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A/N: Okay, so I'm going to try to write this chapter so it's as comprehensible as possible, since there's going to be a lot going on. Thank you a ton to everyone that reviewed, you're awesome! So, on with the story!
Alice and Jasper crept across the dark clearing, the moon rays washing over their nervous faces. Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward were a step behind them. The cabin was shadowy, there wasn't a light to be seen except the flicker of a candle in one of the windows.
Alice stealthily made her way up the steps, half expecting there to be the shield from her vision forcing her back. But whatever had barricaded her from the door wasn't there now. Apparently it could only stop her vision-self.
Alice's graceful steps were silent, as were Jasper's long strides. Rosalie's steps were almost ghostly, her feet seemed to barely touch the aged wood of the porch. Edward was deadly quiet. Emmett, on the other hand, was making a racket with his stomping feet. Edward sent him a glare and he muted his steps, but with much difficulty.
Alice and Jasper turned to each other, their eyes meeting. She poured every ounce of love she had into her eyes, and Jasper did the same.
And then Edward opened the door. He lunged in, feeling along the wall for a light switch. He found one a flipped it on swiftly.
But he wasn't ready for the sight before him. Bella was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, her face bruised and cut. Her leg was twisted. But that wasn't what Edward registered first. It was the look of pure terror on her wounded face.
"Run!" she screamed, her voice shrill.
Edward glanced to the right just in time to see a dark figure dive out of the shadows. He jumped out of the way, trying to get to Bella.
But then he froze.
The man strode up behind her, putting his hand to Bella's exposed throat. Edward could see the gleam of metal peeking out of the man's fist. A knife. A primal growl erupted from his chest, making its way to the back of his throat.
"James." Edward stated, his voice as sharp as chipped ice. Two more figures stepped forward. "Victoria and Laurent too, I see." James smiled.
"Edward, wonderful of you to finally show up. I've had your girl here for almost a week. She's had to endure a lot while I was waiting for you." he said, voice calm. Edward growled again.
"Don't touch her." he whispered.
"Hmmm?"
"Don't touch her!" he screamed, his nails digging into his fists, leaving blood dripping from his palms. James just raised his eyebrows.
"What do you want from me? What can I do to make you let her go?" Edward pleaded.
Jasper keeled over from the strength of Edward's pain, gasping.
"It's too late for that now, Edward, you've already ruined me. I was the head of one of the most dangerous and cunning organized crime groups of all time. You set the Volturi on me, not to mention you helped them take our money, our power, turn us into a joke. And now look at me, kidnapping your girl here just for revenge. What have I come to?" he asked in mock desperation. Then he grinned, lightly caressing Bella's cheek.
"I will admit, she put up a hell of a fight. Too bad I'll have to kill her. And probably the rest of your little posse too. You'll have their death on your conscience. If you even want to live without your sweet, sweet wife, that is." he commented, tracing Bella's neck with the tip of his knife.
Then all hell broke loose.
Edward dove for James, and they crashed into the wall, deep snarls filling the small room. The woman with crimson hair pounced tiger like from the shadows, she wrapped her arms around Emmett's neck, pressing down with her thumb. He fell unconscious.
Only then did Alice fully realize what they were up against.
Trained killers.
Rosalie's snarl filled the room next and she sprang onto the woman, her nails digging into her chest. They disappeared around the corner. The last member of the trio ran out, his dark eyes dangerous.
He was heading straight for Alice, since she was the first person his crazed eyes locked onto. Jasper sent Alice a panicked look before bracing himself. He emptied his face of all emotion as he jumped in front of her, pushing the man away and out the open door. The man landed a punch to Jasper's jaw. But Jasper was a trained killer too. He swung around so the other man had his back to the ground, and they tumbled down the rickety wooden steps.
"Jasper!" Alice screamed.
But he was already gone.
Through her tears she ran to Bella, her usually nimble fingers fumbling around the skillfully tied knots of rope. Bella was shaking with panic, and Alice tried her best to whisper words of comfort while she was battling her own fear. She tried to drown out Edward and James's growls, concentrating on getting Bella out safely. Or as safely as possible, since she already looked pretty injured. She untied the last knot and put her arm around Bella, hoisting her to her feet.
They wobbled unsteadily, Alice's small frame buckling under Bella's weight. Even though Bella was emaciated, looking like she hadn't eaten in days, Alice was still tinier. She though of Jasper, risking his life to save hers without a second thought, and she built up enough strength to walk shakily into one of the other rooms.
Alice set Bella carefully on the bed that took up the majority of the small room.
"Thank you." Bella whispered, her face panicked. Alice could tell Edward was as important to Bella as Jasper was to her.
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Rosalie swung her arm back, positioning herself for a perfectly delivered hit on the lethal woman exposed face. But as she thrust her fist forward, the woman caught it effortlessly, twisting Rosalie's arm behind her back and delivering a solid hit to Rosalie's back using her knee.
Rose whimpered, falling down hard onto the ground, her chin getting caught on a chair. Blood spurted from her mouth, but she scrambled to her feet.
She could handle this.
She'd sure as hell handled worse before.
As she stood unsteadily, the woman delivered another blow to Rosalie's stomach. She bent over in pain, and Victoria took that chance to grab her arms, wrenching them behind her back.
Victoria pulled out a pair of handcuffs, a sly smirk on her cruel face. She swiftly put them on Rosalie's wrists, basking in how the sharp click of the closing cuffs just felt so right in her ears.
