Finn POV
The ride to the police station was silent. Before we left, I changed into all black, for stealth, and for the uniform. We finally pulled up to it, but I hesitated in getting out. I turned towards my adoptive brother who looked like he was trying not to be emotional. We both knew that this was possibly the last time we'd see each other. We hugged each other tightly, fighting the burning in our throats and stinging in our eyes. I pulled away.
"Go," He said, staring through the window. I nodded.
"See you around," I said before leaving the cab. The driver looked sadly from me to Jake before shaking his head and driving off.
Taking a moment to compose myself, I tried not to think of what I might be leaving behind. I could still back out... I shook my head. No, I'm saving FP. I entered the police station and looked for a security guard, or even a receptionist who were absent. I rolled my eyes. No wonder the crime was so bad. I snuck into the men's locker room silently and then halted once I saw a man there, talking on his cell phone in his underwear. I noticed that he looked somewhat like my new appearance. I grabbed his clothes while his back was turned, put them on, and then went to find everybody else. Glancing at my name tag I discerned that my name was Davey. I shrugged. It suits me. Finally I found a conference room. Seated around a table and standing around the room were what looked like half the city's cops. The one who was talking, the chief, was- I gulped. Billy. The same knucklehead who told me not to get involved. Standing in the background, I listened to the game plan.
"-good lead. If what the victim told us is correct, then the gang's HQ should be," He pulled up a picture of a beat up house that looked like it had only two rooms. "Here," a balding, blond haired cop in a chair spoke up.
"How can a whole gang fit in a house that small?" He asked obnoxiously. The crowd murmured in agreement.
"They probably extended their base underground. Now in order to bring these guys down, I need a forty man perimeter around the house, at least five men to get the neighbors to safety, and twenty men to actually storm the base," Man, these guys are thorough.
"They will be armed, so I want everyone wearing bulletproof vests, helmets, and carrying guns. No exceptions," He announced. The cops had a look of uneasiness. "Is this understood?" The crowd murmured a yes. "Meet in the locker room in ten minutes, gear on," His gaze lingered on me. "Officer Davey, I need a word in my office. Everyone, go!" He ordered. My heart dropped into my stomach. Crap, he knows. I dragged my feet as I followed him into his office. As soon as I shut the door he began yelling at me.
"What the hell are you thinking you idiot! This is police business! You're gonna get yourself killed!" He sucked in a breath.
"I'm thinking that I wanna help my girlfriend and that your tiny force won't help at all!"I yelled back. "And I will help whether you like it or not!"
He looked like he was going to shout again, but paused and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"You got character kid, you know that? Alright, one mission. Nobody knows that you'll be there, except you, me, and your girlfriend. I'll cover for you if somebody finds out. Do you understand the consequences of this?" He asked. I was shocked. Man, I thought I'd have to fight more.
"Yes, Sir," I said, standing up straighter. He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder.
"You'll do fine kid,"
Flamella POV
I stared weakly at my wounds on my body. Switch had inflicted more while I was passed out. The drain on the floor looked like it had been put to use, for the blood and water. I shivered, the water she had dumped on me had frozen, leaving tiny ice crystals on my eyelashes. The doorknob turned and I was filled with dread, expecting Switch. Instead, a boy that looked about 15 came in, looking terrified. As he got closer, I could see the vast array if cuts on his body. I winced. The boy looked like he'd been to hell and back. He kept his distance.
"Hi, I'm Johnny," He said in a hoarse voice.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked cutting straight to the point.
He held up his hands. "No! No! I won't hurt you!"
"Then what are you going to do to me?"
"I'm gonna help you," My eyes shone with hope.
"You're gonna free me?"
He ran a hand through his blond hair filled with dirt and dried blood. "Not exactly, but I can help,"
"How?"
"I ca-" He was cut off by the door opening, revealing a very angry Switch with a baseball bat.
"You!" She spat. He cowered, knowing exactly what was coming. He tried to run, but Switch succeeded in knocking him out with the bat she brought with her. She hoisted him up to the wall and duct taped him there, just like me. She smirked.
"I'll be back when he wakes up," She called before leaving. I sighed. I was so close, and now my only hope is duct taped to a wall next to me. It could be worse, I could be dead. I wonder if that really is worse...
Finn POV
Officer Billy allowed me to ride in his car, since I couldn't drive and had no car to. Every once in awhile, a staticy report came from somebody on the other end, most calling for backup. In about ten minutes, almost fifty cop cars were in the street by the beat up house. The officers followed their previous orders, except those in charge of storming the house. They waited around the car I was a few minutes previously. Once the neighbors were evacuated a safe distance and the perimeter was established, did the chief speak.
"I do not guarantee that you will get out unharmed. Do not shoot unless shot at, or the whole operation will go to hell. Explore the entire base to find hostages, and above all, stay safe," He said. A few officers had taken off their hats.
"Now, go!" He bellowed, setting the whole thing in action. I sprinted to the front door that two others were in the process of busting down. With an earth shattering crash, the door came down into a rather quaint living room. A very surprised gang member sat on the couch, watching TV. Wasting no time, I grabbed him by the collar and demanded where the base entrance was. Shakily, he pointed towards the rug. I pushed him out of the doorway into the perimeter for them to deal with. The rug uncovered a trap door that everyone was filing through. The staircase spiraled down a floor into a large circular hallway with almost no light. Feeding into the dark circle were at least fifteen doorways. Exchanging nods, we split up, each of us taking a doorway.
