Now Chloe Sullivan had always had quick reflexes. Admittedly, she was no god in athleticism or any sport athletically, but she had always been fast. Though Lois was bigger than her and no slouch as an athlete, Her smaller cousin had always been the fastest in the family. Perhaps it was her speed. Perhaps it was instinct. Perhaps it was just luck, but Chloe's body had hit the floor exactly a quarter of a second after the man burst in to the room. The momentum sent him flying across the bed and smashing in to the window, almost falling out. His head slammed through the window, sending small chunks of glass in to his neck. He screamed and fell back down.
Chloe instantly forced herself to her feet and quickly made her way to the door. She opened it just in time to see the axe swinging towards her. She slammed it shut and tripped back, watching the axe blade cut cleanly through the wood.
"Bart!" She hollered.
A single blow sent the door flying off it's hinges. A man of average height with bulging muscles came in. "He's not here!" Lazarus screamed, "There's no one here to save you!"
He picked her up by the hair. She kicked at him desperately. He roared with laughter.
"Let me go!" She screamed. She grabbed a fork off the nearby table and stabbed it at him. The points entered his cheeks and dug in to his skin, letting blood run freely through. Chloe reared back for another floor and this one went under his eye. She jerked it out. The man dropped her and screamed.
"I'll kill you!" He said, holding his empty eye socket.
Chloe crawled away. The 1st attacker now stood up.
"You'll die for this!" Miguel screamed.
Chloe stood up as he rushed at her. She waited till the last possible moment and dove aside. He ran right past and in to the closet, breaking the doors.
"Uhhh!" He cried out.
"Leave me alone!" Chloe hollered again.
"You know we can't do that, sweetie." A voice said from the doorway.
Chloe turned to Sancho.
"Please," she pleaded, "Let me go."
"Not a chance."
"I don't have anything to do with this."
"Where's Bart?" He asked.
"I don't know," she said, "he left me."
"Where's Bart!" He hollered again.
"I don't know!" She hollered back.
"Don't lie to me." He said coolly.
"Please believe me, I don't know where he is."
He walked slowly up to her. "You know what I do with liars?" he asked.
"No," she said, "but I know what you should do with your breath."
He was silent for a moment, then he chuckled softly. "You have quiet a sense of humor."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, but what good will it do if you're dead?"
"Go ahead," she bluffed, "Kill me. Bart is long gone."
"No he isn't," Sancho said softly, "And we both know that, darling."
"Don't call me that. I'm not your darling."
He lifted her chin with his finger.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled, slapping it away.
His eyes almost turned red with anger. "Never hit me again."
"Never touch me again!" She retorted.
"You don't understand, do you darling?" He asked.
"What is there to understand?" she challenged.
He raised a hand and 20 men stepped inside. She gulped. Sancho smiled, "I'll do whatever I want with you, whenever I want."
"Like hell you will." She said, her lip quivering.
"What did you just say?" He walked closer to her, eyes blazing with fire.
"She said Like hell you will!" Before anyone could say anything, Sancho went flying across the room in to the wall. Bart stood where Sancho had just been standing. Sancho smacked in to the wall and fell back in to the bed. He stood up, rather shakily, his forehead bleeding.
"You," he croaked out, pointing at Bart, "are going to pay for that."
Immediately, the men rushed at Bart.
Bart grabbed Chloe and zipped through the number of men. Chloe was not ready though, and they stumbled at the top of the stairs, making them both lose their footing, and sending them tumbling. The rolled down the stairs awkwardly and smashed in to the banister, making it split right through the middle and fall down the level of stairs, smashing to bits below.
"Run, run!" Bart shouted.
"No," Chloe retorted, "I'm not going without you!"
"Oh, how touching," Phillip said dryly.
They both looked up, shocked.
"You bastard!" Bart hollered.
Phillip shrugged, "I've been called worse."
Bart sprang at him, quickly, forgetting to use his speed. Phillip easily caught him and threw him down the next flight of stairs. His body tumbled forward, coming to a painful halt at the banister's edge. He hollered in pain.
Phillip grimaced, as if in pain. "That most hurt." He said.
Bart looked up, almost too tired to move.
"Got her boss." Said Sancho.
Phillip and Bart both turned to see what he was standing, holding Chloe captive. She was desperately struggling. "Bart, are you o.k.?" she asked, straining.
"Let her go." Bart said weakly.
"What?" One man asked, coming closer.
"I said…let her go."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll make you wish you had."
The people around the room chuckled.
In a quick second, Bart sprang again. Despite the element of speed on Bart's side, Phillip had anticipated this move and was ready. He grabbed the boy around the waist and hurled him in to the wall. Bart bounced off on to the ground, groaning.
"Leave him alone!" Chloe cried, "I'll with you!"
"Foolish, foolish girl." Phillip said.
"Please, I swear. I won't struggle, nothing, just leave him alone."
"You think it's you I want?" Phillip said, stroking her cheek.
Chloe slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me!"
"Very well." Phillip stepped back, amused.
"If you want him so much, why did you come after me?"
"As an insurance policy." Phillip stated simply.
"Insurance policy?" They all turned as Bart stood up. Guards rushed to his side to restrain him. Phillip then turned back to Chloe.
"You're not as smart as you're given credit for." Phillip said dryly.
"I'm a hell of a lot smarter than you!" Chloe said. She had been carefully timing this moment, watching the elevator. It was opening to an empty shaft. In one swift motion, she pushed out of the grasp of the guards and dove. She pushed Bart with her. The guards holding him had not been expecting this so she did this easily. The momentum sent them both flying back in to the elevator and before she hit the ground, Chloe reached out and hit the down button on the elevator. The elevator closed and headed down.
"Dammit!" Phillip shouted, "I knew I should have brought my robots! Go after them you fucking imbeciles!" The men ran down the stairs. "Jesus Christ!" Phillip screamed.
The moment the elevator reached the bottom floor, they were out of the door. Bart could mostly support himself, though he was a little weak. His arm was around Chloe's shoulders and she was supporting his body. They were in the reception area and people turned to look towards the emerging, haggard looking couple. Chloe heard the footsteps of approaching men. One stopped at the bottom of the staircase and pointed directly towards them.
"Their they are!" He shouted.
The crowd turned towards the man.
Chloe hurried now, urging Bart to go faster.
"I'm trying." He mumbled.
They made their way outside the hotel, in to the road. The men behind them were having trouble wading through the crowd. A taxi suddenly came to a screeching halt in front of Chloe and Bart.
"Get the hell off the road, will you!" the driver, a chubby, yet attractive woman in her forties screamed.
Chloe rushed directly at it and pointed at Bart urgently. "Will you take us please? He's injured."
"What the hell? This ain't no stop!"
"Goddamit this is a life and death situation!" Chloe shouted.
"O.k., o.k.," the cabbie said, studying Bart's bleeding, almost lifeless face. She pressed a button and the back door was unlocked. Chloe opened it and pushed Bart inside.
"Thank you." She said. She drew a $20 bill out of her pocket and put it on the cabbie's old, dusty jeans jacket.
"Where to?" the cabbie asked.
Chloe looked up. The men were coming out of the hotel now, looking for them.
"Anywhere!" Chloe said.
The men looked towards her.
"Go!" Chloe said, "Just go!"
"What!"
"Get the hell out of here!" Chloe shouted, and ran away.
The taxi screeched it's tires as it zoomed off the street, atleast 30 miles above the speed limit.
"There she is!" A man pointed at the departing girl.
"I know, bozo!" A team member shouted as they ran after her.
Chloe utilized her speed as she ran through the alley. She didn't care much about herself. She only cared about Bart at this moment. She hadn't run often and her heart hammered, making it hard to breathe.
"We'll get you soon enough!" A man hollered.
Chloe looked back and threw a trash can on the road. It wouldn't help much but there wasn't really much she could do at this moment. Fortunately, the 1st man tripped over the trash can and stumbled in to the concrete, slamming his head on to the concrete and rolling. The others were smarter and just jumped over his body, not acknowledging their fallen comrade.
"Please, please," Chloe whispered to herself, "Let Bart make it."
A gray sedan screeched to a stop in front of her. She was about to call for help but she saw it was one of the men that had been in the hotel. With all her prowress, she jumped on top of the car's hood and ran over the hood. The men got out of the car and tried to draw their weapons in time but she was already on the run again.
Her chest was burning and she wished she had been more active in gym class. Hell, she wished none of this had ever happened. All except Bart and she would die trying to protect him. She jumped over a bunch of fallen garbage bags and looked back. The guys were gaining on her.
"Hey, babe!" A man shouted from behind.
"Oh, no!" Chloe murmured to herself. He was on a motorcycle and riding after her. He easily caught up, unlike the others. He pointed his pistol, riding along her and smiled.
"It's a nice night to die!" He said, and pulled the trigger. Unluckily, he wasn't much of a marksman, especially on the move. The bullet spit and hit the wall atleast three ft. above her. He raised his pistol and fired again. Chloe had noticed it before, hoping for her sake that he wouldn't. It was a dumpster, atleast 5 ft. tall, right in front of him. At the moment that he pulled the trigger, the motorcycle collided with the dumpster, sending him and the bike flipping and flying in the air. He landed in the dumpster and the motorcycle landed right on him, then bounced out of the dumpster.
Chloe ignored the grisly…almost suicide. She grabbed the still running bike. She had never ridden one, but there wasn't a time like the present. She mounted it and rode it wobbly, barely managing to steer away from the collision course. She was about to turn in the alley, now steadily losing the men.
"Please, please," she whispered, now for herself.
Suddenly, another motorcycle pulled in front of her. The man took of his helmet. He pointed the Magnum straight at her. "Oh, what a shame," he said mockingly.
Precisely at that moment, A gigantic truck slammed in to him. He was sent flying back with the motorcycle. He smashed in to a wall, upside down and fell on top of the damaged motorcycle, dead.
Chloe sighed. She'd been saved from 2 near death experiences.
Phillip and Sancho stepped out of the truck slowly.
"Aah, Ms. Sullivan." Rafferty said.
Chloe turned around to run but the group of assasins that she had eluded were just arriving. There was no way out. But, she had to try and ride out of this. As soon as he saw her foot head for the acceleration, Phillip appeared before her.
"Not this time." He said. He shoved her off and lifted the motorcycle above his head with a determined expression. In one quick move, he crushed it in his hands. He then threw the useless vehincle aside.
Chloe glared at him insolently, "Go ahead, kill me."
He looked around. "Where is the boy."
"I don't know." She shrugged.
"Where the hell is he?" he hollered.
"You might as well kill me, you know?" she said calmly.
He lifted her off the ground and grabbed her hair. "I don't have time for you, you little goodamned bitch. Tell me where the hell he is, now!"
"Like I said. You should just kill me."
He glared for a moment, then smirked. "Your courage would be almost admirable if it wasn't for such a stupid cause."
Chloe didn't reply.
He pushed her back and she stumbled in to the wall, then fell to the ground, unconscious. They all watched her for a moment, then Phillip snapped his fingers. A man instantly rushed to his aide.
"Bind her." Phillip said simply, and headed away as his men immediately began following his orders.
Sancho followed behind him. "Are we going to kill her?"
Phillip shook his head. "No, we need bait, something on the boy."
"How are we going to find him?" Sancho asked.
"The same way we found him here." Phillip replied.
"Yes, but we barely found him. The bug is almost out of order, sir."
Phillip shook his head and pointed at Sancho. "I don't give a damn. You find him, or else I'll fucking kill you, do you understand me?"
Sancho swallowed. "Errr, yes, boss."
With that, Phillip disappeared.
"Asshole." Sancho muttered. And with that, he headed towards the girl. She was now bound around the wrists and ankles. She was conscious now. He bent down and rubbed his head against her breasts.
"You'll pay for that." Chloe said struggling.
Sancho smirked and slapped her. "Take her away." He said.
They dragged the girl away.
Sancho stood now. And in the near future, he would pay. Oh yes, he would pay.
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