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Chapter 5: Playing Hero

I stayed there watching them and thinking of what to do to save her. It would be extremely stupid just to jump in and try to get her away from them, its 2 to 1 so the odds of me getting her out of there safely is pretty much a big fat zero. I'd have to be sneaky around these guys.

But this alley is so narrow so I can't really sneak around them or anything. I thought. And I doubt they'll get easily distracted from the girl...how do I get to them?

She was still in the rapists' grasp, hands criss-crossed behind her back, still whimpering and softly pleading "Please...please...just let me go...I've done nothing wrong...just let me go..."

The rapist who was holding her jerked her backwards and then towards a side door to the building on the right where they entered. The second rapist checked around to see if anybody was near who saw them. I quickly brought my head back to the wall I was on when he took a glance in my direction. I tried not to breathe loudly to keep as quiet as possible, hoping that he didn't see me.

There was a long silence. I bet he was staring at the corner I was on. He probably did see me move and I was praying that he won't come over to check. I heard his footsteps come closer to my wall. At this point, I've sucked in my breath and tried not to breathe. He stood there watching my wall again for a bit, which is getting me angry since I now have to try harder not gasp for air.

I then heard his footsteps turn around and walk away from the wall, splashing in the puddles as he did. The sound of the side door open and close reassured me that he overlooked my movement. I exhaled and tried to catch my breath again.

It was now safe to go into the alley...I then took a look at the building they had entered. It was a run-down looking building, not even two stories high compared to other old buildings, I think it used to be some sort of bar. It's a dull looking building with the bar sign partly washed off from the decades of rain, the walls cracked and clothed in graffiti. How could this place possibly still be up and no one has noticed. I looked outside of the alley to the actual front of the restaurant to see a sign pinned on the door. It read: Townsville City Construction Department (TCCD) will be reconstructing this un-owned land by March 23. Land has been bought by AIO Co. (That's our new company that we just got.) All citizens must stay out of the area for safety purposes since it could be hazardous. Signed by the TCCD.

That explains why there are some construction machines and vehicles nearby. I thought. Now just to figure how to get in without opening that door...

I took a look my surroundings in the alley. Other than the brick walls and door, there was a pile of trash cans and garbage bags...that was pretty high and close to the roof ledge. Maybe if I climbed on it...

I backed up a bit and then made a little dash to the trash and hopped onto the pile trying not to fall off balance. I positioned myself at the highest point of the bags and leaped up to grab onto the ledge. The rain was making the ledge slippery, and if I fell in the trash it would make a lot of sound and the rapists would know I'm here.

I was losing a little bit of my grip but I pushed my feet against the wall to give some support and hauled myself on top of the ledge. I brought my knee over and the ledge scraped against it and cut through my pants, almost cutting my skin.

"Damn" I muttered. I was hoping if I got out of this that there would be no proof of where I was or what I was possibly doing.

But my pants were the least of my worries right now, since the roof that I'm laying on feels very shaky and doesn't seem like it could support my weight very long. There were a couple of creaks and holes in it ...possibly from men who got drunk in the bar and started firing gunshots since the holes are around everywhere. Hope it doesn't make too much noise or that I fall in one of the holes.

"No! NO!" I heard a shriek. It was coming from the other side of the building, and it was the girl. I crawled over to the side from where the shriek came avoiding the holes as I crawled.

I think I was above the room they were in. There was a nearby hole that was large enough for me to peer inside, but it seemed less stable. I peered in anyway and saw the girl was backed to the wall covering her chest with the two men leaning in. They had stripped her from her clothes and half her dignity. The other half was covered by her underwear. Her cheeks were red and stained with tears, her whole body shaking with fear.

I peered in closer to get a better look of the situation...that's when I heard a crack. It was the wood below me; it was very weak and bending. The men had heard the crack as well.

"Did you hear something?" One of them said and began to look around. The other one began to look too.

The wood cracked again and sank even lower. Chips of wood fell down above the men, hinting for them to look up. They looked up and saw me staring right back down at them. I should've at least moved my head from the hole then maybe they wouldn't have noticed I was there. The wood cracked some more and was now shaking from too much weight for its thinness.

"Uh oh" I said, right before the wood folded in and broke. "GYAAAA!!!!"

I crashed down into the room. Surprisingly, I landed on something soft. When I opened my eyes I was on top one of the rapists. I was still on top of some wood, plus with my own weight, he was knocked out cold. I grimaced at the smell of his breath, it smelled like beer.

I quickly looked the side. His gun had fallen out of his pocket. I don't know if it was intelligence or instinct or maybe even common sense, but it took the gun right before the other guy took out his and pointed at me. I got up and pointed the other man's gun right back at him. Now it's a draw. If he shoots, I shoot. If I shoot, he shoots and in between all of that is a whole lot of tension.

He looked me up and down and cocked an eyebrow. It was what I was wearing. I was wearing black dress pants with a dark blue blouse and a black jacket. Of course, it's the typical rich people stereotype. All rich people are always dressed properly; we must look polished and perfect 24/7. It's annoying that we always have to dress proper. I've wished before that I could be able to wear average everyday clothes. I've always wanted to try on jeans.

"I had a feeling someone was here" He asked putting his other hand on his gun. "Who the hell are you?"

At first I thought about giving him my name, but that would just be plain stupid. I needed a cover of my true identity. He was still eyeing my clothes and me like I was some sort of freak. That's when I got an idea. I'll use my proper clothing style to my advantage. I cleared my throat.

"I'm part of the CIA Secrete Services" I said deepening my voice trying to sound tough. "I am an agent-"

A couple pieces of wood from the roof fell. That gave a little reminder that I fell through the roof to get here. A real CIA Secret Service Agent wouldn't have fallen clumsily into the room he was going to sneak into.

"-in training." I added quickly.

"Huh" He snorted. He doesn't seem to believe it. I wouldn't believe it either if I were him. "If you're an 'agent' where's your badge?"

"L-Like I-I said" It was so hard not to sound so shaky. "I'm in tr-training."

"But what would a trainee be doing a dangerous job like this?" He asked with some mockery in his voice.

"W-Well...compared to the real CIA Agents...tch! T-this would be nothing to them!" I said "They could come in, whoop your butt and be on their merry way."

"Hmm..." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Just answer me this question: If you really are part of the CIA, even if you are a trainee you would at least have your own gun. Why'd you take my partner's huh?"

So he saw me snag the gun. I thought.

"Uhh...m-my gun...needs, uhh...special repairs" I said.

"What kind of repairs?"

"My name....written on it, kind of repairs..." I said, my face was flushing red. I know I sound so lame. "Ya know, like I always wanted it on the side, ya know, so if I take it out people around would be like 'hey! It's Boomer!'"

Shit, I just said my name. Now he knows a little bit of who I am when I still don't have a clue. Score one for the bad guy.

He just stared at me for a while before bursting out laughing. I stared at him with an arched eyebrow wondering why.

"That is the dumbest load of bullsh-t I've ever heard!" He laughed.

I gave a small inward groan. I know now he won't take me seriously as a threat of any kind. I'm just some guy who happened to see them take the girl and is trying to play the superhero when he's completely powerless. He kept on laughing at me and my face flushed more.

This is embarrassing... I thought miserably. No, this isn't embarrassing, this is pathetic! I can't believe everything I say amuses him.

He bent over with his hands on his knees taking a breather from all the laughing.

"You are so not a CIA agent." He wheezed. "But you have a knack for story-tellin' kid"

"Umm...thank you...I guess" I muttered.

While the guy was still trying to catch his breath, I noticed the girl was gone from that spot at the wall and she was now behind the rapist. The whole time, she got to the ground and had been quietly shifting away. She was still going and slowly making her way over to a broken window.

At least she'll get out ok...now how will I get out and away from this dude. I thought. The guy took a deep breath and sighed, then he started snickering.

"You know, you being funny ain't gonna save yourself from me" He said as he stood, his voice returning to its husky tone. "and neither will it save the g-"

He noticed the girl was not at her spot. He whirled around to see her trying to climb on a bunch of boxes to reach the window. She began to shake once she realized she was caught.

"And where do you think you're goin'?!" He marched over to her to grab her.

"Hey! Back off her!" I marched over as well.

He turned back to me and pointed his gun at me making me point mine back at him.

"Tch! Bet'cha don't even know how to use it!" He sneered and grinned.

Ok that, I can prove him wrong. I know how to use a gun…not that I've used a real one before, and this would be my first time holding the actual thing…but c'mon! What boy on earth has not played some sort of gun-related videogame in their lives and had not figured how a gun works? I've played so many gun games like Metal Gear Solid the first, second and third, Grand Theft Auto all the versions especially the new Chinatown Wars one and a whole bunch of others. Mom wasn't happy hearing that I played those type of games, thinking it might corrupt my mind into something evil, but Brick allowed it saying 'knowing this stuff might be handy in future'. So if this guy thinks I don't know how to work this thing, he has another thing comin'.

I narrowed my eyes at him and fully cocked the hammer of the gun making it give a little click sound. His grin washed away from his face into a grimace since he realized just by my look that I do know how.

That's when he decided to take some action and punched me in the gut making me drop to the floor and drop my gun. The girl started to climb the boxes again only more frantic than before. The guy grabbed her arm and twisted her wrist.

"OW! LET GO!" She shrieked in pain.

I got up from the ground and charged at the guy.

"You let her go!" I yelled as I punched him square in the face making him sprawl into the boxes. There were many boxes and some covered him and it would make it difficult to climb out, which would buy us just a little time.

I took her arm and pulled her away from the boxes.

"C'mon let's get out of here!" I started to bring her towards the side door she came in on the other side of the room trying not to trip on the many old, busted tables and chairs that were scattered everywhere.

"But we could've escaped from the window!" She said.

"No, it would take too much time for both of us to crawl out, plus that guy is angry now so he's gonna be a lot quicker in trying to prevent us from getting out" I explained to her.

When I looked back at her I remembered she was still nude. Her boobs were bouncing up and down as we scurried. I blushed and quickly took off my jacked.

"Here, use this to cover yourself" I handed it to her. She blushed too and took it and tried to put on while we still hurried to the other side.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

We both whirled around to see the rapist had gotten out of the boxes, his eyes were full of rage and a bit psychotic. He began to fire again.

"Get down!" I made her duck and run as we tried to avoid the other bullets.

There was a steel bar counter in the next room that was in pretty good shape except for the little door that hung open and broken. I decided we should hide over there. I held as tightly as I could onto the girl and made a dash towards it with her trying not to stumble. We hid behind it crouching down and panting heavily.

"What are we going to do now? How do we get out?" She panted and then clutched a gold necklace that was around her neck. "I'm scared."

"Don't worry, we'll get out of here, we'll get through this" I said still panting as her "…I promise"

She gave a warm smile, she seems to trust me and that just made me smile back. She has the cutest face ever and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. It's always the eyes I'm attracted to the most for some reason. The rapist's footsteps was heard and brought us back to reality.

"Where the hell are you, you little punk?!!!" He yelled. He sounded tired and doesn't seem to be thinking very straight. We tried to be very quiet. "I know you're in here…and you've got that little bitch with you too…"

We remained silent and the rapist became more impatient.

"….GRRR….COME OUT SO I CAN F—KING KILL YOU ALREADY!!!!" He started firing shots at the roof. More chips began to fall and a pile fell on the girl.

"Ouch!" She whispered and began to rub her head.

He must have heard her because he began to fire towards the steel bar counter.

"Aww man, now we really have to get out of here" I groaned. I was enjoying our little moment back there.

"There's only one door in this room how are we gonna get past him?" She whispered through the loud bangs of gunshots.

"…..we're gonna have to make a run for it" I replied back.

"WHAT? Do that?! He'll kill us for sure!" She panicked in a hushed tone.

"Ok then…I'll make a run for it on one side, while he's distracted by me, you make a run for it behind him and head for the door. I'll know you'll make it."

