Hello!
Okay, I am very very very very sorry this took so long!
School is keeping me very busy and I'm really focused on keeping my marks up.
This semester I have Law, English, Religion and Math and they are all academic and its all really hard and I really gotta keep my marks up because I want to go to university. For those of you who live in Canada, my dream is to go to York University or University of Toronto. So I have to focus!
Anywho, I'm done with my excuse.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last few.. uhm.. chapters? Sure.. anyways! Yes thank you :) It really means a lot all the support I get! I love you all!
I lied before. This wont be the last part. I guess it will end up being a FiveXshot hahaha...
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
-o-
Ash didn't bother turning the lights on as he entered his hotel room. In one quick second he was already pulling out a bag and filling it with anything he found valuable. All the while, he was cursing every living thing.
Things weren't suppose to turn out like this. Lupe was suppose to be dead and Keller was suppose to be home sleeping while he chased around some girl that would entertain him for the night. Ash couldn't understand how both those girls had ended up in the police satiation- actually, he couldn't understand why they were alive.
Sure, Keller is like family therefore she was trusted with their secret, but fuck, had it been necessary to get Lupe involved? He could have done her job or better yet, he could have been the one to make sure Lupe died after the job was done. Instead Thierry had hired some idiot that was no obviously dead.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Ash closed the bag that was now packed before hearing a soft knock on the door, he ignored it already knowing Morgead would let himself in and he was right because after two more knocks, Morgead slammed the door open. Ash paused for a second as he looked at the expression his friend had before cursing. Things were definitely not getting any better. "How many?" he asked as he saw Morgead pull out a pistol.
"The whole building is surrounded" Morgead explained as he pulled out an AK-47 before securing it on his side. "Cops"
Ash once again cursed before pushing his bed towards the wall enough to grab the box that was below it. He opened it before pulling out an M16 and shotgun. Morgead whistled as he saw the other guns in the box before reaching to grab another pistol, causing Ash to roll his eyes. "Out of all the guns, you pick the small ones?"
Morgead ignored him before dropping the bag he was carrying over his shoulder. "Lupe was sentenced for ten years" Morgead paused as he went to look down one of the windows in the room. He sighed once he saw the police cars and the helicopters up above "How many years do you think we would get?"
Ash scoffed as he grabbed a knife from the box. "If we get caught?" he asked with an eyebrow raised clearly stating he didn't consider that possible. "I would say twenty years" he barked out a laugh before handing Morgead a pocket knife "that's if they don't find out we were the ones behind the other robberies in the city"
Morgead nodded before opening the door. "Where are we meeting?"
"Private jet, Thierry mentioned something about renting one at the border of the city, the airport down west."
"Got it" Morgead affirmed before Ash disappeared down the hall. Closing his eyes, he wished his friend good luck before wishing himself luck. He ran the opposite way from Ash and soon enough he ended near the elevator. Trying his luck, he clicked to button and five seconds later a 'ding' was heard as the door opened. Morgead made sure no one was there before getting in.
As the elevator went down he begged no one else had plans to come in because he was certain they wouldn't take the fact that he had a pistol in both his hand too well. Securing the bag he was caring on his shoulder he waited for the door to open on the fourth floor before checking if any cops were anywhere near. Lucky for him, no one was around so he quickly got out of the elevator keeping the pistols up high just in case.
Morgead ran down the left hallway before stopping at the end where a floor length window stood. Looking back checking if he was still alone, he ripped part of his shirt off before tying it around his hand after he placed both his pistols on the ground and without thinking twice about it, Morgead punched the window causing it to break within an instant.
He ignored the pieces of glass coming from different directions as he drop the bag he was carrying so he could stick his head out of the window. Luck was definitely by his side. There wasn't any cars or anyone for the matter. He looked up to see the window on the building besides the hotel. He examined the distance properly and just as he had assumed, the buildings weren't that far from each other.
Morgead immediately picked up both the pistols and aimed for the window on the other building. He shot at least four times from both the pistols before the window had completely shattered, Morgead smiled but soon enough he frowned as he heard a loud yell from behind him.
