Chapter 18: Time's Up

          "Looks like your knight in shining armor isn't coming," Rick observed smugly. Brenda looked up at him, her lip swollen and bleeding with a bruise forming over her left eye.

          "He'll be here," Brenda said confidently. She never wanted anyone so much in her life to come. She didn't care if she had to be the weak, delicate maiden that was rescued; she just wanted to get out of here.

          Rick snickered as if to say: you go ahead and believe that.

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          Jason found a deserted taxi in the street of the airport. He hobbled over and slid into the driver's seat, throwing his crutches on the seat next to him. To his luck, the driver had left the keys in the car. He started the ignition, and slammed on the gas.

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          "His three minutes are up, my dear," Rick announced happily. He seemed like a toddler who had just gotten a lollypop. He walked over to her.

          Brenda wanted so much just to slap him straight across the face, but she couldn't because her hands were tied behind her back. Rick cupped her face with his hand. She wanted to spit on it. A grin formed on Rick's face.

          "There's no use in resisting, it will only make it more painful."

          Brenda was fed up. Without thinking, she bite Rick's outstretched hand. She let her teeth sink into his flesh as help yelped in pain. She only wished that she could do more to hurt him. She heard screeching in the background, like a car, and she prayed that it was someone to help her, mainly Jason.

          Rick eventually pulled his hand away, and it was bleeding freely now.

          "You'll wish you never did that, you little bitch."

          "You will wish that you had never came to Port Charles, Rick, but I think I would still rather be in my position then yours," she remarked, trying to make herself feel braver.

          Rick turned around, hearing the sound in the background. Brenda desperately tried to get the ropes bearing her hands together untied, but she couldn't.

          "Shit," she whispered. She looked up, finding a taxicab driving up to them, followed by another white car.

          God, Brenda thought, let that be Jason.

          Rick reached into his jacket again, and this time Brenda saw him remove the gun she had seen earlier that day. Now she wished that it wasn't Jason for his own safety.

          As the taxi neared, Rick shot the gun, shattering one of the windows of the car. The car continued to drive, and Brenda figured that the driver was still all right. The car swerved near them and parked right in front of her.

          BAM.

          Rick fired another shot. He was determined to kill this person even though he didn't know who it was.

       BAM.

          A back window shattered. Brenda's prayers vanished. The person who was driving the car surely had to be dead by now. The second white car drove up, but Rick did nothing to it.

          Out stepped a blonde dressed in very flashy black clothes. Brenda had never seen this woman before, but she could already tell she bad news. Rick reloaded his gun.

          "Claudia," he said normally. It was as if it was no big deal firing a gun at an oncoming car.


          "Rick."

          "You were supposed to have him killed before he could get here," Rick growled, slightly agitated. He shrugged. "No matter, I will finish your job for you.

          The door of the taxi opened, and out stepped Jason. His face was smashed on one side, but he didn't appear to be shot. He limped out into the open without his crutches.

          "Jason Morgan, welcome."

          "Glad to be here," Jason answered sarcastically.

          "See, Claudia?" Rick said. "It is so easy to kill our Mr. Morgan here, all I have to do is take one shot, then take care of his girlfriend here."

          Claudia had a gun now. Brenda made eye contact his Jason, her eyes yelling to him: TAKE OUT YOUR GUN!

          Jason reached into his pocket, but his gun wasn't there. He froze, tensing up.

          "Shit," he mumbled to himself.

          "Missing your gun?" Rick asked, laughing. "Claudia, here, took care of it."

          Rick took a gun from Claudia's hand and held it up, teasing Jason. "Do you want it, Jason? You can come and get it." Jason didn't move. 

          He pointed this gun to Brenda. "Or would you rather have her die?"

          He pulled Brenda up, jerking her violently. His voice rose. "DO YOU WANT HER TO DIE OR NOT?"

          Jason's eyes flashed. "Leave her out of this. What do you want with her?"

          Rick pressed the gun up against Brenda's scalp. "The same thing you want with her. I a little hot pepper here and there," He kissed Brenda on the cheek, and she grimaced. "Then get rid of her. Only I will be getting rid of her permanently."

          He whispered in Brenda's ear. "What do you say about that, sweet heart?"

          "I am not your sweet heart," she said angrily. "And I never will be."

          "That's right," Rick agreed. He pulled back the trigger. Brenda's eyes shut immediately.

          "Don't!" Jason moved forward, but Claudia raised her gun higher at him.

          The bullet zipped past Brenda's ear.

          "How did you like that, Brenda?" Rick whispered again. "You want another one, but this time on target?"

          Brenda shook her head, tears flowing down her face.

          "No," she sobbed. "No."

          There was a smack of metal behind them, and Rick's head turned like an owl's. Jason has a crowbar in his hands, and the blonde haired woman was now lying to the ground, blood oozing out of her head. Jason now held her gun.

          "Let her go," he ordered.

          "I can kill her faster then you can aim your gun," Rick said. "I believe I'd rather take my chances." He raised Brenda higher. "Then I'll kill you, and everyone will just think that you killed Brenda. How do you like that, Brenda?"

          He turned back to her. "Are you ready to feel the pure venom of Sonny Corinthos? It's his fault you're here. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be dieing today."

          Brenda couldn't deny it because she didn't know what she could say that would help her live. He held the gun to her head, ready to shoot, but suddenly he pointed his gun a new direction, toward Jason.

          BAM.

          Brenda's head turned, and she saw Jason on the ground.

          "Jason!" she screamed.

          "What's the matter, Brenda? Are you sad that your husband died? You don't love him, so what is he worth to you? He's just a killer. A ruthless, heartless killer. He doesn't care about you one damn bit."

          "You know nothing about Jason," Brenda whimpered.

          "I'm sorry to do this to you, Brenda, but I have to. If I don't, you'll let everyone know that I killed Jason," Brenda choked on her tears. "And we can't have that. But, don't worry, you'll be missed greatly."

          The gun pointed back to her.

          "Don't," she cried. "Don't."

          "I have to."

          Brenda sniffled. She never thought of dieing like this. A wicked smile was on Rick's face.

          BAM.

          Rick fell to the ground.

          BAM.

          He let out a squeal.

          BAM.

      

          Brenda scrambled away from Rick. Blood dripped down from his side, and Brenda saw several bullet wounds. Tears fell down her face. She saw another gun be shoved to the ground, and she felt the arms of a leather jacket wrapped around her.

          A/N Awww. It ended happily- for now. Some serious Brazen action in the next chapter, so review to get it up faster!!! I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you review!

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