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"Caleb!" Abby shouted into the phone, her heart suddenly dropping. Her stomach tightened as fury pumped through her veins.

"Abby?" She heard Blake ask. Abby's eyes went to the detective and commissioner. Her heart was pounding, her hands started to shake again.

"I have to go...Caleb's in trouble," She said quickly as she gathered her weapon. John's eyes went wide as he processed the information. He gazed at the young officer.

He moved forward and holstered his gun. "I'll come with you."

Abby glanced up at him, eyes wide as a million thoughts ran through her head.

"No...you need to the get the commissioner somewhere safe, somewhere hidden..." she answered.

John was about to protest when she started back up. "Bane's men are gonna be looking for him...I'm just a regular cop, no ones gonna know...but him.." Abby said as she pointed to Gordon. " The city needs him now...keep moving him." Abby finished.

Detective John Blake clenched his jaw, he knew she was right. Gordon was the most important person in the city now. The people needed him if they were going to fight back, revolt against the masked mercenary. He gave her a nod. "You call me as soon as you have Caleb...You get him and get out of there..." He told her as both of his hands cupped the side of her face. "Its not gonna be safe out there...especially for a female cop." His fingers slowly raked themselves through her hair. He stared at her hard and long. He wanted her safe, needed her safe, not out in the open with escaped convicts running around.

Abby nodded as she gazed hardly at the young detective. Her adrenaline was going to send her into an early grave. She let out a deep breath as she gave John a small smile, trying to convince the young man that she would be fine. She took a gulp as she tried to convince herself she would be alright.

"I know."

She quickly threw her arms around the taller man, pulling him close to her. She felt him wrap his own arms her frame. She quickly nuzzled her head into the crook of John's neck, inhaling his scent. Blake tightened his strong arms around her as he kissed the top of her head.

As Abby pulled back from the embrace, Gordon called her attention. He quickly threw her an extra gun clip. "Good luck. Keep your head down and do not draw attention to yourself," Gordon said with authority. The last thing the girl needed was to draw the attention of newly freed criminals. "Keep the burner loaded."

Abby quickly nodded as she hustled out the door.

Officer Abigail McClane kept her head low as she ran through the back streets. She took alleyways and pathways, staying off of the main street. Her police issued .45 was up and loaded.

"Almost there," she muttered to herself as she took in the familiar street sign that led to her parents house. She took a gulp as got closer and closer to the main street. Screams and cries of anguish started to make their way to Abby's ears. The smell of burning invaded her senses.

She quickly stopped at the corner of her street, her back pressed behind a brick wall. This was it. One turn and she would have to run for it. She took a deep breath as he heart thumped out of her chest. Flashes of Caleb traveled through her mind.

"Come on, Ab." She told herself right before she threw herself around that corner to be met with mayhem. Her eyes went wide as she took in the wailing people in the streets, the mercenaries and criminals raiding each house. They were throwing precious belongings out of the houses. It was full on chaos, full on anarchy.

"We take Gotham from the corrupt..the rich... " Bane's voice echoed through her head.

She broke out in a full on sprint to her parent's house, passing the by the burning home of the Kaplan's. She quickly shot up the stairs and found the front door wide open. She pointed up her gun as she trotted into her childhood home. The house was a complete disaster, proving the raiding that had just happened. Pictures and glass were splattered on the ground. Her boots crunched over everything as her stomach started to feel woozy.

She made her way into the kitchen, gun still erect. She gasped as the body of a young girl laid on the tiled floor. Her blouse was ripped as her skirt was bunched up at her waist. Dark deep bruises were left at the top of her inner thighs. There were knife cuts all around her pale face. Blood was oozing from everywhere. Tears sprang into Abby's eyes as she took in the teenager. Is this what Bane wanted? For innocence to be shattered like this? For lives to be taken? For humanity dive in savagery?

"Candice," Abby said as she moved to her knees to check the abused teen. "Come sweetie," Abby cried as she realized the girl did not have pulse. Abby closed her eyes in sorrow. She could not even begin to imagine what it must have been like to die like that.

The Gotham police officer quickly gripped tight of her emotions as she resumed her search for Caleb.

"In my closet.."

Abby's eyes went as she hustled up the stairs and into Caleb's room.