"Stop!" Within a second, Morgead looked back to see two cops behind him. He shot at them, making them rush to get behind whatever object or wall they could find and as that happened Morgead grabbed his bag and quickly threw it to the other building. The bag made it right before the cops started shooting at him.
"Shit" Morgead cursed as he leaned on the wall while he kept shooting at the cops. He never aimed to kill any of them so he simply shot at their arms and legs. Once he finally managed to shoot both men down he noticed both pistols were empty. He dropped them as he heard one of the cops call for back up.
Not wanting to waist another minute Morgead moved a couple of steps back ready to make the biggest jump of his life.
"He is getting away!"
"Stop!"
"Shoot!"
Morgead ignored the yells of the cops as he cleared his mind and looked directly at the other building. In one quick second he took a deep breath in and made a run for the jump.
Fuck.
Morgead has never been to jail, but he has heard about it. His father had been sentenced for life after murdering Morgead's mother and twin sisters. His older brother had been sentenced for six years for witnessing everything and not saying anything until two years later when the bodies had been found.
Morgead never bothered visiting his father and as for his older brother, he simply called every month to check up on him. His brother never had anything nice to say, in fact, thanks to him, Morgead was official phobic to the whole idea of jail.
The last place he wanted to be at was there, he rather die.
So as his feet left the ground and his body launched over, Morgead thought that if he died, everything would be okay because he wouldn't be going jail. He considered that pretty lucky. Sure, death was not number one on his to do list, but neither was jail- in fact that was a number one in his not to do list.
"Shit, go! He will get away!"
It wasn't until the cop said those words that Morgead noticed his feet had touched the ground and that laying next to him, was his bag. Letting his lips form a smile he grabbed the bag as he ignored the pain he was feeling on his right hand.
Morgead stood up and once again he ran down the hall of the building he was now on. He ran until he found the stairs that would take him to the underground parking lot. He rushed down the stairs and once he was in the parking lot he quickly ran to find a car he could take without difficulty- however, it seemed life had other plans for him once his eyes landed on a girl that was leaning on a motorcycle a few feet away from him.
She was wearing a helmet and she was aiming a gun at him. Morgead didn't know what to think, especially after she made a small demand; "Hop on"
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Mary-Lynnette was giving her men quick orders right before she saw that man with ash-blonde hair rush towards the hotel's kitchen area. She would have ignored him, if he hadn't been carrying a gun.
Not thinking twice about it Mary-Lynnette yelled a 'stop' as she pointed towards the direction of the blonde. He had turned around for a second to notice her before he disappeared into a hall. At once, Mary-Lynnette pulled out her pistol before she ran towards the direction she had seen the man.
There were already a few police men in front of her and if she wasn't mistaking, her men were right behind her. In a quick second she had passed a few guest from the hotel and a couple of the staff until she was finally running pass the chefs that worked in the hotel. She noticed that the men in front of her had turned right but she knew that they were probably going in the wrong way because the exit was that way.
The last thing the blonde guy was probably thinking of doing is leaving the hotel through one of the exits, because after all, they were blocked by police men. Mary-Lynnette knew for a fact that this guy was part of the group of men that had robbed the bank. She was certain he had a brain and that he knew how to use it.
She ran down a hall that had numerous doors. She stopped half way and turned around, no one was behind her so her men had probably gone through another way. She quietly narrowed her eyes around the hall as she waited to hear any sounds. She knew he had to be somewhere here-
And he was, she just hadn't expected finding him like this.
He was the one that found her as he came out from a room crashing towards her. He pushed her down making sure she dropped the gun she had in hand as she roughly landed on the ground. Mary-Lynnette tried wrestling her way out but he had managed to grab both her hands. That's when she noticed he had left his gun somewhere- that was a good thing.
"Shush" she heard the man hiss as she struggled against his hold. Mary-Lynnette ignored him and opened her mouth to yell for help, however, the words never left her lips because his mouth came crushing against hers. Surprised, shocked and annoyed Mary-Lynnette tried to kick him away. This was definitely not something he had planned because he wasn't actually kissing her. His lips were only preventing her from yelling anything.