"Good thing we took these from sweet little Bella's house when we captured her. Wasn't it just so lucky that her father happened to be a cop? And she was helping her charming husband with illegal dealings right under his nose. Tsk Tsk" she laughed lightly, the airy sound making Rosalie want to choke her.
"I'll bet he's upset that all his police training can't help him now. That when it came down to what's really important to him, he was rendered useless. Unable to save his own daughter." she finished with a sneer.
Then she pushed Rosalie carelessly into the closet, locking it from the outside. That lock had been Victoria's idea also. Then she turned on her heel, walking calmly into one of the other rooms.
Rosalie seethed, slamming into the door with the full force of her body. It didn't budge. She did it again and again, and finally fell to the floor, her breathing labored and her blue eyes filled with tears. She'd never been this useless before. And she was scared for Emmett.
So scared.
He was out there unconscious, who knew what could happen?
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As they tumbled down the steps, Jasper's training kicked in. He rammed his knee into Laurent's chin, barely registering the drops of blood trickling down his forehead where it came in contact with the bottom step. They landed on the soft grass, and Jasper rolled, on his feet in seconds.
He was completely confident he could win this fight with ease, then get back in there and help his Alice. He had years of experience on his side, and Laurent's movement and punches were weak and flimsy.
But he wasn't ready for what came next.
A metallic click.
He turned slowly, his heart beating in his eardrums.
He came face to face with a gun.
Laurent smiled, his eyes fatal. Jasper built up his courage and willed his voice not to crack. If he died, how would he help Alice? She could be hurt right now. That thought brought the fire into Jasper's eyes, and for the first time he truly knew how Edward had been feeling for the last week. His anger boiled. How dare this man threaten his and Alice's life together when it hadn't even started yet?
"A gun? I knew you were pathetic Laurent. Took weak to fight man to man. Does James approve?" Jasper spat.
"No, James doesn't approve. He thinks using weapons against people is cheating, corrupt. But guess what Jasper? I'm not following James's every command anymore. This is my last fight with him, and I'm playing by my own rules." he stated calmly.
The one with the gun is always calm. Jasper though miserably.
But his well tuned eyes caught the shift of posture someone carries out right before they pull the trigger. He shot his hand forward, pulling the nose of the gun down, but it was too late. The bullet caught him in the torso.
Laurent dropped the gun, his face petrified. Jasper knew he wasn't the murdering type. Jasper grabbed the gun and shot blindly through the pain. He assumed he'd hit his mark because he heard a loud thud as a body hit the ground.
The life left Laurent's eyes, and Jasper held on, praying his wouldn't do the same.
As he drifted into unconsciousness, his last thought was a blurred memory of Alice's face.
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Alice held Bella as she rocked back and forth on the edge of the bed. She was having a hard time not running out the door to make sure Jasper was alright, but she knew Bella needed her, she couldn't just leave her stranded in here with a broken leg. She whispered words consolingly, but it wasn't making much of a difference since her voice kept cracking and shaking.
Then Alice felt a sense of foreboding wash over her and she swallowed thickly.
Someone was coming.
"Bella, go to the other side of the bed." she whispered quietly. Bella gave her a confused look, but obeyed, crawling slowly to the other side.
Alice stood up, her knees wobbling from terror. Her chest felt tight. Then the door swung open. Victoria. She smiled at Alice, but it was a malicious smile. She rolled her shoulders back, like this was some kind of sick wrestling match. Alice fought the impulse to cower, and stood straight, putting all of the anger she could into her eyes.
It was difficult, Alice usually tried to find the best in people, and forgave almost instantly when she was upset.
Victoria thrust out her lethal fist, but at the last second Alice's extra sense fluttered in the back of her mind, telling her which direction to step. She stepped gracefully to the left, the woman's fist missing her jaw by an inch.
Victoria hissed. She stared to throw more punches, with Alice neatly dodging them all.
Then Alice heard a gunshot.
She froze, fear washing away all traces of satisfaction she had for winning against Victoria. She felt a fist connect with her shoulder, a sharp cracking sound filling the room. She shook her head, trying to clear it, but all she could think about was Jasper.
The punches were coming fast and her head was muddled. She couldn't feel the fluttering as much, and she was getting hit with as many punches as she was blocking. Her tiny body was beaten, and standing was becoming as hard as running a thirty mile marathon.
Through her lightheadedness she heard a muffled banging moving across the wooden floor. Victoria was too distracted to notice. Bella, her eyes dark and full to the brim with hate, came up behind Victoria. She lifted a pipe over her head, bringing it down hard. Victoria fell.
Then Bella started to sob, sliding down the wall. Alice crawled over to her, burying her face in Bella's bloody shirt.
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Edward's mind was stuck on repeat. Through his blind fury only one comprehensible thing came to the surface.
Stop James.
And that was just what he promised to do.
Their fighting was aggressive and wild, not anything like the choreographed fights Emmett always had playing on the TV during one of his wrestling crazes. They were a blur of limbs, and when a fist came in contact with something, Edward had no sense of who's it was.
His whole life, everyone had always described Edward's fighting skills as deadly, poisonous even.
But now he had met his match.
Only one question remained, who was more motivated?
Edward did know that answer. And with one last lightning fast strike of his hand, he connected with James's jaw and sent him tumbling backwards on to the wooden floor.
He wrenched the knife blade from James's tightly clasped fist, and with a forceful jab, he ended it once and for all.
A/N: I feel so mean ending the chapter there! But, I think the stuff that happens next need its own chapter. I'm really nervous about if I wrote this chapter okay, since it's the main action scene. There will be quite a few chapters after this, so it isn't close to the end yet. Please review! I'm so nervous!