AN: I know you guys are still waiting on a Part 2 of Running Into Your Arms, it is being uploaded in a few days. I promise.
This is picking up where Enforcer took place.
This chapter is very short.
Enjoy.
Bella finally maneuvers herself from the cold wall, her voice now raw. She shudders at the dead body at her feet, side-stepping the blood as best she could. She could see chunks of flesh, and she swallowed heavily, laying a shaking hand on the door, peeking her head out. The screaming had since stopped, though she could still hear loud bangs and snarls.
She eyed the blood all over the walls and floor, following the trail down the long winding hallway. She finds herself getting closer to the sounds of banging, and then the screaming starts once again. Nurses pop out of rooms, ignoring her altogether as they tried to book it out of the nearest exit. She kept herself upright using the wall as leverage, her fingers running over sticky smears.
The lights flickered on and off, and Bella followed the destructive path of her blonde savior. She ends up at the end of the hall, and all she can see is a room, in the middle, one of the doctors of the facility. Her savior moved too fast for her to see, but every swish of a blonde blur, the doctor would get bloodier and bloodier, their eyes widening, scratches appearing on their face and lab material. Her breath catches in her throat as the blonde man comes to a stop in front of her. He was literally covered in blood, his teeth coated in it. "Close your eyes," He softly commands.
She eyes him for a moment, seeing as he was serious. She does so, her face scrunching up as a squelching sound register in her ears, the doctor's horrified gasp of breath echoing within the small room. The nurses that had ran off had ended up at the area Jasper had entered but couldn't seem to leave. She opens them when his cool hand brushes back a few locks of hair. She meets his eyes fully, tilting her head. "You are real," She whispers, tears suddenly pooling in her eyes.
His cold thumbs ran under her cheeks, eyes narrowing in anger. "Their lies do not need your tears…" He whispers. Bella sucks in a shuddering breath, feeling drawn under his captive gaze. His eyes shift momentarily, gaze hardening as he eyes the security guard that had drawn a gun. Too fast for the guard to see, Jasper had blurred around Bella, shielding her from the possibility of getting hurt. In the blink of an eye, the security guard was gone, and Bella was once again left alone. She listened to the amplified screams of terror, the loud growling, blindly following the halls and into the front lobby of the facility. There sat maybe 10 people, oblivious to the murder going on around them. Some were old, and some were young.
They ignored her like they did everything else, doped up on nothing.
She fiddles with her gown, looking around. She felt sad. She was upset that these people were left here to rot, all alone. With nothing, and no one. No one to save them. She looks over towards the ajar door, her bare feet paddling across the old, wooden boards. She pulls open the door, feeling the cold, harsh, wet wind blow at her. The wind whipped at her hair violently, and she squinted into the darkness. She looks back towards the people that had been held captive just as much as she was with a frown. "You're free…" She whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. She felt like she was talking to herself rather than to the patients. "You can go now…" She says a bit more forcefully, raising her voice a bit.
She's greeted with a few looks of unimportance and is ignored again. Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision. She hears an even set of footsteps, now registering that only the wind could be heard. Looking to her right, her blonde savior steps from out of the shadows and into the dimly lit room. He looked perfect. Horribly, and bloody perfect. There was blood in splotches on his face, in his hair, his red eyes practically glowing. His shirt was tattered, even his chest was touched by the dark red blood.
He slowly glides towards her, caressing her cheek when in reach. "They are lost. Too far gone," He holds out his hand, and waits as she stares at him wide-eyed. She looks down at is hand, then back up to meet his eyes. "What about me?" She whispers. "What's going to happen to me?" He tilts his had at her, eyes softening. He simply offers his hand again, feeling her flurrying emotions of confusion, fear, and hope.
Her small, warm hand grasps his, and he raises her hand to his lips. "You are free now," He croons softly.