Bothered by the adrenalin rushing through her body and the strong feeling of warmness coming from his lips Mary-Lynnette stopped moving, hoping he would comprehend she was no longer going to yell. After of few seconds he did understand and he slowly parted his lips from hers.
Mary-Lynnette never once imagined she would ever be in this position. Laying on the ground breathing heavily as an extremely good looking man laid on top of her sustaining both her hands above her head. Her blue eyes staring at his greenish blue eyes. Both their mouths slightly opened- yeah, definitely a position that never passed her mind.
"Shouldn't you be a model instead of a cop" the man asked her as his eyes seemed to be shinning with lust even though his hair was slightly covering them.
Instead of snapping and insulting him, something Mary-Lynnette would have usually done, she found herself answering him politely with a smirk on her face. "Shouldn't you be a model instead of a criminal?"
He smiled at her before leaning in closer "Touché" he whispered before he brought both her hands closer and successfully managed to sustain them both with only his left hand. Mary-Lynnette's eyes slowly widened as she saw him move his right hand towards her waist.
She gasped once she felt his cold hand touching her bare skin -because her shirt had moved out of place when she had been trying to wrestle her way out of his grip- and before she could even say something the cold was gone and his right hand was moving back up above her head, however this time she could see he was holding something.
"Don't you dare-"
But he had. The man never stopped smiling as he started to stand up. Mary-Lynnette quickly moved her head to see both her hands cuffed around a pole that belonged to a small stand. She couldn't believe what was happening- and they were her handcuffs!
"What's your name" the man asked her and as Mary-Lynnette turned to see him she noticed that he was now pointing a gun at her- a shot gun to be exact.
"Mary-Lynnette" she stated ignoring the smile on his face, "Yours?" of course, she wasn't expecting an answer, she simply asked because it was common nature.
"Ash" Mary-Lynnette raised her eyebrow before sighing with mortification.
"Nice name. Fits your hair" she mused as she tested the cuffs. Yeah, she wasn't going anywhere. This guy -Ash- had actually outsmarted her.
Ash smiled at how Mary-Lynnette looked right now and for just a second, he actually thought she looked cute and sexy stuck there on the ground wearing her cop uniform while she pouted innocently and probably subconsciously. However, he quickly cleared his mind as he reminded himself that he still needed to get away. "I'm afraid I have to go, Mary-Lynnette" she said nothing considering he was still aiming the gun. "It was a pleasure meeting you" he smiled before winking as Mary-Lynnette gagged.
Ash ignored the gesture and quickly left deciding he was going to leave through the front door- however, he had to find a poor old man that would let him borrow his clothes for a moment.
Mary-Lynnette watched as Ash disappeared down the hall before she heard foot steps coming from the other way. She yelled for help until one of her men finally spotted her. She allowed him to unlock the cuffs as she told him what happened. Annoyed and irritated, Mary-Lynnette definitely left the kiss, not-so-kiss, out of the story before she told him which way Ash had taken.
She was going to catch that guy, and make sure he paid an extra year in prison for putting his dirty lips on her- even if they had been rather soft.
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Delos finally smiled as he managed to turn on his car. David was already seated on the passenger seat as his hand was out the window holding a pistol that was being shot constantly. "How many?" Delos asked as he examined his left leg which was currently bleeding. "Shit" he cursed once he noticed the bullet in his skin.
"Still a lot- You okay?" David asked noticing the injury. "Fuck that, start driving" Delos controlled his temper as he glared at David before he did as he was told. "Shit, they have cars" Delos wanted to roll his eyes at that, of course they had cars, after all, how else did David think they got there? "Drive fast and make sure they don't get near, they will gladly die if it means killing us" was all David said before grabbing a shotgun.
Delos watched with interest as David made his way to the back seat before breaking the back window with his elbow. He prevented himself from complaining seeing how they were on his favourite car and simply decided to just focus on the road.
David quickly examined the two cars that were now following them. Three people in each. He quickly aimed the shotgun at the driver on the left car (the one driving closer to them) but before he could shoot, they had started shooting at him. "Shit!" he heard Delos curse as he made a quick left sending David flying to the left side of the car.
