued shaking me around like a rag doll.

Ed stepped forward, "James, knock it off. The cops can hear you y'know. You don't want them to think you're losing your cool."

James gingerly let go of me and I gulped in a deep breath. He jerked his head signaling me to go to the other hostages. I ran off towards where George was still lying. He was bleeding heavily still.

"George?" I whispered frantically.

He pulled his head up. He was so pale, "Are you alright sweetheart?" He asked faintly.

I nodded my head, tears coming back to my eyes, "I'm sorry George. It's all my fault. Why didn't you sit back down?" I asked.

George held weakly onto my hands, "You're worth fighting for Bella. Promise me that you will come to my funeral?" He asked.

I let out a sob, "You won't die!" I said.

He smiled tenderly at me, "I'm an old man Bella. I know when my time is up. I'm glad that I will go this way, trying to protect you. Sorry I didn't do a very good job."

I shook my head furiously, "You did a perfect job George. Thank you."

George gave me another weak smile, "My granddaughter passed away last year also. From cancer." I didn't know why George was telling me this.

"I'm sorry." I said a bit confused.

"The only family member I have left is my niece. Will you speak to her for me? I don't want her to be alone." George asked me.

I nodded, "Of course I will. I promise you."

George smiled at me, "You really are strong . . ." He trailed off. The light seemed to leave his eyes and he got more obviously paler. I knew he had died.

I held his hand for a little while longer. I couldn't let go. I just kept staring into his blank eyes. I wanted him to come back to me. I didn't want him to be gone. He was so kind. He still had so much life in him, though he was old. George was one of the bravest and greatest people I had ever met.

I suppose I sat there staring blankly at George for quite a while. I didn't notice when Ed came over. He gently took my hand out of George's and he placed it at my side. I was still staring into George's eyes. Ed then gently closed them. He whispered what sounded like I'm sorry. I glanced up sharply at Ed and looked at him. Really looked at him. He seemed different than James, or even that Laurent guy or Vic. They seemed harsh and cold. Ed seemed sympathetic and apologetic. It didn't make any sense as to why he was here. I was most angry at him. I wanted him to just take off that stupid mask so I could see him. I wanted to put a face to the person that I hated so much. "I hate you." I voiced.

Ed took in a sharp breath and stood up quickly, moving to the back rooms. I hope he was in pain, though I didn't know what about. He deserved it after everything that he has done here.

I glanced around at the other hostages. They all looked tired and haunted. I wondered if I looked like that too. A woman took of her jacket and placed it over George's upper body, covering his face. Nobody needed to see a dead body.

I honestly didn't know how long everybody was going to last.

Hey readers!

There is chapter 3! I was so sad and upset writing how George died. I kind of wanted to keep him alive, but I needed to continue the story as planned. So who will George's niece be? All will be revealed in a few chapters, so keep reading! And what about Ed's strange behavior?

Again, please review because it takes less than 15 seconds! Thanks!

~greeneyes-99 (Nat)