A/N: Heyy guyys okay so after reading this you'll probably thin that I'm really evil, just saying but I'm not that evil, actually I probably am but remember nothing is off the cards (apart from M material *shudders*) but (yes another but) storms pass and although there may be pain along the way and nothing may be the same again, it will be over I promise... I may or may not actually be talking about the story *sings 'anything can happen'*
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Chapter 16: Then the line was quiet but not dead
As the door falls to the ground she only just manages drag herself out of the window and on to the short ledge. She was sitting on the small ledge when the wind blew the window so that it knocked Cris off the ledge; it was all Cris could do to hang by her fingers on the slippery window ledge. Two stories up and about 6 metres up. She knew it was high and that you could break your spine at 3 metres, so she might be pretty screwed.
Her hands hurt from gripping the ledge so hard and pain coursed through her arms but she would not scream for fear they would hear her since she was pretty sure she could hear voices in the bath room. The ground seems further and further away with each second that passed. She couldn't pull herself up because at the moment she was too weak and her muscles were taught with fear and failed to move in fear she would fall.
She tried to use her healthy leg to purchase some grasp on the wall but her foot slipped any grasp it got. But she froze when she heard the door to the bathroom close and someone storm out of the bath room. They've gone was all she thought as she tried to pull herself back up again, this time her arms did move but they were too weak and could not get very far.
Her fingers failed to gain any new purchase on the ledge; all the scratching on the ledge had made her fingers bleed which made her efforts worthless as it made her slip even more. It had never occurred to her before that she probably should've called the police but she had no phone and they probably wouldn't have got the guys as they seemed to be good fighters.
Where was Jamie? She thought and everything went silent, there were no cars on the normally busy road, even if it was about midnight there were normally cars speeding on the road, there was no one on late night walks, there was normally quite a few people chatting as they walked along the path. But now there was nothing and this was strange to say the least.
She heard a distant yell that sounded like it was coming from inside of the house. It sounded familiar and caused spikes of pain to cause through her chest but it also made her feel a bit safer, like she wasn't dangling 6 metres above concrete floor, hanging on to the bloody and wet window ledge and that she didn't slip out of the window because two men were trying to kidnap her, it made her forget all those problems.
The voice was coming closer and Cris felt herself slipping. She felt her heart beating through her chest but she didn't know whether it was for the drop or the voice that sends chills through her soul. She hears the door to the bathroom swing open and the door clatters against the wall. And the reassuring voice shouts "Cris!" Her brain seems not to function, she can't figure out who the voice is. Just then she slips, her hands losing all purpose on the ledge.
She lets out a small screech as the sensation of falling fills her. It's all over too quickly as an enormous pain takes over her body and she blacks out immediately. The last thing she saw the window open and a flash of silver.
Jem's POV
The first time Jem knew something was seriously wrong was when he saw two guys running out of Jamie's house and down the street. Jem didn't bother thinking about it then, he should have gone after them, if he'd known who they were then Jem would've but he didn't know and he couldn't have known.
The second thing he noticed was that the door was left wide open revealing a very pale Jamie, which was hard since he was naturally tanned, passed put on the floor a pool of dark crimson blood spilling out from his brunette curls that were soaked with the stuff.
Jem was so shocked that he couldn't do anything but stand outside the house looking at one of his best friends, no matter what, bleeding out. He shook himself free of the daze and ran over, sliding on his knees next to him, his eyes scanning his body for other injuries: Jamie had slight bruising round his neck, wearing them like a necklace, his knuckles had split and there were bruises started to form round his left eye.
Jem lifted his head lightly to check the bleeding which seemed to have stopped but Jem ran to the kitchen and got a towel, rolled it up and put it under the cut anyway just in case it would start bleeding again. He seemed to get there early, insanely lucky as it was, and Jamie started to regain consciousness. He groaned before he even opened him eyes and he grimaced in pain.
"Don't move," Jem spoke softly and Jamie's eyes flew open, "Jem!" he gasped, surprised at Jem's presence. "I'm so sorry" Jamie choked out and then blacked out again. What the hell was he sorry about? Jem wanted to question but never got the chance. He couldn't think, his mind was clouded with so many thoughts that he couldn't control which thought was which.
