Chapter 6
Lisa
That bastard, she thought to herself. I thought he was supposed to be protecting me!
Thousands upon thousands of curses swirled around her head. That is, if she ever reached that mark. His grip was getting tighter and tighter by the second, and she was losing consciousness at the same rate. A few more minutes, and she would be done for. How could she have ever trusted that guy? How could she have ever trusted one of 'them'? Her brother had been taken into jail, and before the sister died, Lisa had lost all faith and hope in the police. All that they had done was destroy her life.
Was this some sort of joke? The sick bastard. If she ever got out of this, she would kill him. If this was his sort of entertainment, she would…She would……………….. Argh, his hands are like ice! No, his hand is like cold hard steel! No matter, it won't be long until it stops, one way of another…………………
Crane
He had to do something! But what? Mr. Body builder over there was making quick use of her. But if he didn't act soon, he would be finished even before Crane had got there!
Jonathan dug his hands in his pockets, out of sheer disappointment, not just for his failing job, but for himself not helping a woman. The air was cold outside, so it was a nice change when his hands were in his pockets. They were empty, so they were just like gloves. All except the one on his right. There was something cold in it. With a disapproving sigh, he got out what it was. As he picked it up, his fingers fell upon some sort of trigger. Now he knew what it was!
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Lisa was dangling helplessly from the man's grasp. She was pretty much out of it when Jonathan was just on the other side of the wall. He was tempted to just shoot the bastard, but what would happen then? What would be the conciquences? He decided to just be calm and do something else.
In the meantime, 'Jack' was still holding her, but with his other hand, he got something from one of his pockets. He got it out and showed it to her for a second, just so she knew what was going on. She saw it, but didn't panic. For one, she already knew what he was going to do. The other reason was because she just didn't have the energy. Besides, Crane wasn't going to help her.
Jonathan was losing his patience. He had decided to wait until he knew for sure that this was their man. Jack rested the blade on her neck, teasing her and planning to take her by surprise. He felt that he always enjoyed it more if his victim was terrified at her time of death. That way, the corpse would look more interesting. But enough was enough. She wasn't going to scream or anything. At least this way, the body might give the police the wrong idea, that it might have been someone else committing the crime. He was about to get her when he heard a sudden and loud noise. It was a gun-shot. By the sounds of it, it was fairly close. He didn't want to take any chances, so, with a growl, he let her flop to the ground and took of. Jonathan hid in the shadows until Jack was out of site.