Finally, chapter 7! Okay I want to address a few things based on comments:
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Edward's POV
I watched as Isabella fell to ground bleeding from a gunshot wound to the arm. I realized that someone was kicking me to get up. I look up to see the asshole that had shot Isabella. The guy had a dirty face with a smirk, why the nerve of that guy. Isabella was lying unconscious on the ground, while I was being restrained by one of the guys who had caught us. They wouldn't let me help her, stupid pricks, they didn't seem to realize that they had just shot someone and that someone was a woman. One of the idiots, picked Isabella off the ground and carried her in his arms, at the sight of this I instantly became furious. Who the hell told him he could touch her?
She was losing a lot of blood and she need medical attention as soon as possible. Only now did it hit me that we were be kidnapped by these men, I had no idea who they were or where were going.
Well this turned out great, my first day on the job and we get kidnapped just my luck. I better not go back to prison for this if we ever get out of here. I had the feeling that they were not going to keep us. An FBI agent and her former inmate partner gone missing, is sure to alert the Bureau that something has gone wrong.
"Keep walking, felon." My captor said as he pushed me to walk faster. Felon? How did he know I was a felon? I bet I've heard of these guys because they seemed to have been keeping tabs on me.
"Hey Jasper, this one's bleeding a lot. What I'm I supposed to do with her? Asked a big guy with brown, curly hair.
"Take her to the back room with this one." What the hell, this one? I'm not an it. I finally decided to speak up.
"Where the hell are we going, who are you guys? She needs medical attention you know." I demanded, furious.
"Yes, man I know that. My buddy Emmett here can help her out." Replied the blond who's name was Jasper. He had a slight southern drawl; I briefly wondered what he was doing in New York City. I turned to look at the guy next to him to which he indicated was Emmett. He was a pretty big, strong looking guy.
"You mind telling me where were going and why your kidnapping us." I snapped.
"Well that's for me to know, and for you to find out." Replied Jasper with a slight smile. Well that was cryptic, didn't help me one bit.
"We were tipped off about you coming to investigate the boss' operation, so we were given orders to capture you at whatever cost." Said Jasper, deciding to answer my queries.
"What do you want with us?" I asked curious, but I noticed that Isabella was nowhere in sight.
"Where the hell is she?" I thundered.
"Don't worry she's fine, they went to take care of her wound we wouldn't want her to die now would we he asked?" I didn't like the way he said that, it sounded so wrong on so many different levels. I'd just have to be content with his answer because I couldn't help her anyway right now.
"As for you previous question, we have one the most noted FBI agents in our possession and one of the most notorious criminals in our possession, don't you think that gives us some leverage to get what we want?" Well I guess they knew my track record pretty well since I was "the most notorious criminals" out there. And of course Isabella was jackpot to them because they could try to get information out of her, and plus she was on the other side of the law, an enemy.
"What do you plan on doing with us?" I asked carefully, not sure I wanted to know the actually answer. I was getting irritating because some guy was still restraining me.
"Hey do you think you could tell your goon, to get his paws off me." I spat.
"Hey, man release him. He won't do anything rash." Ordered Jasper. Yeah like hell I won't do anything rash. He let go of me, and I brushed my arms off looking irritated.
"It's about time. Well why do you want us?" I retorted.
"Why don't I let my boss tell you himself?" He said smoothly. He pushed me into the warehouse where we were investigating. I just hoped that Isabella was alright. Jasper lead me to a dark, back room and pushed me inside and shut the door.
"Hey! What the hell?" I shouted. I looked around and saw Isabella lying on a cot still unconscious with a cloth wrapped around her wound. I walked over and looked over her peaceful sleeping form. I sighed and sat down on the cot that was across the room.
Well this was just fantastic, here we were kidnapped awaiting whatever it is they wanted to do to us. I laid there with my hands folded behind my head faintly wondering about Kate again. I wondered where she was and why she was gone. I hoped that she was ok and nothing had happened to her. I silently drifted away into a deep sleep until I heard groaning and a string of profanities from the other side of the room.
"oh fuck." Well, Isabella must have woken up. I better be carefully not to poke the bear, she was sure to be in a foul mood because after all she was shot in the arm.
"Rise shine, Isabella." I said with fake enthusiasm.
"Cullen? Where the fuck are we? What happened?" she asked angrily.
"Well Swan, you have been shot in the arm and unconscious for quite a long time. We have been kidnapped and now were in this dark room awaiting our doom." I said like it was obvious.
"Well, I guess this "mission" was a royal fuck-up." She said irritated while gripping her arm.
"Couldn't have been better said, but tone it down on the swearing though, young lady" I replied trying to lighten the mood.
"Shut-up, Cullen!" she snapped. I wondered why she always called me Cullen, why couldn't she just call me Edward? I might as well ask.
"Isabella why do you always call me, Cullen?" I asked genuinely, out of the blue.
"Well first of all, Cullen. I only call my friends by their first names. And well you're not really my friend. You are a criminal after all, I'm pretty sure a leopard can't change it's spots." She said. Oh, ouch. I'll admit that that hurt quite a bit. I wanted her to like me, but I guess she just didn't for some reason.
"Ex-criminal." I corrected.
"Yeah, right." She replied.
"Oh okay, Isabella." I quietly mumbled.
