A/N:

Sorry, this is a short chapter!!

This story, I forgot to mention earlier, is dedicated to one of my best friends. When she was younger, she was brutally raped. She is the strongest person, I know, and she overcame that eventually. And she did receive her happy ending.

I will update within the day or by the latest tomorrow morning. I needed to think a little more about how the next part will go, so I could not write it this morning. I know that the last chapter was a cliffhanger, and I am sorry that this chapter will not probably alleviate that.

Just to let you know, as long as there is an audience, this will be a rather long story. I hope that you enjoy that. You will understand by next chapter, where this story is going. I am really looking forward to writing the rest of the story. Rape scenes are not the most fun to right, at all. Very depressing. Any predications of where this story will go?? Please let me know.

Without further talking… the next chapter.

"The Enemy of My Enemy."

As he was going to enter me, just as Nick did…a loud crash, the sound of boulders slamming together, sounded throughout the entire building. It was the loudest sound I had heard yet today, hurting my ears. It was as if an alarm had gone off. Nick jumped up off of me as he too heard the sound. It brought hope that it surprised Nick, maybe it would be in my favor. He bolted off the bed and threw on his pants. It allowed me a couple more minutes of being alert after the alarm till I knew I was going to collapse again, if not for the final time. It was 6:15. I had survived for 75 minutes. I had lived through 75 long minutes of torture and I could not take anymore. This was going to be it, but then I heard more crashes and then even more collides, sounds of people running, and muffled cries and shouts…something had happened. Yet, what was it?

I needed to know what was happening. Maybe, it was Edward…please be Edward. I would be able to see him one last time. Just living to see Edward one last time before death would be worth staying awake through all this pain. It was worth it, and I had paid the prize by winning every second I could. I needed to see him…

I heard footsteps in front of the door. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I needed it to be someone that would help me. Someone, anyone needed to save me. If I saw one bright spot of humanity before I succumbed that I would be better off. The door opened to reveal an angry-looking Mike.

"Mike, what the fuck is going on." Nick screamed at him.

"Nick, we got to go. There are intruders. And they already killed some of us. We need to go now. They are way stronger than even John." Mike shouted back, but trying not to draw anymore attention to the two of them. My spirits raised ten-fold. People were here, and they were attacking these monsters. I did not really care, who they were. They were killing my enemy. They were helping me…The enemy of my enemy is my friend…regardless who it is.

"Nick, we have no fuckin' idea who they are. Give the girl a shot, and let's get the hell out of here." Mike continued to order.

"Shot?" At least, Nick was in my favor and stalling allowing me to know whatever the shot was. Yet, to my slight amusement, he was also confused. What type of shot would they give me? They would not help me; they would not save me. This could not possibly be kind for me.

"Yeah, we do not know who they are, and we do not want them getting information from her."

"Mike, look at her. She's going to die in less than five minutes, probably. She's useless." Nick replied.

"Just give her the damn shot, and let's go. You do it, or I will."

"Fine, just give me a damn second."

"WE DO NOT HAVE TIME. They killed Tony already. Kill the bitch NOW. WE HAVE TO GO!" Mike screamed in reply to Nick. His brows were raised above in an arch. His angry was radiating in waves from him. They all believed they were invincible and completely blocked from saviors. Yet, people clearly intruded. There was always hope, but I would be died by the time they received me.

Mike jogged over to the table, and picked up another needle that was on the table. It was a short needle. However, on the lever of the needle, there was a black ribbon, representing the lethality of the drug.

Mike snapped the cap off the needle. He brought the tip to the bicep of my arm and crammed it within the skin, releasing the liquid. The liquid caused the last pain I would ever feel to seer throughout my cells, collapsing my frail body.

"Sweet dreams…" Nick whispered in my ears as the two men ran from the room. I still heard the loud crashes of men fighting and racing down the corridors. At least, these men could save countless future women from this type of Hell, even though they couldn't save me. I could die knowing that they would not do this again.

The crashes and voices were getting closer and closer to the door. I could hear the twist of the handle at the door. Yet, as the toxin continued throughout my body, my senses were dwindling and becoming obsolete. Only seconds were remaining, and I knew it.

I will always love you, Edward. I whispered through the cloth. And with that as the last thought through my mind, after using every ounce of energy and strength during the past, my mind slipped away for the very last time. If I had another second, if I could have lasted one more second, I would have seen the door fling open and the men that stood…