Running On Adrenaline Chapter 5
Heyy everyone! If you're reading this, you've either never read my story (stories) before and you're just seeing this or you're old readers of mine who haven't seen me in about a year. Long story short, I've had troubles getting by and through life due to an endless list of complications, eventually which made me lose internet. Now I'm back and although I have dome writer's block since it's been a while, I'm gonna try my best to update either once a week for each story of mine, or update half one week then the other half the next and just keep alternating like that. Before I wrap this up, id just like you to know you should keep a lookout for my other stories that ill be updating for Kickin' It as well as maybe some for the Disney Channel show I Didn't Do It in the future 😊 After this long of a delay, I'm not gonna keep you waiting much longer. Here it is, Chapter 9! Enjoy and be sure to leave a review and tell me your thoughts. I'm really interested in your thoughts more than ever now. Follow me on Twitter and Instagram as KAD900, I follow back. REVIEW!
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Kim's POV
Though it seemed kinda odd he closed the door after he came in, I ignored it and believed it to be just an act of security.
I then turned my attention back to the television and after staring at the boring news for a few moments, I realized I had no clue where the remote was.
As he searched for something on his cart, I got out of my seat and began looking around for the device.
I then bent down, my head facing down the ground in hopes to find the remote as the janitor soon caught notice of me scavenging the room.
"Are you looking for something Miss?" he asked as I looked at the floor around us.
I brushed my loosely hanging hair to the side as I looked up at him.
He gave me a confused look as I informed him "I lost the remote for the TV."
After nodding, he gave me an idea of where to look.
"How about you look under the table? Maybe you dropped it."
I grinned as I jokingly face palmed before him.
I thanked him just before I laid belly-down against the firm fabric of the booth I sat on moments ago.
I then slid sideways slightly under the table and looked around to see it in the back right corner which was closest to where I was sitting.
I smirked in victory as I picked it up then got up out of the booth area.
Just before turning around to re-thank the man, I heard a click.
My gracious smile turned into a look of great worry as I saw what made the clicking noise.
The janitor was now currently holding the gun just a few feet from my head and had a devious smirk plastered on his face as my eyes widened.
I couldn't help but glance down the hole of the gun, the sun from the window just so happening to cause the silver bullet inside to flicker, informing me it was indeed loaded and ready to be fired at its target.
I then averted my eyes back to his as I dropped the remote to the floor, causing it to clatter loudly on the hard floor.
We stood there for a few moments, making my pulse and breathing increase by the second in fretfulness.
Just then, he broke the deathly silence.
"Didn't expect this did you?"
I just stood there, arms sticking to my body as I seemed to freeze in place.
He chuckled loudly before smirking.
"And to think, all I have to do is pull this trigger and I become rich."
I kept on praying Jack would walk in.
Of course I didn't want him to get hurt, half of me wished he'd walk in so I could at least get the gun from him.
Because my curiosity got the best of me, I managed to stutter out "W-who are you?"
"Does it matter? You're about to be executed and that's the first question you're gonna ask?"
Once I took the moment to rethink my words, I realized what I had said was indeed foolish.
"Ok, then why do you want to kill me?"
"Wait, you mean you don't know? No wonder you were easy to catch." he chuckled, his eyebrows rising up in astonishment.
He then continued on "That my young lady is as secret."
I then scrunched my eyebrows together as I asked, straightening my figure to a bolder shape as I did so "Secrets are made to be spilled."
"True, true, I'll tell you what. If you can get out of this room alive, I'll tell you, whether you're dead or alive."
That being said, I looked behind him and smirked before looking back at him.
As he noticed my cocky grin, he turned around in curiosity, giving me the opportunity to disarm him.
I quickly grabbed his hand, bent it backwards, and then twisted it, causing him to drop the weapon as he screamed out in pain.
I then let go and kicked him in the chest, causing him to smash into the door.
While he flew backwards, I kicked the gun to the side, landing somewhere in the closet as he began to recover.
After cracking his head to the side twice, he came at me as I got into my defensive stance.
I threw both hands at him, swinging my right arm followed by my left.
From the momentum of my punches, I caused myself to move forwards slightly, forcing him to take a few steps back.
After my second attack from my fist, he kicked me in my stomach, launching me back a foot or two into the table.
My hands moved behind me after the impact, feeling the table behind my back as he approached me once again.
Just before he could throw a punch at me, I swerved to the side.
Because of my hurried movements, I ended up hurting myself once again, this time on the side wall of the room, or in other words, the wall to the left of the man.