"Caleb!" Abby called. She suddenly heard shuffling from the other side of the room. The far door slowly opened as a young boy emerged from it. Abby's heart gave a squeeze as she let out a relieved breath and lowered her gun.

"Caleb, baby," she breathed out as the young boy ran into her arms. She quickly tightened her arms around him as she let her tears freely fall. She felt him shiver in her embrace. The boy was beyond terrified.

"Shhh...Its okay..its gonna be alright," she tried to convince him. She didn't know how she could do that. She could barely convince herself.

She pushed her nephew back as she bent to one knee to look him in the eye. "Pack a bag...we're getting out of here...you have five minutes." She told him with hard eyes. The young boy nodded as he went to work.

Abby hustled out of the room and into her parent's. She trotted into her parents closet and made her way over to her dad's side. She opened the specially made wooden dresser and rapidly threw the clothes out. She kept digging until she found what she was looking for; an old Winchester pump action shotgun. She hurriedly grabbed the gun, loaded it, and threw the extra shells into a duffel bag.

"Hurry up,Caleb," She yelled as she descended down the stairs and into the main hallway. Her eyes went down to all the broken photos on the ground. She already knew which one she was looking for. She kicked the rubble with the side of her boot until a photo of two familiar men met her eyes. She slowly bent down and grabbed the picture of Bruce and Adam. She removed the glass frame and folded up the photograph.

She then heard Caleb gasp from the kitchen. Her went wide as she ran into the room to see Caleb staring at his half naked dead babysitter. She grabbed him as he turned to bury his head into her chest, his tears wetting her shirt. She set her guns on the granite countertop as she placed her hands on the boy's head, slowly stroking his blonde curls.

"I heard her screaming...she kept crying and crying for them to stop...but they never did," the boy whimpered as he pulled back from his aunt. "And I just sat there in my closet, hiding like a chicken."

Abby's eyes went soft, her own fears playing into her own mind. "I should..I should have..." Caleb started again as Abby stopped him.

"No...there was nothing you could have done, sweetie.." she told him with a demanding voice. "This is not your fault...so don't you dare blame yourself."

Caleb looked at her with sad but furious eyes. He was going to blame himself until the day he died. Her heart broke at the sight of him. The innocence in his his eye slowly diminishing. This was exactly what Bane wanted. For the people to see the world as he saw it; dark, corrupt, and unforgiving.

"Are you all packed?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I just can't find dad's ring," Caleb said. "We can't leave without it," he protested. Abby just gave him a soft nod, knowing how much her brother's class ring met to the young boy.

"Okay...keep looking for it upstairs...I'll look down here," She told him as he took off upstairs. Abby trotted into the foyer and started going through the drawers for the ring.

A ringing interrupted her search. She pulled out her cell phone.

"Hello," she answered.

"Abby? You okay? Did you find him?" She heard John's voice from the receiver.

"Yeah, he's fine...we are on our way out soon," she told him as she continued to scour through the wooden drawers.

"Okay, good. Gordon and I are hiding at the movie theater on Eucalyptus and ninth...we found some more boys from the station...Foley and Fraiser are here." John said. Abby's heart gave a relived pump to hear that her partner was safe.

"Okay, we'll be there soon," she told the detective as glanced around the house.

She was about to hang up when his voice rang through the phone one more time.

"Abby , please be careful."

Her clenched as she took in the softness of his voice. "Yeah, you too."

She stuffed her phone into pocket as she called out to her nephew. They had to get going. They've already lingered for way too long. It was only a mattered of time before another mob of crazed individuals raided the house once more.

She walked back into the front room as her stopped. Three big men in orange jumpsuits stood at the foot of the stairs.

Too late.

"Well, well, well, look at what we have here boys...a welcome out present!" The bald one sneered as his eyes raked down Abby's body. The other two laughed. "Its been awhile since I've gotten some female company."

Abby's heart dropped down to the pit of her stomach as she remembered she had left her weapons on the kitchen counter.

How could she be so stupid?

Abby's eyes quickly flickered to stairs, hoping Caleb had taken to hiding again. The tatted up brunette man slowly started to make his way over to her.

"Come on, sweetie...we won't bite," he taunted with menacing eyes. Abby turned and started to run down the hallway. She whipped her head back around to see the men chasing after her. She needed to get into the kitchen and grab the guns.

She turned the corner into the formal dining room only to be met by a hard chest. Her body was forcefully thrown back as her eyes met a hard man dressed out in mercenary gear. Her eyes went wide as she took in his semi-automatic that was slung around his shoulders. She started to crawl backwards when two arms grasped her shoulders and pulled her up forcefully.

She cried out in pain as the tug reopened her shoulder wound. She felt criminal number one's breath in her ear. "Runnings not nice, sugar tits," he told her as he licked her ear. Abby recoiled in disgust. The man just laughed as his grip on her tightened.

"What do you want us to do with her, Boss?" The escaped con asked. The mercenary took a hard stepped forward and searched the inside of her jacket. He pulled out her cell phone, the photo of Adam and Bruce, and her wallet. He raised his eyebrows at her as he flipped open her wallet.

His dark face grinned as his eyes raked over her badge. "Officer Abigail McClane." He read as the three criminals grinned maliciously. An evil glint lit up the mercenary's eyes as Abby struggled against the big man.

"Your services are no longer needed, Officer." He told her tauntingly as his eyes went to the three men.

"Spoils of war, gentlemen." The uniformed man said as he walked out of the house. Abby's heart dropped as the man left her with the three convicts.

Tears prickled her eyes. She felt the man holding her slightly loosen his grip to turn back to the other two. "I go first," he said roughly. Abby used the slight distraction kick her leg from behind her and into the man's groin. He yelled and fell down in pain as she took off running.

"You bitch!" She heard him yell. However, she didn't get very far as criminal number two caught her by the hair and slammed her into the nearby mirror. She went face first as she grunted out in pain, blood sputtering down from a gash on her head. She laid there on the ground for a second before she felt the man grab her hair again. Before he pulled her up, she grabbed a piece of broken glass and shoved it into the man's throat. The man stepped back grasping his neck in pain, as his jugular bled out the auburn fluid.

Abby's breathing became ragged as she swiftly stood up to face the other two men. Her head became fuzzy and bile made its way up her throat.

"I like kitties with a little fight," the man snarled as he descended upon her. Abby's eyes went wide as she threw a punch into the man's ugly face. However, the hit deterred her more than him. Her knuckles made a huge crack as it hit his stone face. He staggered back just bit, but not far enough for her run past him. Blood seeped from his lip as he brought his sausage fingers up it. He gave her a wicked smile. It was his turn to hit back. Abby's mind did not have the time to register the raised fist before it collided with her jaw. An agonizing throb shot through her face. And then another one through her ribs when the man brought his heel up and kicked her into the next room.

Abby's back arched in pain as her eyes took in her surroundings. Pans hung from the ceiling, granite countertops decked the room. Her eyes went wide; she was in the kitchen. Talk about luck.

She felt heavy footsteps make their way over to her as large hands grasped her shoulders and threw her into the wooden cabinets, causing even more pain to erupt from her shoulder. Her chest landed on a hard granite surface. She glanced a little farther to see her gun sitting on the counter. She needed to get over there. She painfully pushed herself up and over a couple of feet. With her good arm, she urgently grabbed her gun and spun around to face the man. His eyes went wide as she squeezed the trigger, shooting him in the chest. Abby let out a breath as the man fell to the floor.

Two down, one to go.

Her head whipped back and forth, trying find the third man. A pain exploded in the back of her head as criminal number three bashed the base of her skull with a vase. Abby then fell to ground, her vision leaving her for a moment. Her collision with the ground causing her to loose her grip on the gun.

She couldn't comprehend what was happening, her dizziness become worse by the second, until the man dragged her into the living room. She opened her eyes to see a large boot coming towards her and agony spreading through her head. She quickly kicked her foot out and into the man's knee caps as he stumbled in pain. Abby swiftly raised her body and tried to crawl to freedom when she heard the cocking of a gun from behind her.

Her heart stopped as she turned her body around on the ground to face the pissed off man, who now had her own gun pointed at her. She swallowed a gulp as the corner of the man's mouth twitched.

She saw his raised arm clench as she closed her eyes. This was it. The end. Flashes of Caleb, Adam, and John ran through her head. In the end, she would just be another fallen cop...just like Adam. Her eyes closed as she awaited death. At least she went out fighting, she thought to herself.

Her breath hitched one last time before a lone gun shot rang throughout the room.

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