CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE – I Would Die For You
"Let us out," Martha screamed as she and Jack banged on the door.
Martha knew there was no point in banging on the door. There was no way in hell that Jamie would let them out. He was going to let them burn alive in the small room.
"There's no point Jack," Martha coughed as she breathed in the smoke. It was burning her throat and she was starting to have trouble breathing.
Jack grabbed hold of Martha's arm and pulled her down to the ground. "Just stay down okay?" he told her as he let out a cough of his own.
"There's no use. We're going to die anyway," Martha gasped.
"Just calm down, stop panicking," Jack told her as he started kicking at the door.
Martha glared at him. "Calm down. How am I supposed to calm down? I'm in a room full of smoke and I can't breathe. Any minute now, those flames are going to touch us and we're going to burn to death," she screamed as she watched the flames grow closer to her. Soon enough they would be licking at her skin.
"Just don't give up yet. Please," Jack begged. "Help could be on its way for all we know. If we keep yelling out, they'll hear us. We just need to make more noise," he explained.
Martha shook her head at him. "I can't Jack. I don't have enough energy," she cried. "I don't feel too good, and I'm starting to feel dizzy," her breath was starting to come out in great gasps.
Jack looked at her and noticed her eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Hey, no stay awake," he said to her as he cupped her face. "Come on Martha open your eyes," he pleaded.
Martha opened her eyes to look at him; knowing that this could be the last time she ever saw him. "I'm sorry," she wheezed. "Bye," she managed to say before finally closing her eyes once more and falling into unconsciousness.
"No, no, no no," Jack cried out. "Don't do this to me," he yelled as he picked up her limp body and held it against his.
"Please don't leave me," a tear started to slide down his ash-stained face. "I need you".
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Kim could hear the screams coming from inside the warehouse. He knew he couldn't hold back any longer He didn't know what was going on inside but it didn't sound pretty. He knew he'd have to risk his life to save his friends.
He ran to the door of the warehouse and just as he walked inside; the cries for help stopped. He spotted Jamie standing in the middle of the room; his back facing to him. Kim could hear a slight laughter coming from him.
Kim looked around the room; trying to find Martha and Jack, when his eyes finally rested on a door. He could see an orange light and smoke billowing out from the crack between the floor and door. Oh my god, Kim thought to himself as he raised his hand to his mouth. He knew what was going on. The room was alight; with Jack and Martha inside.
Kim paused for only one more second before sprinting into action. He let out a loud roar as he lurched himself across the room. Upon hearing the noise behind him; Jamie spun around, only to be knocked to the ground by Kim's large body. Kim raised his fist and smashed it into the other man's face as hard as he could; and then once more for good measure.
Jamie lay on the ground; moaning out in pain and clutching at his nose. Kim quickly scrambled away from him and moved fast towards the door. He grabbed at the metal bar that was locking the door in its place. He slid it from its restraints and dropped it to the ground with a loud thud. He latched onto the door and reefed it open. The heat from the flames sizzled on his skin. He held his hand up to protect himself.
He was horrified when he looked down and found Jack clutching at Martha's limp body.
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Jack looked up in surprise and was even more surprised when he found Kim standing there. "Kim," he gasped.
"Oh god," Kim said when he noticed Martha's unconscious body. "Come on," Kim helped Jack stand and then helped carry Martha from the room.
From the corner of his eye, Jack noticed Jamie lying on the ground not far from them. "How did you get him down?" he asked as he gasped for air.
"I punched him a couple times," Kim answered. "Is she….?" He then looked down at Martha.
"No, she's alive," Jack answered but was still trying to convince himself at the same time. "She slipped unconscious about thirty seconds before you opened the door. I just hope some help gets here soon," he said.
Jack knew that Martha needed oxygen and she needed it soon. Her lungs would have been filled with dirty smoke and it wouldn't have been good for her. He was just thanking god that she still had a pulse. All Jack cared about now was getting her out of there before Jamie got up again. And he would do anything to make sure that happened. Martha was what was most important. He loved her and would do anything for her; even if it meant dying in the process.
"I sent Kit back to the car so that she could call the cops. They should be here soon," Kim explained.
"Good," Jack coughed as he tried to clear his throat from the smoky residue.
Jack was about to suggest that they go outside when he heard rustling come from across the room. Both boys jerked their heads up in the direction of the noise. Jack looked in horror as Jamie slowly approached them with the knife in his hands.
"Can't that guy just stay down," Kim groaned.
"You stay the hell away from us," Jack yelled at Jamie. "Stay the hell away from Martha," he spat out.
"Why are you risking your life for her?" Jamie wanted to know.
"I'm a cop," Jack scoffed. "Risking my life is my job you moron," he snapped.
"Big mistake buddy," Jamie laughed as he neared them.
"No, you're the one making the mistake," a female voice sounded from the door of the warehouse.
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Kit stood at the doorway; aiming the gun at the son of a bitch that had hurt her friend one too many times.
"No, you're the one making the mistake," she yelled out; gaining his attention.
"Get out of here Kit," Kim cried out when he spotted her.
"No," Kit stood her ground. "I will not let him hurt anybody else. I will not let him hurt Mac anymore," she cried as her eyes welled up with tears.
"Women with guns," Jamie laughed. "I've seen a lot of that lately. Should I be scared?" he asked.
Kit's hands were shaking but she held the gun firmly as she moved closer to Jamie. "If you take one more step towards them, I'll shoot you," she warned him.
"That's what Martha said, and then the stupid girl missed anyway," Jamie scoffed. "But you're welcome to give it your best shot," he smiled smartly.
Kit shrugged. "Fine; I will," and with that she pressed her finger hard against the trigger and one single gun shot echoed through the air.
I've never seen this kind of love
The kind that won't wash away
And then leave you in the dark
I would die for you
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've never kissed a sweeter mouth
I've never been swept away
It's what dreams are made up of
Don't you know I could not survive
Without you in my life
I would die for you
I would die for you
I would die for you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ya ya
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ya ya
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ya ya
Yeah yeah yeah
I've never seen this kind of love
The kind that won't slip away
Yes, I'm soaring through your heart
Don't you know I could not survive
Without you in my life
I would die for you
I would die for you
I would die for you
I Would Die For You - Jann Arden
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