As I took a second to recuperate from the throbbing blow I clumsily gave to my spine and head, my eyes widened again as I saw an unexpected fist coming my way.
I ducked down, using my arms to push his away as took a step forwards to hit him with my elbow.
I hit him firmly in the chest, causing him to cry out in pain, but in less than a second he collected himself and grabbed my arm which was still in his chest from the hit.
His speedily movements frightened me slightly for the single reason that I didn't see them coming.
In one swift movement, he took my arm, bent it behind me, then pushed me forwards, slamming me into the wall.
I cringed as my face smashed into the wall, but chose to disregard the pain for the time being.
I clenched my teeth together, hoping to help the pain as I felt the man's breath tingle down my neck.
"I admit little girl, your pretty good…"
With that said, he then moved my arm just so, causing a loud crack to echo in the room.
I couldn't help but let a yelp escape my lips as he then added on "But you're not good enough."
I felt an excruciating pain in my shoulder and it was obvious what he had done.
He had dislocated my entire arm and unless I wanted to face agonizing pain, I couldn't use my arm to fight.
Using my other arm, I elbowed him in his face, giving me my chance to get out of his grip.
He stumbled backwards, clutching his nose tightly as blood began to flow freely down his face and off his chin.
Knowing there was nothing he could do about his nose now, he turned back to me.
Because of the pain emitting from my shoulder, I now had my other arm cradling my injured one as his eyes glared at me with great anger.
With a final yell of infuriation, he took a step towards me as an idea came to mind.
Right in front of me there was the closet.
It wasn't huge, but it should give me enough room for my plan.
I had to end this now.
Surprising the man, I ran towards him, only to dive on to the floor.
I slid forwards, grabbing the gun as it came into view the minute I entered into the closet.
I intended on just getting inside then finding a weapon inside, but what better weapon then a killer's own?
As I noticed I began to slide to a stop, I quickly flipped over.
I turned over just before I could come to a stop in the middle of the closet.
The giant man turned around to face me in bafflement as I aimed the gun to his head.
Not expecting my swiftly executed actions, he then let a chuckle escape his lips.
"You're not going to kill me, you don't have the guts little girl."
I swallowed before responding.
"How do you know?"
"Please, I doubt you want to be known as a killer for the rest of your life. Plus, if you kill me, you should imagine what will happen to your little boyfriend of yours."
An arrogant grin took over his face as I felt my heart sink into my stomach.
The gun in my hands began to tremble slightly as I began to breathe heavily through my nose in hopes to calm myself.
Through gritted teeth, I then asked him "Where's Jack?"
"Oh I don't know. He could be almost anywhere you know. He could be in the bathroom and get ambushed, he could be in one of the empty train cars about to get shot… My memory seems to deceive me."
Now I was pissed, Jack could be in danger and he's playing mind games with me.
I assumed he could tell this as for seconds later he then told me "If you really want to know, he's in the lobby eating some blue cheese salad or something."
"Or something?"
"Yeah, I was there. He ordered a fancy blue cheese salad and a soda."
He's lying…
Jack can't stand blue cheese.
Kim, he's lying!
Just then, my body relaxed at the thought as I told him "You're lying."
"No-"
"You're lying!"
From that point, he knew my mind wouldn't and/or couldn't be changed, so he went to his last resort.
Just then, without warning, he came at me but before he could take another step, I pulled the trigger.
He stopped in place, eyes wide from the bullet in his forehead as he crumpled to the floor.
Once assured he was dead, I leaned forwards and threw the gun out the closest window then collapsed onto my back.
My chest heaved heavily up and down as I let out a large puff of air from my exhaust.
I chose to lie there for a moment with closed eyes as I collected my breath.
When I felt it was time, I used my good arm to prop the upper half of my body up, from there, I then used it to push myself back against the back wall of the closet.
Once I positioned myself somewhat comfortably, I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes.
Jack's POV
"Kim? Kim?"
After bursting through the door of our room, I looked around only to see a trashed room, a janitor's cart, and a body on the floor that laid there unmoving.
Looks like Kim took care of herself pretty well…
As much as I wanted to believe she was alive and well, I needed to see her to confirm my thoughts.
Because I didn't get a response, I called out her name again, this time more as a worried statement rather than a question.
"Kim!" I then listened for any sign of her.
Moments later, I heard a barely audible yet recognizable voice come from the closet to my right call out my name.
I quickly ran to the entrance, turning to look inside as let out a breath of air I didn't realize I was holding.
I saw Kim on the floor, back up against the far side of the closet.
