"AJ!... April…" Punk yelled at the phone, hearing the line go dead as he looked up at Dom.
"What the fuck have you done to them?" Dean inched towards Dom.
"Some of my guys have just paid them a visit. But don't worry Phil, I did tell them to be careful with April. I wouldn't want anything to happen to that sweet little baby." Dom said, feeling a punch strike out on his face from Punk, sending him to the floor to where Punk was standing over him.
Punk crouched down, took his gun out his pocket and pressed the end of the weapon against Dom's head, his finger on the trigger as he shut his eyes, reliving all of the past few months, how hurt AJ had been, how upset and scared she had felt because him, what this man had done to her, done to his family and friends. He didn't deserve to take another breath.
He pulled the trigger, the whole apartment echoing with a bang as they all looked away, not exactly the cleanest shooting they had seen from the gun being up so close.
Punk felt no emotion, no remorse whatsoever what doing what he had done. The man deserved to be exactly where his father was. Burning in hell.
But now they had to turn their attention to a clearly endangered AJ and Renee who were both a three hour drive away.
With AJ and Renee…
All AJ could see was darkness. She was sitting on a hard chair with a black blindfold around her eyes, her hands tied behind her back. She had no idea where Renee was or what had happened to her, but she was scared. She tried to fight them when she spotted intruders, but her pregnant instincts were holding her back.
She was scared yet again, knowing that her boyfriend was more than a three hours drive away, that was if her boyfriend was still in one piece. She knew she was in a room upstairs, she didn't know which, all she could remember was being dragged up each step by the hair, no one showing her the decency or respect that she deserved whilst being pregnant.
She jumped when she heard the door bang, realising she was with company, not knowing who was with her or why, her eyes completely shut out from the world as was her movement in her arms.
She could feel a presence getting closer to her, suddenly feeling a touch on her thigh, causing her to flinch with fear.
"Please… let us go." AJ shook her head with a small cry, if they wouldn't let her go, they could at least let Renee go, wherever she was.
She didn't hear a reply, just a loud heavy breathing that had seemed to crouch down, both hands on her thighs now, feeling the force of these hands begin to spread her legs from each other. She couldn't let history repeat itself, especially not when she couldn't see anything. She was shaking with fear, her ears picking up on a zipper being undone, a small whimper escaping her mouth.
"Please, don't." AJ shook her head from side to side rapidly, closing her legs back together as the two hands pushed them back apart. She felt like she was going to throw up. She couldn't go through this all again. She wouldn't survive. She barely survived the first time.
Just as she began to feel the hands to the presence she was feeling, strike out and undo her jeans button, she heard the door open, a voice coming from the door that she couldn't quite hear, lucky enough feeling the presence start to disappear away, the door banging shut as she let out a deep sigh of relief.
She couldn't just sit and wait for whatever that was to come back and finish what he wanted to start. She had to think of a plan.
She knew she was on quite a dainty wooden chair, she assumed it would break very easily, so she tipped the chair back, falling hard on her back, hoping the baby would be ok, successfully snapping the chair enough for her to wriggle her hands free and out of around the chair. She then took her blindfold off and threw it away, looking around at the bedroom she was in, going back to the chair and breaking one of the legs off to use as a weapon, everything else in the room being useless to her.
She slowly walked to the door, pressing her ear against it to listen for any voices, hearing nothing and opening it up, tip toeing out and running down the hall, checking rooms carefully for Renee.
After checking every room upstairs, she headed for the staircase, looking down through the railings to see if anyone was downstairs, after not seeing anyone in sight, she tip toed down and ran behind a wall, peaking around it and watching her step.
She ran into the kitchen and spotted Renee in the exact same position she was, blindfolded on a seat with her hands behind her back.
"Renee…" AJ whispered, "Keep quiet, yeah?" She said, grabbing a knife from the rack and going behind Renee, untying her hands and taking her blindfold off.
"What is happening?" Renee shook with fear, standing up and looking at AJ, "We're going to die, aren't we… oh my god." Renee panicked.
"We are not going to die." AJ promised, "Stay behind me." She said, walking out of the kitchen just to bump into the men who had put them in this situation. Their language was some sort of khorian and they were fast. AJ blinked and she was being held at knife point.
She couldn't understand anything the men were saying, they weren't speaking english.
They were dragged into the sitting area, their arms once again tied behind their back as they were roughly shoved to lie on the floor, the furniture being tipped upside down around them, one man going around and soaking everything with alcoholic toxins and petrol.
AJ watched in horror as one of the men lit a match, throwing it onto the soaking flammable couch, flames catching right away, circling around her and Renee as they tried to wriggle out of the rope tied behind their arms.
"Don't breathe in the smoke!" AJ yelled at Renee, the sound of fire crackling around them overshadowing her voice.
For once in her life, AJ couldn't count on Punk to come save her, he was three hours away at least, he was most likely in a war with Dom. She didn't want to die, she wasn't ready to leave this place. She didn't want to die pregnant. She wanted to meet her baby girl.
She closed her eyes and prayed that it wouldn't hurt when the fire caught on to them, which could be any minute. Renee was still squirming around and yelping for help that wasn't coming…
Until AJ's ears picked up on a loud noise from outside, like a strong gust of window had just came.
With Punk, Dean, Seth and Roman…
"We arrive in style bitches." Dean hopped out of the helicopter, taking his gun out and shooting the korean man running down to approach him.
Punk followed out of the extremely loud helicopter with Seth and Roman behind, immediately dropping his gun when he seen the house on fire, sprinting up the hill to the house with Dean right behind him, leaving Seth and Roman to take out Dom's little korean friends.
"You stay out here." Punk told Dean, "I'll get them both." Punk said as Dean shook his head.
"No, I need to get Renee!" Dean yelled as Punk held him back.
"Stay here!" Punk shouted, "I'll get them both. I promise." He said as Dean paused from his wriggling, nodding and watching Punk cover his mouth over his taken off sweater, running into the burning house, pushing his way through fallen bits of ceiling and wood, hearing faint cries from the living room.
He followed the cries into the living room, spotting AJ and Renee lying down on the floor.
AJ thought she was dreaming. She had to be. He couldn't have got here so quick.
Punk ran over to them, picking them up one by one, throwing Renee over his shoulder, holding AJ close to his chest, pressing her head in against him for her to not breathe any fuels in.
"Hang in there." Punk told them, their faces dusty and black, luckily the fire having not reached them yet.
Punk kicked down bits of furniture in his way, following the bright light that was the door, stumbling out it and down the steps, tumbling over with AJ while Renee was caught by a thankful Dean.
AJ lay on Punks chest coughing, turning her head to look down at Punk who was smiling.
"Are you ok?" Punk asked her.
"Yes." AJ nodded, leaning down and kissing his black lips with her equally black lips, running her hands through his hair as he held her close.
She wasn't dreaming, he'd really saved her, unexplainably in AJ's defence. She just lay there for a few more minutes, pressing her lips on his, suddenly feeling someone roll her roughly off him, one of the korean men pulling Punk to his weak feet and punching him to where blood flew out his mouth.
AJ looked up and turned to Dean, noticing he was over with Renee at the ambulance that was called. She couldn't see Seth or Roman either. She got to her feet and watched as Punk quarreled with the man down the hill, tumbling over and rolling down for the most of the way, both of them ending up landing on the frozen lake.
AJ ran down with the only energy she had, hearing Punk warn her not to come on the ice while he got beat to a pulp by the skillful, quick man in front of him, what seemed to be the last man standing from Dom's team.
"What is he doing?" Seth ran over when he seen AJ, about to step on the lake to help his friend when he heard a cracking noise, immediately taking his foot back and looking at AJ.
"Punk!" AJ yelled, "Get off the…"
She watched as the ice caved in, splitting a circle around where Punk and the smaller man were standing, both of them slipping right under. AJ watched as Punk tried to grasp on to the ice with his hands, falling to her knees when she seen his hands disappear, his full body underneath the freezing cold lake. From fire to ice. She didn't believe he could possibly pull through, not in such freezing cold depths. He would most likely freeze and that terrified her. She watched and watched the patch that was broken, hoping… praying that he would show.
Seth frowned with a quivering lip as he crouched down to AJ, wrapping his arm around her as she buried her head into his shoulder, not being able to watch. It was up to Punk and his own strength to save himself. If anyone went in there to get him, they would only be killing themselves.
Seth watched and watched as AJ cried into him, Roman far in the distance with Dean and Renee. He had to double blink when he seen two tattooed hands grasp on to the edge of the full intact ice, pulling himself up with so much pain in his face.
"Look… look." Seth nudged AJ as she turned around and watched Punk pulling himself up from under the ice, his face a blue, purple colour which wasn't good, his chitters so loud they could hear it from over on the grass.
Seth left AJ's side and very carefully walked onto the ice, taking Punks hand, feeling like he was being stabbed by icebergs when he held it, never feeling something so cold in his life. No body was meant to be so cold.
Seth managed to get Punk laid on the grass out of any more frozen lake danger.
AJ watched in fear as Punk shook, as if he was being electrocuted.
"Take his clothes off and hug him. I'll go get someone." Seth said, running up the hill as AJ quickly began to strip Punk out of his freezing wet clothes that had actually became rather solid like ice.
Stay with me, baby. Just look at me." AJ looked into Punks eyes, knowing his body was beginning to not respond, "Keep your eyes on me." She said with fear, stripping him down to his boxers, pulling him up into her arms and hugging him tightly, trying to give him some of her own body heat, feeling him shiver and chitter like never before.
"Keep your eyes open." AJ ran her hands through his frosty hair, "Don't fall asleep." AJ begged, hugging him tightly, not being surprised if she would have squeezed him to death.
His body was stone cold, his lips were blue and his eyelids were going purple. His eyes were beginning to shut over, staying shut for longer and longer.
"Stay with me, Punk. Think about me… think about our daughter." AJ said, watching his eyes open with determination, so much pain in his body, so much frozen pain. He'd been shot and it hurt more than this.
"She needs you." AJ told him, "Don't you die on her." She bit her lip trying to hold back the tears, "Don't you die on me." She held him tightly, feeling him get taken out of her arms and into professionals, a blanket being wrapped around him tightly as well as some sort of foiled blanket.
All she could do was watch, her tears cleaning the black dust from her cheeks. He looked so weak, it made her feel weak, he needed to pull through this. After everything they had been through, he had to pull through this.
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