"Drive properly!" David yelled before once against kneeling down properly and aiming driver who had successfully made the left turn. Deciding he couldn't wait any longer because it seemed they were about to start pulling out bigger guns, David started shooting.
Of course, he had originally aimed to hit the driver, however with Delos' driving he had ended up hitting the motor making the car explode. Now that, had been a better result seeing how with the explosion both the cars that were following them were now destroyed. However, David proffered to have just hit the driver seeing how the explosion had caused a wave of energy to hit their car.
It all happened so fast.
Delos lost complete control over the car as it flipped over. All he could do was grab the seat he was sitting on tightly as David did the same. The car had only flipped once so it was now upside down. Completely shattered and destroyed. The bottom of the car that was currently facing up was already leaking gas and that's what had prevented Delos from entering a stage of unconsciousness.
"Fuck" Delos cursed as he felt every part of his body burn in pain. He closed and opened his eyes countless times before he decided to exit the car through the window that was completely glass-free. Practically crawling, Delos made his way out of the car. He could barely move his body but he definitely didn't want to die just yet.
Few seconds later, as Delos kept trying to stand up, David exited the car through the back window. Just like Delos, his body was practically screaming pain, but he was able to actually stand up seeing how he hadn't received any bullets. David made his way towards Delos right after he grabbed his shot gun. He helped him up as he looked around.
"What now?" Delos asked breathing heavily.
"We need to keep going" David stated dryly knowing that the Russians weren't going to give up this easy.
He looked around once again before noticing the people gathering around the two cars that had exploded- that's when he remembered that their car could explode any second. Without thinking it twice David allowed Delos to put a arm over his shoulder before they started making their way as far away as they could from the car.
"How many-" Delos stopped talking as he felt his throat dry up, but even so David understood his question.
"Five shots" he said. "Lets go borrow a car- Fuck we need help" David stated as he started to feel a strong amount of pain on his right shoulder. They definitely needed help at the moment because David didn't know how long they would last with all the injuries.
Delos blinked as David's statement triggered something in his mind, then with a smile, he said; "get us a car and I know where to go for help" it seemed that he was actually going to see his lawyer one more time.
-o-
"We are getting out of here" Rashel stated as both Keller and Poppy gasped in surprise.
"You guys are running away?" Poppy accused before Rashel send her a glare.
Rashel didn't know much of Poppy and to be honest, she had only seen the girl twice, however she had grown to dislike her and mostly because James had fallen in love with her. Of course, she wasn't jealous or anything, it was just that James was like a best friend and seeing him in love with a girl that knew nothing about him, it was pretty bad. Rashel would have to see James suffer everyday as he lived with the fact that he was lying to the girl he loved.
Rashel had no relationship with Poppy, before she would have even considered her an acquaintance, but since she broke up with James, now she was just a stranger. "It's none of your business"
Poppy blinked surprised by Rashel's reply. "It is actually. I am, after all, here because of you guys"
"You have nothing to do with us" was all Rashel said before she focused her attention on her sister. "Lupe has probably opened her mouth so we better get going. Your allowed to leave because there is simply no good damn reason why you're here."
"I have to leave?"
"Yes Keller!" Rashel exclaimed fanatic. "Do you think we would leave you here?"
"I just though-"
"Don't be stupid" Keller frowned at her sister deciding to not say anything seeing how she didn't want to start a fight. She was too tired and both physically and emotionally unable to feel anything at the moment. So Keller simply nodded before she grabbed her jacket that was on the floor and waited as Rashel called an officer to open the prison door.
Once the door was opened the officer informed that Poppy and Thea could also leave but he ended up suggesting that Thea should stay behind and wait for her fiancé. After hesitating Thea agreed causing Poppy to frown seeing how she didn't want to go home alone-
And that's when she realised something. Rashel and Keller were running away with the rest of the guys- but that didn't matter, what mattered was James. James was in danger now. The police would soon be hunting him down and Poppy never felt so… broken. She remembered Thea's words from earlier, when she had mentioned that Poppy indeed loved James, it wasn't until then that Poppy realised she had to do something. She had to tell James, she had to be honest, she had to let him know that there was nobody else and that she-
Poppy's eyes widened as the thought entered her mind. I have to let him know I accept him. "Can I go with you?" the words left her lips before she couldn't even think it over.