Without hesitation, I ran forwards only to come to a stop before her as I got down on one knee.
"Kim, are you ok?" I asked, putting my arms on her shoulders as she almost immediately cringed.
Seeing this, I quickly let go as I gave her eyes of concern.
She made a face of discomfort as she adjusted to make herself more comfortable.
"I'm fine, he just hurt my arm, that's all."
"What happened?" I asked, referring to the dead body on the floor behind us.
"He tried to kill me and one thing led to another and now I'm here."
I chuckled slightly in amusement as she then asked me "What happened to you?" "
Got attacked, went through a wall, same old same old."
She couldn't help but chuckle too as she gave her first attempt at getting up.
She used what I assumed was her good arm to push on the wall for support as I held on to her good shoulder just in case.
When she was fully standing, the sound of the train's horn blaring broke us out of our trance with one another.
Knowing it was the signal that we were coming to a stop, I quickly motioned Kim to me, grabbing her hand on her good arm before gently pulling her out of the room and to the right.
Like I saw before when I left the room earlier, to the right was the door leading to the next cart.
Because we had to get away from the scene immediately, I thought it was best to get off the train from a different point so people wouldn't notice us. If there were maniacs after us, more specifically Kim, it would seem smarter to hop of the train undetected.
On a normal, well, somewhat normal circumstance, I would stay with the police, but because of the fact that people around the both of us end up getting killed, I knew it was best for the both of us if we avoided them for now.
Plus, they wouldn't believe two young teens.
They would just think we were two hoodlum kids on the run for love or some other gaudy story.
That being said, I escorted her out the door and through the door of the next cart.
Overlooking the yelling and screaming of furious chefs, in the kitchen we cut straight through and out the door at the end.
Once the door was shut and the sound of bickering cooks faded, I looked down the side of the train, confirming that we were far enough away.
Once the train came to a slow stop moments later, I helped Kim get down before we stepped down and made our way to the closest sidewalk.
Our previous plan of going to the police had been severed after the recent event, forcing me to make up another plan of action.
As I began to lead Kim down the sidewalk, she followed by my side as she asked "Where are we going?"
I then looked around at the nearby people staring at us in unease, making sure they all soon looked elsewhere as I informed her "You'll see."
Kim's POV
Because we had no means of quick transportation, I was forced to follow Jack as I trailed behind, unsure of where we were going.
Seeing that I began to slow by the minute, he turned around to face me.
Without having to say a word, he already knew I was tired.
We both were…
I just seemed to be more tired.
Ignoring my plea to not do what I knew he was going to do, he came over to me and picked me up piggy back style.
Submitting to my body, I leaned my head down on his shoulder as I soon felt my eyes fluster shut.
The next thing I knew, I woke up to the feeling of a soft, lumpy base beneath me.
After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I went to lean up, but hesitated half way as I realized I had forgotten about my arm.
I accidentally let an inaudible groan of pain out as I clutched my arm, using my remaining energy to lift myself up completely as I took a look at my surroundings.
I seemed to be in what I recognized as Jack's bedroom.
Taking a closer look around the room, I saw everything as I last saw it, though one thing seemed to stick out significantly.
Jack, who was on the other side of the room, had half his body dug deep into the closet as I could hear the sounds of rummaging come from the same direction.
He must have not heard me from all the noise he was making.
Just then there was a loud crash.
I saw his body flinch at the sound and saw him cringe on the spot.
If I had to guess, it was probably something very fragile that hit the floor.
Seconds afterwards, he backed up out of the closet, revealing his entire body.
Though unlike the last time I saw him, only the lower half of his body had clothes.
I observed more closely to see that his hair was extra shaggy than usual, leading me to believe he must have just taken a shower recently.
Once that was confirmed, I couldn't help but let my eyes wonder down.
Don't judge!
I'm a teenage girl who happens to kinda, sorta, maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on the person before me.
It's not my fault!
Anyways, as my eyes traveled downwards, I took noticed of his muscular body.
His toned figure seemed to amaze me as I took into consideration that he had done karate since he was very little and he had only just hit puberty about two years ago.
Those combined create one heck of a body.
I've done karate too since I was little, but boys in general gain muscle easier as their bodies adjust.
My eyes took in the sight of every crack and crevice as he threw his head back, groaning in frustration.
After taking a deep break, he turned to face me, instantly snapping me out of my daze.
Catching notice of the fact that I was awake, he rubbed his neck in discomfort as he was unsure of how long I must have been awake.
"Um, Kim? How long have you been awake?"
