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DPOV:
Friday couldn't come soon enough for me.
After many discussions - arguments - between Abe and I, it was decided that we would simply go in, guns blazing. Both of us knew Victor most likely knew we were going to do something, so there was no point in being subtle.
On the morning of D-day, we began preparing ourselves. Kevlar vests under shirts, belts filled with guns and various other weapons resting around our waists, and a dozen men out of Abe's 'army' were only some of the steps we took before storming Victor's lair.
By the time 5 p.m. - our designated 'attack time' - rolled around, the anticipation was so bad that I was literally twitching. It settled in my stomach like some kind of slimy jumping bean, inviting a party of angry hummingbirds to dance around in my stomach. I was wired so tightly that when one of Abe's men suddenly came into the room to tells us it was time, I almost blew his head off.
After that slightly scare, we all filed out to the three green, military-style Jeeps we would be taking. Abe and I climbed into the first one with only two man, saving the last seat for Rose; the other 10 men split themselves between the last two Jeeps.
We drove quickly to the club, the other two Jeeps trailing behind us. As soon as the Jeep stopped, everyone was out, leaving the doors open. We strode purposefully into the club through the backdoor - even though we weren't exactly hiding our intentions, we didn't want to be stopped any more than necessary. We had timed our arrival well; the guards were just switching, so no one was there. That didn't mean that the guards further on her also switching; Victor was smart. He staggered the rotation so that there was always some guards on duty. Very ingenious, if you ask me, and I would have applauded his intelligence and wit. Now, it was simply an annoyance and hindrance.
The rooms were, thank the Lord, close by the backdoor, yet another reason we used it.
"Spread out," Abe commanded his men through the headset each of us had. He pointed to two men, his near guards. "You two, come with me."
We made our way swiftly toward Rose's room. Halfway there, we were ambushed. Suddenly, everything was in pandemonium. Guards surrounded us, shooting every which way, Abe's men shooting back, shouting, shouting orders, shouting cries of pain, calling for backup, calling retreat. Through it all, I ducked, trying to avoid dying. trying to keep my promise. I would keep my promise, I thought, gritting my teeth and pushing through. I would find her, help her. Or die trying. You promised, her voiced seemed to whisper. You promised to be safe.
This is war! I wanted to scream back. I can't guarantee my safety; only hers.
Then you're a liar.
I pushed through the chaos blindly, hoping to find some safe ground where I could get my bearings.
Suddenly, I hit a wall. ducking into a corner, I surveyed the scene. Guards were fighting guards; hand to hand, gun to gun. Patron were screaming, cowering, running, joining in. Girls were crying, men, wounded, were groaning. And somewhere, somewhere, he was laughing.
I couldn't hear him; there was no sound but the dying and dead in this place, but I felt in my heart; his laughter cold and maniacal, getting closer and closer, as I sat far away.
No! Something in me broke. I have to get to her! With a mighty effort, I stood up, dodging men left and right, pushing through the sea. But unlike for Moses, this sea didn't part for me; I fought through myself.
I had the incredible serendipity of finding exactly where Rose was. Or her room, anyway. There was no guarantee she was actually in there. I threw open the door, praying to whoever was up there that she was safe and sound behind the door. I walked through the door, looking around. My eyes landed on Rose.
With s high pitched cry, she hurled herself into my arms. "Oh, God, I thought you would never make it! What's going on? It sounds like World War III out there!" She kept patting down my chest and arms as if to make sure I was alright.
"Pretty damn close," I muttered, also checking her over to make sure she was fine.
"Rose!" Abe's voice sounded from behind us.
Both of us turned around to see Abe, his face slightly banged up, and bleeding from one arm, but otherwise whole, with no visible holes.
"Are you-are you my father? The one Dimitri talked so much about?" Rose asked quizzically, slowly pulling away. Abe strode farther into the room, stopping a few feet away from us.
"Yes, yes I'm your father." Abe nodded eagerly, opening his arms wide.
Rose began walking toward him but just before she could reach him, someone jumped into the room, grabbing her and putting a gun to her head. Simultaneously, both Abe and I pulled out our guns and pointed them at the perpetrator.
"Victor!" Abe spat, glaring holes into the man's - no, the animal's face.
"Abe! My dear friend. We meet again." Victor smiled sickeningly, his eyes wild with insanity.
"Why?" Abe cried out desperately, staring in horror at the gun pointed at Rose's head. "What did she ever do to you?"
"She? She?" Victor grabbed her hair and shook her by it, subsequently shaking her whole body. I could see Rose gritting her teeth to keep from crying out, and felt mine clench in response. I could almost feel her pain it was so tangible. "She is paying for you!" Victor screeched, looking truly crazy, his eyes glowing with a strange light. "You took the only thing I loved away from me! You took my Natalie!" He had tears pouring down his face now. "So I took the only thing you were protecting! Some protection she had!" He laughed again, the sound chilling my bones. "I took her! But I didn't kill her, oh no! I did worse! I took her and I broke her!You will never have your little girl! I broke her! She's used toy no one wants! Noone will want her! She will never feel loved! Just like my Natalie! Rotting away on her grave, never feeling a father's love again! She's brokenand I can't fix her! So I broke her! Now you can't fix her! You will feel my pain in each of her screams! When she dreams of what I put her through, you will feel my pain! Death would be a blessing for her, but oh no! I would never give you the satisfaction of a clean death! Oh no. You will suffer tenfold what I did! I swore! I swore until my dying breath I would get revenge! I did!" He laughed again. He pressed the gun farther into Rose's head. "Or maybe I'll give daddy dearest nightmares until his dying of the me blowing the brains out of his daughter. Why don't we see if she's pretty and brainy? Huh?"
Rose looked at me, panicked, then determined. It seemed that in his little rant, Victor forgot that Rose could still fight back. For once, her height worked in her favor. She slipped down a little until her elbow was about level with his groin. Then, taking a deep breath, she pulled her elbow back and rammed it straight into his nuts, then stomped on his foot. Automatically, Victor's hold on her slipped as the pain kicked in. I found myself wincing at the imagined pain, but all was forgotten as Rose sprinted across the room into my arms. I caught her, using her momentum to spin us around so she was behind me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Victor get up, swaying slightly on his feet. Abe brought up his gun level with Victor's head, and I pulled Rose into my chest, hiding her face, and put mine her hair as the gun rang out one last time, and Victor hit the ground, never getting up again.
A/N: Sorry it took so long! Well, what do you guys think? Good enough rescue? Was it worth the wait? Please tell me! Even if you never review again, please tell me what you think of this chapter; I feel like I didn't do it justice...
On a side note, I just realized that there are about 2-3 more chapters to this story; then it's complete! Sequel? Well, that's up to you! I have a poll on my profile, but please don't vote until you read the last chapter. I'm not quite done torturing yet...The next chapter should be soon! This one wasn't too late...(: