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~ Chapter Five ~

~ JJ's POV ~

I gasp as I fall to the floor, not really feeling much pain. I keep my eyes open, waiting for the moment everything fades away, waiting for everything to fade to black and only black. I can hear someone shout my name, and them someone cries. But I can't make out who it is. Everything is one huge blur, and I close my eyes momentarily, opening them again to see Emily and Garcia, crying.

"It's going to be okay, we're going to get you out of here I promise." I shake my head but the slight movement appears too difficult for my quickly dying body. I squeeze their hands and close my eyes, suddenly scared when I don't feel anything at all. It would make it so much easier if I just accepted death, it would be so much easier if there was something to feel, even a little bit of pain, a shimmer of hope that maybe I would make it. But there was nothing, just a large black hole waiting to suck me in and never let me back out.

"Help her!" I hear Emily scream besides me, I can hear some low muttering and some more bodies run next to me. Emily and Garcia are gone then, or am I just dead? But then I heard them again and I know that I am still alive.

"Open your eyes." I do as he says, scared of what would happen to my friends if I didn't listen to him, I look up at him and lightly feel his cold hands on my now exposed stomach as held down the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. I look down and see all of the blood gushing through a thick towel and I shake my head, trying to pull his hand off of it.

"What do we do?" I listen to the hushed whispers,

"She wasn't supposed to die so quickly, we were supposed to have all three of them ready for him."

"I know, we will just have to make sure she stays alive. I am not going to get the blame for this."

"It was your stupid wife that shot her."

"And she is going to pay the price for that..."

"Good! I ain't getting into a load of shit because of your woman." I can almost hear them nodding and then one of them walks off, probably to make that poor woman – the one who shot me – pay the price.

Was he about to kill his own wife? Was he that cold?

I winced a little when something cold touches the wound but the pain went away as quickly as it had come. I look over at Emily and Garcia, both of them huddled together in a dark corner of the room, the door was still open at the top – almost illuminating their features. I can make out the tears making tracks down their pale faces, only now seeing the black eye and cut lip on Emily's face do I know that she put up a fight. I look over at Garcia, at the bruise on her forehead where she must have hit her head when they stuffed her into the car like they did to me.

I shake my head again and pull his hands off, maybe if I was dead then everything would be better for everyone – except these guys of course but why should I care about them? All they have done for me is cause me pain, take me away from those I loved, rape me, beat me.. why should I do something for them?

If I died then it would only get them into trouble, if I died maybe they would get the punishment they deserve. I take one more look at my best friends and then push away the man keeping me alive, he looks at me – seemingly shocked by my decision to chose death rather than this life they have stuck me in. I put my own hands on the still bleeding wound, only lightly, feeling the blood seeping through and I look up at the ceiling – waiting. Just waiting.

"Carl! Robert!" I look at him, not worried, nobody can do anything to stop me. Nobody can keep me alive if I don't want them to...

"She wants to die, she won't let me touch her, what do I do?" The desperation in his voice almost makes me laugh, I could do something that would hurt them badly. I could do this, even if it meant hurting everyone who ever loved me. Even if it meant leaving them behind.

"Oh for God's sake, she is dying, she is just a weak woman, Robert just grab her arms and hold them there and Sam, stop the bleeding. I will be right back." I shake my head and tears fall down my face when I feel pressure once more on my bleeding wound, they couldn't stop it, they couldn't save me.. it was too late now. It had to be too late.

And that was when I felt it, the darkness... I could hear Emily and Garcia screaming and crying when I suddenly felt someone banging my chest, breathing into my mouth. But I was gone now, I don't care, I can't see anything anymore. And I can't feel anything else, I can't hear anything now.

I am okay. I am safe. I am secure.

They ain't.

A/N: Muhaahahahah :) Review if you want anymore tonight, I leave for vacation in a few hours ;)