After about a minute of being stuck in mental paralysis, he emerged from it with a clear mind. He put Jamie on the leather couch in the living room and put a fresh towel under his head, as the other one was nearly completely red instead of white. He also rumaged in their cubards and found a first aid kit which contained almost everything you could possibly need and Jem put a cold pack on Jamie's eye and another on his neck that he hoped would bring down the bruising.
When he came back to the room Jamie turned his head slightly and winced in pain. Just as Jem opened his mouth, Jamie spoke up and hurriedly said "Jem, Jem, where is she? Where's Cris? Is she alright? Did they take her?" His eyes were wild with fear which made Jem flinch and his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach at the mention of Cris.
She was the only reason he had actually come to the house, he came to see if she was alright; before she hung up she sounded upset and worried and all Jem thought and felt at that moment was how badly he wanted to be there to comfort her. He didn't know why he wanted to be the one to tell her about the guys being at her house but for some reason he didn't want it to be it to be anyone else.
He didn't want to make her upset but he wanted to be the one there for her when she was, Jem didn't want her to be worried, he wanted to reassure her. And at that moment at the end of the call it was all he could do to not sprint over from his house.
And now he was there he needed to find her not only for himself but for Jamie as well; there was so much compassion and joy when he said her name and this made Jem feel guilty. Jem had been upset and angry at both Cris and himself because she couldn't realise that he liked her and he couldn't tell her the truth but he was too caught up in himself to realise his best friend liked her too.
Jem's head spun as he answered with a shaky voice "I haven't seen her, Jamie what happened?" His tone turning serious towards the end. "Two guys came to the door, one of them was the guy who kidnapped Cris this morning" Jem then realised the two guys he saw leaving the house must have been the men Jamie is talking about.
Jamie continued, oblivious to Jem going pale and gaping at him "They asked for Cris and when I said that she wasn't here, they didn't believe, so the younger one attacked me and the older one started searching the house but now they've got her. Jem they've taken her and it's all my fault, I could've stopped them, I could have not opened the door and now they've got her Jem" Jamie sounded hysteric as he stared wildly at Jem; Jamie was hyperventilating and went even paler.
"Jamie, I saw the two guys leave and they didn't have Cris," Jem said in a soothing voice, trying to calm down Jamie and in some way himself. Jamie just looked disbelievingly at Jem and he searched Jem's eyes to see if he was telling the truth. Once he was sure enough that Jem was telling the truth he sat up and tried to stand up. Jem blocked him and said "Jamie, where should she be? I'll go, you need to rest"
Jamie looked relieved and worried at the same time when he says "Bathroom, 2nd floor" Then he lies back down on the couch closing his eyes as Jem gets up and walks out the door. Once he is out he can't stop himself from sprinting to the room. He is running so fast it doesn't register that he is screaming out her name.
As he reaches the top of the stairs he freezes, the door had been ripped off its hinges and is now lying on the floor. Splinters of wood covers the floor like it is a forest. The window is also wide open revealing the once white window ledge that it covered in scratch marks and blood.
Jem gulps and he hears an ear-piercing scream, which send shivers up his spine and a cold spreads over Jem banishing any positive thought of fealings. He rushes to the open window and shoves his head out and hopes that his suspicions are incorrect. Jem's heart shatters, causing him to nearly double over in the intense pain, and the world spins before him as his suspicions were proved right.
On the pavement below a girl rests. Her dark chocolate hair lays spread out behind her head which looks as if it was staring up at him: her ruby lips are slightly parted as if screaming inaudible words, her normally bright blue green eyes are a dull grey with the slightest hint of blue, the only thing that gives them any resemblance, but they look wide with fear and are staring up at the starry sky. Dark red blood spills out of her mouth and is running down her pale cheeks. Shadows pronounce her cheek bones and her face is eerily white. Blood forms a halo around her head seeping into her hair.
All of these things make Jem stare that little longer. Despite everything she still looks stunningly beautiful and if Jem ever saw one, he would believe she was a fallen angel; that had come crashing down from the heaven, to show that nothing on Earth could compare to the angels but the angels were alike the mundanes on this puny little planet. Her arms are out stretched as if they are wings and her legs are slightly bent to the right. If it weren't for the obvious, Jem would have thought she was just lying there; alive.
But he could only wish for that, as Cris lays 6 metres below him and he can't help but scream for her.
