Then they started taking the guys away I hugged Kendall.
"Please take care of them, don't let them hurt any of you." I said as I cried.
"I won't don't worry and remember that I"
But he never got to finish since they took him away and shut the door behind him.
I fell to the floor crying ponding on the door. Why? Why had they taken them away? They haven't done anything! Right? Right?!
James's POV
The officers put us in a van, I hadn't gotten a good look of them, but then I looked to the face of one.. I freaked out. This were the same people that tortured us in the warehouse. I fell in terror, I ran to the window and started screaming for help, but they just laughed right before they knocked me out.
Ella's POV
When I finally calmed down I found a way out of the room I ran. I took a taxi to the police station where I found my father.
"Dad! Why did the police officers took away the guys? They haven't done anything!"
He looked at me with a confused look, I explained everything and he was in shock. Then he left and came back with his face white.
"Ella did those men looked like this?" He said handing me some monk shots.
"Yes, that's exactly them."
My dad ran out of the office, and started shouting orders here and there it took me about a second to realize what had just happened. The men that took the guys, were the same men that tortured them in the warehouse.
My face grew white. I grabbed a bullet proof vest and one of those kind of belt that go in your arms and you put your gun in. I took one of those and put the two gung at each side, I grabbed my leather jacket, my phone and left.
I didn't exactly know where I was going, my feet were guiding themselves. Then I got to the safe house. I unlocked the door, and yes the body of the man was still there, I took a pair of gloves out of my pocket and looked through the pockets of his jacket. I found a slip of paper with and address and a handwritten note.
Step 1 capture boys
Step 2 knock them out
Step 3 bring them to this address.
I laughed, "This guy is surely stupid."
I tough about calling my dad, but it would take them centuries to get there, so I quickly got in my old room. I put on the vest, a green shirt, black skinny jeans, the other part of the equipment, and converse boots. I took a taxi to the address, surprisingly the address was a normal house. When I came out it was raining. I listened through the door, not a sound, with a paper clip I opened the door. I was soaking wet when I came into the house, with a gun in hand I slowly and silently walked through the whole house. I checked every single part of the house but it was empty. Then a sharp scream of pain made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I looked around nothing.
Then where was the sound coming from? I looked through one of the windows, and saw a little shack hidden between some threes in the backyard. I ran towards it. I checked for more entrances other than the front door. None! =/
Then I looked there was a hole in the roof from where rain was pouring in. I climbed a three and for my good luck one of its branches was right above the hole. I looked and saw Logan, James, and Carlos, but no Kendall anywhere. I looked further and further then I saw him he was on the floor laying on a pool of his own blood. I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself to scream his name. I quietly slide through the hole; I shot the first guy before he noticed I was there. But then the second guy turned around with a gun in his had ready to shoot me, I shot him in his hand, and that made him let go of the gun, but then he charged towards me. Without hesitating I shot him three times in his abdomen, blood spattered my face, I wanted to go and run away, but I couldn't adrenaline had already gotten into my blood, making me way braver that I am. A third guy charged towards me, I shot him in the knee but he continued, I was starting to panic. But then somebody from behind shot him to the head. It was my dad, the whole team was here.
"Is there anymore?" Asked Hardison.
"No," I said, and they went to pull free the other unconscious guys.
I ran towards Kendall.
His shirt had been removed, and they had whipped him in the back several times, he was lying in a pool of his own blood, the skin of his back had been tear to pieces. I knelt next to him, I took off my jacket and put it on his back, I tried to remember everything I knew about cuts. Put pressure to the wound, was the only thing that came to mind.
"I am sorry this is gonna hurt." I told him, and I pressed down my jacket to his back. He screamed out in pain, the paramedics quickly got here, and they took care of him. Everybody was keeping their distance from me. Why?
Then I saw myself in a full length mirror that was in the shack. I got scared of my reflection, I had a wild look on my eyes, my hair that was in a braid on my back was out of place, my face and shirt were covered in blood, and I had a few bleeding scratches on my face and arms. No wonder they were all keeping their distance. Then I noticed how cold it was, and remembered that I was soaking wet, and without a jacket.
I went outside to the rain just in time to see the ambulances go away. My mind tough that this was finally over, and that finally the guys could maybe go slowly back to normal. But something in my heart told me that there was more to this that this wasn't over yet.