Flamella POV
Crashes and yelling echoed through the complex. Soon it turned to gunshots and pained yelps. I looked around fearfully at the door and my new fellow prisoner. He was still knocked out. I hoped for his sake that he would stay like that for awhile. I strained to hear what people were yelling.
"The cops! Gra-" I heard a man yell before another yell muffled him. Hope filled my chest. Mustering up the last of my energy, I screamed as loudly and as high pitched as I could. I kept screaming until I ran out of breath and slumped in my bindings.
Finn POV
I ran through doorway after doorway, searching for Flame, and knocking out any gangster that got in my way. A scream interrupted my concentration. Pausing a moment, I recognized it sounded like a girl. With renewed hope I ran towards the screams, finally coming to a shut door when they stopped. I tried to open it and swore under my breath when it wouldn't. Using my shoulder as a battering ram, I broke the door enough so that I could get in. As soon as I entered I wanted to throw up.
Taped to a gray cinderblock wall was a young teenage boy who looked like he had been tortured recently. He was unconscious for the time being. My gaze shifted to the next prisoner, FP. Her entire lower half was covered in dried blood and she had many deep cuts on her stomach and chest. But the worst of them were the long, deep, and jagged cuts going from her hips down to her thighs. I took off my helmet and ran to her.
"Flame!" I yelled trying to get her out of the duct tape. I grew impatient and cut her out of the bonds with my switch. She looked up faintly with confusion, joy, and relief in her expression.
"Finn? You're alive!" She clung to me, as hard as her weakened body could. I beamed at her and just held her. She let go and glanced at the other prisoner and the door quickly.
"We need to get out of here, fast," She said. I nodded and looked around for an escape route; going back the way I came was too dangerous, especially with her weak and the kid unconscious. I located a window that was just large enough to fit us if I lifted her up to it.
"Bingo," I strode over to it and tried opening it, but it wouldn't budge. Growing frustrated, I punched it in and freed the other guy from the wall. Grunting, I was able to force him through and someone from the perimeter helped get him through. I turned to help FP through, instead I was face to face with the Litch Prince. He pressed the barrel of a gun to my nose. Shit.
"Flame!" I yelled. She was behind Litch Prince and in a chokehold by Switch.
"Fi-" She got cut off by a knife to her throat.
He cocked the gun. "Any last words?" I stared at FP whose eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. She looked up at me and nodded slightly.
"Yeah," He looked at me expectantly. "NAKED BABIES, NAKED BABIES, NAKED BABIES!"
"What the-" He began before sinking to the ground with a groan. I looked behind him to see FP with a smirk on her face with her foot planted in his crotch. She wheeled on the shocked Switch who had dropped her blade in panic. While she apprehended Switch, I turned my attention to Litch Prince, who was still nursing his, injury. The gun that dropped from his hands was on the ground. I handcuffed him to the desk and carefully picked the gun up and put it in my empty holster that Billy hadn't trusted me enough to put anything in. Not that I'd blame him.
I looked to FP, who seemed to be wearing down, but beating Switch up pretty badly. With a dull thud FP fell to the concrete floor. I ran over to her and saw that her wounds had broken while fighting. I turned to Switch who was smirking despite a dislocated shoulder and some major scrapes.
"What's wrong, Finnegan? Did I break your toy?" She laughed mockingly. I gaped openly at her.
"You did this?"
She laughed maniacally again. "You're really stupid, you know that?" I swung at her, succeeding in punching her in the face. I heard something snap, getting blood from her nose on my hand. She kept laughing no matter how many times I hit her.
"Why won't you stop laughing!" I yelled, annunciating every word with a punch to the face. She ducked my swing, smiling.
"Because I know something you don't know," She said pulling out a gun. My eyes widened and I frantically took mine out. "Go ahead, shoot. Shoot me!" She yelled. The gun trembled in my hand. I can't kill her. "You can't even kill me. Even after I stabbed you, kidnapped your girlfriend, and tortured her to my heart's content. And you can't even kill me, pathetic," My finger touched the trigger, but I couldn't bring myself to pull it. "You know what I'm going to do now? Finish my job, and make you watch," She said angling the gun towards FP's exposed head. Before I had time to react, a shot rang out. The crazy grin on her face faltered for a second. Her knees buckled and she landed flat on her face. Blood pooled out from around her back and behind her stood Billy, holding a gun.
"You killed her," I said. He nodded towards FP on the ground behind me.
"Better get her to an ambulance, son," I shook my head quickly and scooped her up, but hesitated.
"Is it safe now?"
"Yup, the mission's over. Every criminal has been taken care of," He glanced in Mitch's general direction. "Well, almost every criminal,"
"Thanks, Sir,"
"No problem,"
Well here you go! I'm so sorry for not updating it, I started to not like it and kind of ignored it for awhile. You may push me off of an imaginary cliff now. I think I will put one more chapter in before it's finished. I'm working on a huge Adventure Time story right now, but I won't upload it until it is completely finished so I make no promises. Thank you and bye!