"Why do you always call me Isabella?" she retorted. What?
"I wasn't aware that I could call you something else." I replied simply.
"What? Never mind." Well haha, I won that one.
"So what do we do know?" she asked forgetting about our little argument.
"I don't know. Don't look at me I'm just a world-class criminal." I retorted.
"I…but." She muttered, Well that's what I thought.
We sat there in silence for hours; I could tell it was night already. I dozed off again, until I hear screaming from somewhere else in the building. I shot up from the cot, and looked over to find the other cot empty. Wait, where did she go without me? I got up and walked over to her cot and saw a note scratched into the wall.
CULLEN,
I managed to get out of the room, without notice. I only left to search for an escape route out of here, I'll be back eventually before morning.
Isabella
It was already morning, and she wasn't back, yet. I hoped that they hadn't caught her because the consequences would be grave. I was startled by someone bursting through the door, and grabbing me by the neck and dragging me out of the room forcefully.
Bella's POV
I felt pretty bad after what I had told Cullen, but I tried to push that to the back of my head. We sat in the room in utter, complete silence. Eventually I noticed that he fell asleep. I decided to from a plan for our escape route, I picked up a piece of metal and picked the lock on the door. What was I doing? This is Cullen's job, it's his expertise. I slipped out of the room quietly and proceeded to walk to the far end of the wall, this place was loaded with guards. Guards with guns, which could shoot and kill me in an instant.
As I was walking, I didn't see a shelf with glass vases on it until I bumped into it and sent the vases crashing to the floor. Shit, they had definitely heard that because I heard them running toward my direction. So I ran around the corner, but I bumped into someone with curly, brown hair and lots of muscle.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady? He asked while smirking. He restrained me in his huge arms, while I tried to fight him off.
"Let me go." I protested. At that exact moment I heard screaming coming from somewhere else in the building. It looks like we aren't the only ones here.
The troop of men that had been on my tail rounded the corner and saw that I was restrained.
"How did this one escape?" asked a blond guy.
"I don't know. I caught her running off." Said the big guy with brown hair.
"Aren't we the troublemaker?" asked blondie.
"Hell yeah." I responded tersely.
"Well, Emmett let's take her to Demetri." Said blondie.
"Very well, then." Replied this Emmett.
"Who the hell is Demetri?" I shouted
"The Big Boss." They replied unison.
"Oh how charming." I said sarcastically.
They walked me to a different part of the building where we entered an office. I stood there with an office chair facing the back wall. The man in the chair swiveled around in the chair like the evil people do in movies.
"Well, well if it isn't Isabella Swan, top FBI agent." He had a thick accent, it sounded Italian. I didn't recognize this guy; he wasn't the one on my file.
"What's it to you?" I asked angrily.
"It's everything to me Isabella. Now that I have you, I can learn the FBI's best kept information. Such as getting my hands on the new security fibers for American dollars. Where are they Isabella?" he asked expectantly.
"The day I tell you where they are is the day I die." I replied with venom.
"Very well then, your wish is my command." He said confidently with a chilling smile.
"Marcus, take her to the room. You know what to do." He ordered. What the hell is the room? I didn't like the looks of this.
This Marcus took me to a room, and tied me to a chair. I looked around the room and saw blood on the floor. Realization began to dawn on me before I was interrupted.
"Take your clothes off." Ordered Marcus. Wait what the hell…NO!
"What? Why? Hell No!" I shouted.
"You heard me. Just do it, I'm not going to touch you" He said while smiling.
"What…" I began to ask before he scared the shit out of me.
"Just take you're fucking clothes off!" he all but shouted. If I weren't in this situation my first instinct would have been to laugh at that, but this was serious so I did as I was told. I took my shirt and pants off, and then I kicked my shoes off.
"Let's get started." He said smirking. I was scared now. He pulled out what looked like a whip, and began to hit me with it until I was bleeding from the cuts.
Edward's POV
This guy dragged me out of the room, and shoved me against the wall.
"Where's the girl?" he shouted.
"I don't know, I was sleeping." I lied.
"Liar!" he said and punched me in the stomach. That hurt like hell as I doubled over and slid to the ground while clutching my stomach. He pushed me off the ground and lead me to another part of the building where we walked into a room and what I saw put me into a murderous rage.
There sat Isabella tied to a chair, stripped of her clothing covered in large, bloody cuts. She looked on the point of death. I wanted to rip the guys head off, who had done this to her. She looked so weak and helpless."
"What the hell have you done to her?!" I screamed.
"She refused to talk, so we let her have." He laughed.
"You sick son of a bitch." I said while swinging my fist to punch him right smack in the nose. I heard it crack…good.
In a matter of seconds there were guys all over me, holding me back from pounding the guy who had hurt Isabella.
"Calm down, criminal. Don't struggle and you won't end up like her." They shouted.
"No way!" I screamed again.
I then found myself in Isabella's situation, being whipped by this Marcus. They pushed her to the ground, and she watched as they beat me. Each crack of the whip was a shock to my body. After he finished torturing me, he took Isabella and I to another room.
He pushed Isabella in first and she fell to the ground. They pushed me into the room after her and in the faint light I noticed a pair of blue eyes I would recognize anywhere.
"Kate?" I managed to get out before I was clubbed over the head and fell to the ground unconscious.
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