Rashel and Keller both froze before turning their attention towards Poppy who had a determined look on her face. They had first thought she was talking to Thea but as they noticed the tears in her eyes and the bright glare she was giving them, they knew that Poppy had just asked if she could run away with them. Well, that's what Rashel thought, but Keller… Keller knew exactly what Poppy was asking for.
"No"
"Yes"
"Raksha!" Rashel hissed as her sister told Poppy to hurry up. "Are you insane?"
Keller smiled before her lips let out a chuckle. She turned to look at Poppy before facing her sister. "Maybe, but just trust me on this one"
No more words were said as Rashel frowned before leading the way out. Poppy hugged Thea quickly and wished her luck with Eric before she left with Keller, both following Rashel who didn't seem happy.
-o-
Thierry knew something was wrong.
It was that feeling he barely got, but when he did, it would be serious. Something that would change his life. He got the feeling when his father died and maybe his father's death hadn't been all that bad, but it still strongly affected his life.
There were very little things that could right now change Thierry's life or just affect it so hard that could in a way end his life. So as he drove through the street that led him back to the club he couldn't help but think the worst.
Why? Because he had a feeling that whatever was happening or had happened had to do with Hannah.
He felt like such an idiot for leaving her alone (There was still people around, just not anyone he trusted). Sure, the club was probably still save for now and Hannah had insisted on staying, however, that still was no reason for her to stay alone. He still couldn't even believe he had agreed to it- and to Thierry's misery, the reason why he had actually allowed her to stay alone was for two reason;
One, he thought Delos would be there any moment because he had to pick some of his money and of course, being the friend he was, he would stay with Hannah until Thierry got back. However, Thierry had no idea where Delos was right now. He tried calling but his phone was off- and this was also another reason why Thierry was worried. He thought that maybe Delos was in trouble. However, even though Delos was one of his best friends, right now, Hannah was more important.
The second reason was the most pathetic one ever. Thierry had allowed Hannah to stay alone because, well, she had seduced him into saying yes. She had used her charms, sweet smile, and seductive talk and like always, Thierry fell for it.
But now he regretted his weakness. He regretted letting Hannah practically control him as she flattered her eyelashes and kissed him gently- he hated himself for being such an idiot- Because he knew something was terribly wrong and when he finally reached the club he couldn't help but to feel his heart shatter as he realised his assumptions seemed to be correct.
Laying near the Clubs main doors were two bodies. The bodies of the guards Thierry hired to keep unwanted people to enter the club. And as Thierry got out of his car and walked towards the door with his pistol in hand, he noticed the blood.
Not even caring over the guards anymore, Thierry rushed inside the club as his heart started beating faster. "Hannah!" He yelled while he looked around for any sign of his fiancée. "Hannah!" By this point Thierry's heart seemed to be slowly stopping. He kept running around the club and all he would see was blood- blood and dead bodies. "Hannah!" he yelled once again feeling his throat dry. Hope was slowly fading away as he realised that who ever had done this was definitely not a cop.
Is this really happening? Thierry thought while he considered the possibility of dreaming everything right now. Nothing made sense. If this police hadn't done this… then who? More importantly, why? Thierry shook his head pushing all those thought back. He didn't need to be worrying about that right now, all he needed to do was find Hannah.
"Hannah!" his throat was definitely dry by now, however Thierry still felt like he could yell her name ten thousand times more, just to find her, he would- But it wasn't necessary because he managed to hear her voice.
"Thierry" It was a simple whisper, a soft, unclear barely audible whisper. Time seemed to have frozen as Thierry turned to face the direction from where he heard Hannah's voice. His eyes widened as they landed on the body of his fiancée. "Thierry" she called for him once again and Thierry didn't even hesitate as he bolted towards her.
