WARNING:This chapter is a bit graphic! (I think)
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I opened my eyes, and everything was blurry. I tried to get my eyes to focus, but a burst of searing pain split through my head, forcing me to close my eyes again. I slowly lifted my hand up, and lightly touched my head. My hair was soaking wet, and I could only assume it was blood. I took a few deep breaths, and when the pain was bearable I reopened my eyes.
My vision was better, and I noticed we were in a garage. I was leaning against a large red truck, and I saw Carlos was against the wall across from me. His head was down, and his arms and clothes were covered in blood.
"Carlos!" I yelped. I tried to get up, but my leg was chained to the truck. I looked down at the trapped leg, my eyes widening in horror.
It was completely ripped to shreds. Large gashes ran up and down the skin, some so deep I could see my bones. Chunks of flesh were just hanging off, and the bottom of my dress was completely saturated with blood. I smacked my hand against my mouth, forcing the bile that went up my throat to go back down again.
Carlos lifted his head up, and took in my damaged state. His eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Elena! Oh my god!"
He struggled to get up, but one of his hands was handcuffed to a pipe.
"I'm going to get us out of here Ellie, I promise."
Suddenly the door burst open, and out walked Maero, with a smug look on his face.
"Well look who we have here! Just the two little Saints I've been looking for." He jeered, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Fuck you." I gasped, my head and leg filling with agonizing pain.
"What did you say bitch?" He snarled, crouching down so he was closer to me.
I couldn't speak, my head felt like it was splitting in two!
"Thats what I thought." He taunted, before he spit on my face.
"Get away from her!" Carlos screamed, thrashing against the handcuffs.
Maero roared with laughter. The two continued to bicker, but I couldn't hear their argument. I slowly felt everything going black again.
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I woke up again to a stinging sensation in my leg. It felt like it was on fire! I looked down, and saw some guy from the Brotherhood pouring antiseptic on my leg. I winced, and he looked at me. He didn't sneer, or laugh at me. He just sat there, emotionless, continuing to clean my leg.
I looked over towards Carlos, who watched the guy like a hawk; never taking his eyes off of him.
I snuck a closer look at the dude fixing my leg. His skin was tan, he appeared to be on the shorter side, and his eyes were brown. Kind of like Carlos...
I gasped, an idea forming in my head. It was crazy, and a million things could go wrong; but it was better than nothing.
The guy looked my way when I gasped, and I played it off like I was in pain. He continued to work on my leg, now wrapping it in gauze. I noticed he unchained my leg, that way he could wrap it up easier.
I quickly looked at Carlos, who was still watching the guy. They did look very familiar. Only Carlos had a smaller nose, and the stranger had higher cheekbones. But I can work with that.
When he finished wrapping up my leg, he bent over to grab the chain again, and that's when I took my chance.
I shot up, grabbed his shirt, and slammed him against the truck. The guy threw his hands up, trying to push me off, but he was too slow. I pushed him down, and quickly crawled on top of him. I threw punch after punch, each directed at his face. I beat him into a pulp, his whole face bloody and swollen. You could hardly even tell it was him. I checked his pulse, making sure I didn't kill him. His heartbeat was weak, but it was still there. I shoved myself off of him, and leaned against the truck, breathing heavily.
"Holy shit Elena! That was so badass!" Carlos cheered, looking at me in awe.
I chuckled and took a deep breath. Time was running out, I had to be quick.
I searched through the guy's pockets, looking for a key. I found it, and tossed it to Carlos.
"Here, get yourself free and take your clothes off." I explained, starting to undress the Brotherhood member.
"What!?" Carlos said in disbelief.
"Just trust me! Hurry up!" I muttered, struggling to get the shirt off.
Eventually the guy was just in his underwear, and so was Carlos. I tried my hardest not to blush, but it was useless. Since Carlos could still use his legs, he got up and walked over to me.
"Ok, now what?"
"Put your clothes on him, and put him where you were. Make sure you put the cuffs on." I instructed.
Carlos did as I said, and he put on the Brotherhood get up when I told him too.
"Alright, do you still have your phone on you?" I asked.
He nodded, and gave it to me.
I quickly dialed the Boss's number, and as soon as it rang she answered.
"Carlos!? What the -"
"Boss! Listen to me, Carlos and I are in a garage controlled by the Brotherhood. We got ambushed in our car. I don't know how much time we have, but I want you to get Shaundi to trace this phone. I know she's good with that technology shit. Raid this place and find Carlos, he's going to be wearing Brotherhood clothes; and he's going to look like shit.
But find him! Ok?"
"Yeah, ok. I swear Elena, we're gonna-"
"I know Boss, I know. Don't make a sound." And with that, I slid the phone across the floor, and it landed underneath a tool bench.
"Damn Ellie, you're a genius." Carlos said excitedly.
I smiled at him.
"Ok, now chain my leg back up alright?"
Carlos nodded, and attached me to the truck again. I winced, and he looked at me apologetically.
"Ok, now I need you to come here." I whispered, beckoning him over. As soon as he got close, I lifted my hands up, putting them on the sides of his face.
"Elena.." He muttered.
I leaned in close, inching my face closer to his. He closed his eyes...and I grabbed his ears, slamming him to the ground.
"Motherfucker!" I screamed, punching him. I hit him hard, but not hard enough to do serious damage. I kept screaming, and making as much noise as possible. Soon enough, Maero and some of his goons burst through the door.
"You bitch!" Maero roared, and he ripped me off of Carlos. I went flying, slamming into the truck.
"Juan! Buddy wake up!" The Brotherhood goons yelled, shaking Carlos, trying to wake him up.
They fell for it.
I groaned, and they all looked towards me. The two thugs ran over, and began kicking me in the ribs.
"You whore!"
"Dumb cunt!"
"You'll pay for this!"
Maero pulled them off of me.
"Oh yes, she will pay for this." Maero spoke, his voice eerily calm and menacing.
He hoisted me up, and threw me in the back of the truck. He took the chain, and wrapped it around my hands. He then looped it around one of the exhaust pipes above me. Maero tugged it a few times to make sure they were tight. I wasn't going anywhere.
"You see, we were going to kill you. Drag your pathetic corpse through the streets. And make pretty boy over there," Maero then pointed to the Brotherhood member chained to the pipe. The one he believed to be Carlos, "watch, but I think this is much more satisfying."
He then took Fake Carlos, and threw him on the ground behind the truck. He took another chain and hooked one end on his leg, the other on the bottom of the truck.
"You two! Take Juan in the back and fix him up, and send in Mike. He gets to drive the truck." Maero ordered. And with that, I saw Carlos being dragged away. I knew he'd be fine. The Saints will be here in a matter of minutes. Quickly, a short, buff guy jogged into the room.
"Is it true Maero? I get to drive the truck?" He said excitedly, rubbing his hands together.
Maero chuckled deeply, and nodded, he patted the guy on the back.
"Go to town Mike. Literally. And make sure you run over every pothole you can find, cut a few corners. Just remember to go fast." He said darkly, sending me evil glances.
Mike hopped in the driver seat, and started the truck up.
Maero opened the garage door, then walked up to the side of the truck.
"This is all your fault you know? He's going to die slowly, painfully, all because of you. I hope you suffer."
And with that, he pounded the side of the truck, giving Mike the go signal.
Soon enough, we were speeding off, with Juan's poor body dragging behind us. He must've woke up, because I could hear him screaming.
I shuddered, knowing that could've been me. That was supposed to be me! My body is supposed to be dragging through the streets right now! Flesh is supposed to be tearing off my body, rocks lodging in my throat, eyes, nose...
Anxiety began to swell up in my chest, soon it was spreading everywhere. It felt like my entire body was shutting down. I was paralyzed, but shaking at the same time. I began to hyperventilate, my lungs were closing up, I knew it. Oh god! I was dying! I just managed to escape death, and yet I was dying! Dying from fear...from the what if scenarios running through my head, which was already clogged with pain. Painful memories, painful emotions, and many other types of pain. I wanted it to stop! Please God, please make it stop!
MAKE IT STOP!
Then suddenly, an angel was sent from above. No, it was a saint. A beautiful Saint in a sleek purple Bootlegger. I saw the Boss lean out the drivers window, and point a silver gun at the truck.
It was as if a bucket of warm water washed over me. Soothing me. I could breath again, the anxiety slowly retreating back towards my chest. The pain in my head was dull, but bearable.
The Boss fired a couple of shots, and soon the truck swerved; hitting a pole, and eventually stopping.
The Boss stopped the car and ran out, her hair flying behind her.
"ELENA!" She screamed, jumping onto the bed of the truck. She held my face lightly in her hands.
"Are you ok? Can you breath? Oh my god sweetheart please talk to me!"
I nodded my head slightly.
"I'm fine B. Just please get me out of here." I whispered, my voice raspy.
She quickly undid the chain, and soon I was free. I slumped down, completely exhausted. The Boss held me, slowly rubbing my back.
"It's ok now Ellie, you're safe. No one is going to hurt you anymore. You're safe. Everything is alright." She soothed, murmuring softly in my ear. I couldn't help but sob.
Screw being strong and tough, screw being brave. I just wanted someone to hold me. Tell me I never had to touch a gun again, that I never had to fight anyone else. I could just be safe, be normal.
But that could never happen.
Through my sobs I managed to choke out,
"I want Johnny!"
And it was true. I wanted my big brother. I wanted my savior, my protector. I wanted him to curl up on the couch with me, and tell me stories about mom and dad. The stories about all the places they went and the things they did. I wanted to watch silly action movies from the seventies with him. We used to always make fun of how bad they were. But we haven't done that in years. Not since I joined the Saints.
