They were everywhere. Everywhere. We finally found people from someone's subconscious. But this person must have one sick, twisted mind.
These people, if you could even call them that, were floating at different levels in the air. Their appearance was gruesome, I could barely fathom it. The subconscious people were covered in crimson blood, some coming from their eyes and floating off into the air. They were covered in black and blue bruises and had deathly pale skin. Their eyes were iced over, looking like glass, and they stared blankly into the distance. Their clothes were torn and covered with dirt. From their mouths came sickening death moans, even their lips were cracked and peeling.
Once the red emergency doors practically slammed shut, the people turned at the sound and stared blankly at us. Then, they slowly started towards us, clawing at each other just to get closer to us.
"Eames! What do we do?" I asked fearfully.
"Not much we can do love, just grab hold of something and fight," he said this grimly, then he took a fighting stance, or as good as he could get in zero gravity.
"H-How many bullets do you have?" I asked, full on panic in my voice.
"Only a few, dear," he counted the bullets quickly while hanging onto a flag pole, "Six, we only have six bullets darling," he said softly, barely above a whisper.
I let out a shaky breath, and then looked around for anything that could be used as a weapon, but I found nothing. When the bloody people were only ten feet away, I grabbed onto a door handle from the red emergency door. Since I didn't have a weapon, I have to fight them raw.
Now they were upon us. They grabbed and clawed at us. I threw many punches and kicks, knocking some back, twirling around in the air into other people. But for the few I had knocked back, even more descended upon us. I let out a terrified scream as one clamped a clammy hand down on my shoulder, pushing me down while others started to grab at my other limbs. I lashed out once again, hitting one by my leg in the face, making his jaw crack loudly.
As I struggled, Eames let out a few shots, bullets flying slowly into three people, the bullets knocking them farther back as crimson blood dripping from their chests and floating in the air. From the amount of bullets I heard fired, he only had three bullets left. The rest of the subconscious people surrounded us, tearing and clawing at us. Searing pain racked through my body, I even heard Eames yell out in pain and let out a stream of profanities. He fired his last three shots, but it was too late.
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Yusuf speed up, crashing into the rear bumper of the Chrome Corps van. The Chrome Corps van swerved suddenly and crashed through the side of the cobble stone bridge and plummeted towards the black water. Once we heard the tremendous splash of the van hitting water, Yusuf, Miles, and I climbed out of our dented gray van. We rushed towards a nearby staircase that lead down to the riverbank. What we found shocked us completely.
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We jerkily woke up once we slammed into the water. The van soon filled with icy cold water and I felt a shock of pain and soon after a tingling numbness. Eames and I swam to the surface, but we soon got separated. Once I surfaced, I gasped air into my pained lungs. I frequently went back down in the water, sputter and choking on the river water.
All of a sudden I felt a harsh tugging on my long, brown hair. Then I felt someone's hand take a handful of hair and painfully dragged me by my hair to the riverbank. I tried to break free of my captor's grasp, but every time I tried he would push my head under the water for a few moments and pull me up to leave me coughing on water.
Once we reached the shore, I realized that my captor is Detric. Both of us are dripping wet as he harshly pulled me up by my hair to him. He took out a silver knife, holding it up to my throat. In the corner of my eye I saw Eames being held captive by Burick with a gun to his head. Sullivan was knocked out, lying by the riverside.
A million emotions were streaming through me. I felt complete hatred for Detric and his gang for getting Eames, me, and everybody else into this whole crazy situation. I felt fear for Eames because he had a gun to his head. I felt weak because I was in a situation I had no control over. I felt ashamed because I thought Arthur and Miles would be disappointed in me for not being more careful. I felt guilty because if I had just taken Detric's job, Eames wouldn't have a gun to his head and I wouldn't have a blade at my throat. I felt pain all over. I felt tears sting my eyes and one escaped, sliding down my wet cheek.
Detric looked across the river straight at Arthur with a crazed look and said, "Be careful Arthur, this is reality, and if I slit her throat, she won't wake up," he finished this with an evil, menacing smile.
Arthur glared back, eyes ablaze with fury. "Don't you dare or I'll kill you!" he yelled angrily through his teeth.
"Ah-ah-ah! You better be careful!" Detric chuckled.
He pressed the knife even closer into my throat, almost drawing blood. Then, thinking better of it, he wrapped his arm around my neck and squeezed tightly. I started gasping for air as my windpipe was slowly closing off. Soon I started to see little black dots in my vision, and then the black started to fill the corner of my vision, slowly closing in on the center.
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As soon as I saw this Detric man squeeze Ariadne's neck, trying to make her go unconscious, I pulled out my gun. I took precise aim at his head, trying to be careful not to hit Ariadne and fired my gun. The bullet struck him in the neck, making him let go of Ariadne, and knocking him backwards until he fell down unconscious.
Just as I turned to take out Burick, Eames twisted in Burick's arms and snatched his gun away, smashing the gun handle over his head, knocking him out as well. We looked toward Ariadne and found her lying on the ground, her head in the water, her hair streaming down with the current. As Miles, Yusuf and I ran back towards the bridge, Eames ran over to Ariadne and pulled her out of the water into his lap. He cradled her unconscious body while waiting for Arthur, Miles and Yusuf to come.
God I hope she's okay please let her be okay! Everyone had this running through their heads. Let's just hope their prayers are answered.
AN: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile! But I hope you like this chapter, though it is really, really long. The next chapter will be the last sadly. I really do appreciate all you guys who reviewed, story alerted, and favorited, it really made me think of ways to make this story so much better to please you all! Thanks so much! R&R! Oh and the reason why I added the breaks was because there were many different view points in this chapter and I didn't want to confuse you!