"Enough to know you just broke something that I assume was very fragile." I chuckled as he removed his hand in relief.
He then took a few steps towards me as he took a seat beside me on the bed.
He leaned forwards slightly to take a look at my wounded arm, catching notice of my arm still around it.
"How is it?" he asked, referencing to my arm in which he was eyeing with concern.
"I'm pretty sure the guy dislocated it."
He sighed, taking a deep breath before explaining to me his intentions.
"Kim, we have to get it back into its socket."
I nodded, understanding the fact that he was right.
Aware of what was going to happen next, he advised me "You should lie back down, it'll help ease the pain."
Listening to his advice, he got up, giving me room to lie back down as he walked around to the other side of his bed.
He's dealt with this same injury before, he knows how to fix it.
It's only happened to me once before, about a year and a half ago when I was fighting in a competition.
Of course I still won, but I was in tormenting pain.
Just so coincidentally Rudy happened to miss the attack and never saw my injury.
As for the guys, they missed it due to the fact they turned their attention to an audience member they thought was attractive.
Because Jack had already fought and seemed to have no interest in the girl, his eyes remained on me, studying my movements the entire time until I was kicked in the shoulder.
The second the match was over and I was declared the winner, he motioned me into Rudy's office since we were fighting in our dojo.
He informed me I dislocated my shoulder and just like this time, he recommended I lie down.
As I did so, he sat up on the bed on his knees as he leaned forwards towards my shoulder.
He gently put his hands on my shoulder, both in slightly different locations as I took a deep breath in preparation of what was to come.
I was well aware of what I was about to experience and so was Jack.
My last breath then hitched as he told me one last thing.
"I'm sorry."
Right then and there, he popped my shoulder, causing an immense amount of excruciating pain in my shoulder.
Like last time, I couldn't help but let out a loud yell in response to his administrations.
He knows himself it's painful and can easily understand why I yelled the way I did.
By instinct, my hand instantly moved to his forearm and squeezed tightly.
While I probably cut off his flow of blood in his arm for a few seconds, instead of protesting or saying anything, he decided to give me a moment for the pain to subside.
Once most of the intense pain disappeared, I let my head collapse back into the pillow under me as I closed my eyes and slowly released Jack's arm from my tight grip.
We stayed there in silence, sitting there for a good two minutes, more or less until he spoke and broke the silence.
"How do you feel?"
I chuckled slightly as I re-opened my eyes to stare at the brunette-haired boy before me.
"You mean besides the sore pain in my shoulder I get every time I breathe? Yeah, I'm all sunshine and roses."
Jack's POV
As a reaction to seeing Kim finally speaking after the deathly silence, I couldn't help but laugh, causing Kim to release a chuckle as well at the sight.
After everything that's happened, I haven't really seen her genuinely smile, more or less laugh.
It was a sight I really missed being able to see frequently.
She was generally a very high-spirited, but she was also a very tough girl too.
No matter the mood, she always found a way to look at the brighter side of things, and that's something I highly admired about her.
Sadly, her smile soon faded with her laugh and the silence returned to us as she used her one better arm to lift herself, sit herself up, then cross her legs in a crisscross sitting position.
We just sat there, oddly gazing at one another as silence engulfed the room.
Kim was first to break the eerie stillness of the room.
"Thanks, you know, for fixing my arm?"
"Anytime Kim, anytime. You would have done the same for me if it were me."
"You know I would. What are best friends for if you can't cause one another pain? It's the circle of friendship." she laughed jokingly.
"True, true… Does it still hurt?"
"Just a little sore, nothing I can't brush off." she responded, shrugging her shoulders before me to demonstrate her point.
"Are you sure-?"
"Jackson Brewer, I think I can tell if my arm hurts or not. Just calm yourself down Superman."
"Sorry Kim, you know I don't like seeing my friends hurt, that's all."
"Everyone knows that Jack, everyone who's ever met you knows that. You're always the one to come to the rescue."
"Maybe I should just buy a cape then and go around town looking for trouble then." I laughed, flexing my arms into flying stance as I hummed a quick, heroic theme song.
Kim couldn't help but laugh at me, putting a hand to her face as she shook her head in her hand.
"Did you just come up with that?" she asked, still laughing continuously as she looked back up at me.
"It was easy. What do you think I always dressed up as for Halloween?"
"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say the boy with the superhero complex dressed up as superheroes." she said sarcastically, currently amusing herself with the conversation at hand.
"Ding, ding, ding! Congrats, you just won the million-dollar prize!"
"You know, a million dollars sounds nice, but right now, I'd have to pass."