"Shhhh, it's ok. We're gonna go back to Purgatory right now. And he'll be there waiting for you. Ok?" The Boss explained, her voice still gentle.
I nodded, and attempted to get out of the truck, but the pain in my leg came rushing back to me, and I collapsed.
"Watch out for your leg, here let me carry you."
The Boss hooked her arm under my legs, and I wrapped my arms around her neck. She carried me bridal style to the backseat of her car. I slid into the seat and laid down. It was as if all the pain from my head and my leg came surging forward, and I could barely breath. God it just hurt so much.
The Boss walked over to Juan, who was on the ground moaning, and quickly shot him in the head. Then she quickly got into the drivers seat, and we took off.
I could help but moan and sob. The pain was just so unbelievable.
Boss hurriedly took her phone out, dialed a number, and held it up to her ear.
"Listen! Evacuate the place immediately, I only want my lieutenants and Dr. Soto and his assistant in that whole damn building! Understood!? And prep the place for surgery, Little G's in the back seat and she needs medical attention ASAP. I don't care if you use the fucking kitchen counter! Just set it up! Everything better be ready by the time I get there! And tell Gat to get his ass outside now! His sister needs him!" She yelled into the phone, and then threw it on the passenger seat. She snuck a glance at me in the rearview mirror, her eyebrows furrowing in worry.
"I want Johnny." I whimpered, tears still streaming down my face.
"I know honey, we're almost there." She murmured, her eyes going back to the road.
The whole way back the Purgatory was a blur. The Boss kept trying to soothe me, but I just kept crying for my brother. We eventually pulled into the parking lot, and the Boss got out, and ran to open my door.
Dr. Soto and two middle aged women were waiting for me. They quickly loaded me onto a stretcher, and placed an oxygen mask over my face.
"ELENA!"
Johnny! I heard his voice, and I tilted my head in the direction it came from. He was running out of building, his face filled with worry and fear. He ran to my side and grabbed my hand.
"Elena? Oh my god I'm so sorry, this is all my fault!" Johnny murmured, looking at my leg and face.
I squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him that it wasn't his fault, and trying to reassure myself that Johnny was here. I was finally with my brother. The doctor and nurses rolled me into the building and into the elevator. The whole way down Johnny kept muttering about how it was all his fault. He held my hand tightly, as if he was afraid to let go. Eventually we reached the bottom floor, and they rolled me towards the stairs. Everyone took a side, and carried me down. When we reached downstairs, I noticed the kitchen counter was cleared, and a white sheet was placed over it. Trays of surgical tools were lined up, an drip bags were hung, and a monitor was standing close by. The doctors and Johnny lifted me up, and laid me on the counter. I groaned, and Johnny tried to rush to my side, but the Boss stopped him.
"Let the doctor do his job Johnny." The Boss said, holding a hand against his chest.
"Let me be with her! Just until the put her under." He begged, keeping his eyes on me.
The Boss nodded, and he rushed back over.
The doctor lifted my arm, and stuck an IV into my vein. I flinched, and Johnny rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.
"Ok Elena, I'm going to put this mask on, I want you to take deep breaths, and count back from ten." The doctor instructed, and he slipped the mask over my nose and mouth.
I took deep breaths, and soon I felt myself slipping. The last thing I saw was Johnny's face.
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A/N: OH MY LORD I AM SO SORRY. First, it was the end of the school year, so I had finals to study for. THEN my asshole boss decided I should work EVERYDAY. I'm not even sixteen, so I think that's a little much. (But hey, my bank account isn't complaining.) So then I was just exhausted from that. Plus, I have karate, tennis, and a program that I'm a part of. Ya know, summer is supposed to be time to relax, but NO ITS NOT VERY RELAXING SO FAR. And then I had friend drama, but fuck those bitches I'm perfectly fine just chillin with myself tbh. AND THEN BATMAN ARKHAM KNIGHT CAME OUT AND YOU KNOW I WAS UP TILL FOUR AM PLAYING THAT SHIT. which just pissed me the fuck off cause the ending...REALLY!? Ok no spoilers. Annnyyywayyy, I'm actually pretty proud of this chapter. (I better be, I had to rewrite it four times) It shows how strong, yet weak Elena is. Cause in reality shes just a child. Just a quick thing i wanna say- ya know this fandom is really picking it up with all the fanfics! Like damn there are some good ass stories on here! Hella believable too. Im so proud of my fandom friends and their amazing talent in writing. (Not that I actually know anybody on here, i just consider us all friends since we all have something in common) ok, so moral of the story, GOOD JOB GUYS KEEP IT GOING. And if anyone wants me to read their story and give them feedback i would love too! Lets help each other out people! Anyway i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, see ya in the next one!