Hannah Snow was laying on the bar with her eyes barely open as both her hands laid on top of her stomach, Thierry noticed that from afar, however he never managed to notice the red liquid until he was finally standing by Hannah.
"H-Hann…ah" Thierry gasped before he grabbed both her hands and moved them aside to see that she was indeed bleeding from her stomach. "Oh God" completely broken, Thierry cried out.
By looking at her stomach Thierry could tell that she had been shot by a shotgun. By seeing all the blood he could tell that it was a deadly wound. His heart was shattered and his mind convinced him that Hannah was indeed, about to die. He could see Hannah's eyes and he knew that she was well aware of her condition but Thierry noticed that her live wasn't what she was hurt or sad about. Thierry noticed that the tears leaking from her eyes right now and even from his own were because they're baby was gone.
"David" Hannah whispered. "They we…re… loo-looking for him" Thierry sobbed as he tightened the grip he had on Hannah's bloody hands. "Russians" she coughed as she swallowed some blood that she was about to vomit.
Thierry nodded not knowing what to say. He was tasting every sense of reality as any positive thought left his mind.
"Thierry" Hannah once again whispered before reaching for Thierry's cheek with one of her hands. She touched him softly before her fingers trailed towards his lips. "I love you"
And with those words Thierry felt his desire for life leave. He didn't want to live anymore, he didn't want to breathe… he wanted to die. Die right now, because he knew that Hannah would be dieing in a matter of seconds and that would leave him all alone. Hannah was his reason of living. She was his everything and without her, he was nothing.
"Never for…get that" Hannah mumbled as Thierry simply stared at her still not knowing what to say. His emotions were taking over him, and right now they were preventing him from doing anything. So he just stared as Hannah slowly took her last breaths.
Hannah knew what Thierry was going through. She could see it in his eyes- it was familiar. He had the same expression from that time his father died. The same expression he had as soon as he realised that thanks to his father's death he no longer had a reason for living, because he thought everything was over. "Hannah Descouedres" She mumbled surprisingly not coughing. "It was a good drea-"
"STOP" Hannah blinked. "Stop- please Hannah- don't…" Taking a deep breath as the tears kept running down his cheeks, Thierry leaned over to kiss Hannah's lips. "Don't leave me" he said as he leaned his forehead against her own. "I need you. Without you… I cant. You know I cant"
Hannah felt her heart shatter even more as a sudden rush of pain ran through her body. "Thierry"
"I always loved you- I will always love you. You, don't ever forget that" Hannah realised Thierry was accepting the event- and he was doing it for her. Because he wanted her to leave this world not worrying about him, most importantly, his sanity. He was letting her go and that's the best thing that could be happening.
"Quit" Hannah mumbled knowing that Thierry would understand what she meant. "Don't… k-kill-" and once again the pain came back. This time though, it ran through her body ten times stronger and that's when Hannah felt her heart slowly come to a complete stop.
With eyes wide open Thierry watched as Hannah's eyes slowly closed. He cried her name out loud while he felt the hand he was still holding suddenly get heavier- and then, reality crashed harder then ever.
Thierry yelled, cried and cursed as he hugged Hannah's lifeless body tightly. He definitely felt his sanity slowly leave him as every memory he had of Hannah started to feel so… unreal.
He stayed holding onto Hannah for a few minutes and when finally managed to stop crying he spoke softly to her believing that she might be listening. "I will kill. I will kill whoever did this to you. I swear"
He knew Hannah wouldn't want this… but, he had too.
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Thats it!
Okay, dont shoot me! I'm sorry this had to happen... and oh god, I really suck at writting death scenes. Really SUCK. Okay, I dont even know if I made any sense. I'm sorry for such a sucky chapter... gosh its really pathetic. Anywho, I hope it wasnt that confussing. Next part will definitly be the last part and well.. yeah, thats all I have to say.
Sorry for all the spelling mistakes, I know there is probably alot.
Btw, I dont think ill make a sequel, but ill probably make oneXshots... and uhm, ill esplain more next part. :)
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-Maria
GOD BLESS!
Ps. I did change my user name... again.