"Wait, you mean if somebody were to hand you a million dollars, you'd refuse to take it?"
"Right now, yeah."
Hearing this from me caused me to furrow my brows in confusion.
It was only logical that any human being on earth would accept money like that.
In fact, some people dream for a wish like that to come true.
So why is Kim so different?
"You mind if I ask why exactly?"
"Honestly? I'd rather like to know why people are trying to kill me. What did I ever do to someone that makes them want to send people to kill me?"
"Kim… you know I can't answer that. The only thing I do know is that whatever's going on, we'll figure it out and get through it."
"There's one thing you do know though. Why are you helping me?"
"Because you're my best friend, I care about you, and I wouldn't know what I'd do without you as my best friend."
As serious as our conversation got, I could tell she was really opening up to me.
Of course she was a very honest person, but when it came to her thoughts, she usually kept those under wraps.
The fact that she was opening the closed doors that normally remained shut, showed me how fragile she was feeling.
One thing's for sure, I definitely don't blame her.
It's not like we're spies in the movies who are trained to do all this crazy stuff, we're two teenagers.
The only reason we're both probably here now is because of our background of karate.
Because of how long we've both done karate, not only can we fight when attacked upon, but we're in good shape.
It's literally luck that we've made it this far.
I could tell Kim was very doubtful over my words.
Her head was tilted down, staring down at her hands as she bit her lip, something she did whenever she was at unease.
Seeing this, I reached my hand out, grasped her hand in mine and rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb.
She almost instantly lifted her head to look up at me, her face painted over with her thanks.
This wasn't the first time I've done this.
Whenever she was stressed, no matter the reason why, she would come to see me since I was her closest friend.
The same applies to me whenever I get stressed.
We would just drop everything we both were doing at the moment and took a time out to talk, discussing everything that was piled on our plates at the moment.
It was just one of our "things" that made us, us.
Kim's POV
I knew Jack could read me like a book.
There was no doubt in my mind he knew something was wrong in my mind, and shortly after I let my head slip down, I felt a hand gently grab onto mine.
Knowing it could only be the one person before me, I looked up at Jack, looking him deep in the eyes as he did the same.
He knew what I was feeling, there was no way around it, and there was definitely no way I could deny it after everything that's happened.
While holding onto my hand, Jack took his thumb and smoothly dragged his thumb across the back of my hand.
For some reason, this always seemed to calm me whenever I wasn't in the best of moods.
Frustrated, stressed, depressed, angered… you name it.
Whenever Jack was around, he always did this to calm me, and it surprisingly worked.
This time I had a reason to be very grateful for his actions.
With all that has happened, I probably needed this more than ever.
Scratch that, I wanted this more than ever.
It was just another in the heat of the moment thing when I did something that probably surprised both Jack and I.
I couldn't help myself after re-thinking everything he's done for me.
Besides my parents, he's been the only one to care for me as much as much as they do.
To know you're cared about that much?
It's truly an amazing feeling, a feeling I thought Jack deserved more credit for.
Without warning, I slowly leaned forwards closer and closer towards him.
My empty hand snaked its way around Jack's neck, pulling him closer as I slid my hand up the back of his head.
My hand tightened, grasping most of his brown, scruffy hair just before placing my lips onto his.
The whole time, I felt for any signs that he felt uncomfortable.
He didn't shift, he didn't pull away, he didn't freeze, but he did do something.
Just as I did, he slowly deepened the kiss and continued to do so, taking full advantage of what I had started.
Just a minute after I had made my move, things slowly heated up.
Not only did our current make out sesh deepen to new levels, but he seemed to show signs of desire, that he was actually enjoying what was going on between us.
Without separating the kiss, he swiftly got onto his knees and began to lean forwards into me as I complied.
Catching on to his endeavors, I unfolded my legs from one another and leaned back into the comforts of his bed.
I sank back into his pillows as he now leaned over me, not breaking his contact with me for a single second.
With the position we were now in, I couldn't help myself but move my other hand up behind his neck as well, though this time I removed my hand from his hair, and instead wrapped both my arms around his neck as he continued holding himself up above me.
Never in a million years did I think that Jack and I would do something like this, but in the moment, we both knew that neither of us regretted our actions.
If we were uncomfortable with something, we both would have spoken up and said something, but it was clearly obvious that that wasn't the case here.
After minutes of this, we both noticed that the need for air became essential.
As if cued, we both slowly pulled away, locking eyes as we did so.
We were both in a state of confusion, unsure what to say or do but try and catch our breath.
What did I just get myself into?