"B…but you'll die!" Tears were beginning to appear in her eyes. She really cared for me even though we just met. I shook my head.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if I live or not" I said her tears began to stream down her face and I tried to wipe them. Her skin was very soft and felt nice. "As long as you make it out okay…now c'mon, we have to go now"

More holes were firing through the long counter. Even though the rapist knows we're behind the counter, he doesn't know which side we're on. If he keeps firing he could pin-point where we are.

I gave a little grin to lighten the mood. "Ready?" I asked and she shook her head 'no.'

Now would be as good as ever so I jumped over the counter and began to run to the other side. The rapists began firing at me as I ran. I could see from the corner of my eye that the girl had got up and sprinted into the other room. I ran into the other room as well, that's when I heard a gunshot and felt something extremely painful pierce my leg. He had shot me and the pain came instantly and was excruciating...so excruciating that I began to stumble as I ran. The rapist took this chance to catch up to me and punch me in the face. Then he punched me in my gut again sending me to collide with the wall. I slid down, my legs unable to support the rest of my body which was in pain. I was starting to feel unconscious by the minute.

The girl had already reached the side door but hadn't gone through it since she saw me got shot. Now she stood there watching me, too horrified or possibly scared for my life to escape.

I could feel the blood oozing out of that shot on my leg and staining my pants. There was some dripping down from my nose from that punch. I was completely weak and helpless now, I couldn't do anything. The rapist walked up to me and grabbed hold of my hair and jerked my head up. Then he placed the barrel of his gun on my forehead right in-between my eyes.

"Nighty-Night punk" He grinned and cocked the hammer of his gun.

Just before he was about to pull the trigger and kill me, I heard sirens outside the building. He heard them too and stopped. The doors of the building bursted open with police men swarming in, armed with guns and pointing at the rapist. I saw Mr. Yanda among them.

"Stop what you're doing! Back away from the man and put your hands up!" One of them who seemed to be the chief, ordered.

He was about to then hesitated. Mr. Yanda quickly dashed to him gave a fancy kick right in his jaw, sending him away from me and dropping his gun. The other policemen surrounded him and tried to pin him down.

"Mr. Yanda! Am I ever glad to see you!" I said as he helped me stand up. "…but, how did you know I was here?"

He nodded his head over to the door which was open with my limo outside. George was there peering inside from the car. I smiled grateful for their help.

The girl ran up to me from her spot near the door. "Oh my goodness! Are you okay?! You're bleeding all over! We have to get you to a hospital!"

"A hospital would be nice…" I joked but then grunted as the pain from my leg and the rest of my body kept seeping in more when I tried to move.

She came by my right side to help support my leg and we began to walk to the door with Mr. Yanda helping my other side to the ambulance which was outside along with the police cars, and my limo.

"OH HELL NO! I'M NOT GONNA LET THOSE BITCHES GET AWAY!" The rapist was still struggling.

Even though they had his hands behind his back, they had not cuffed him yet. He kicked the policeman who was pinning him down in the marbles and got one of his hands free. He stretched and reached for his gun that he dropped in front of him and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

My mouth gaped open as I sucked in my breath. I couldn't believe what just happened and it went by so fast. He didn't shoot me, or Mr. Yanda…but the girl.

Her eyes were wide and completely shocked, and her breath was held in just like I did but was shaking once again. Then her eyes rolled back and she collapsed to my side. I quickly grabbed her and tried to hold her up.

"BUBBLES!" I screamed. I realized what I called her. I never knew her name, she never told me…but for some reason I feel like it is her name…I feel like I knew her from before.

"Bubbles! Bubbles!" I shook her a bit. "Oh God Bubbles, don't die on me! Quick! We need and ambulance now!!!"

Mr. Yanda now went to Bubbles' side and helped me carry her outside to the ambulance. I noticed there were camera people out with us now videotaping us. The reporters were dying to come up and ask some questions but as soon as they saw me so beat up plus Bubbles who was unconscious and bleeding they backed up to give us space to reach the ambulance. The paramedics quickly took her in the vehicle and placed her on a stretcher. They began to put needles and hook things onto her and got her pulse on the heart monitor machine. Her heart rate was going pretty fast which wasn't good. They told me to go on the other stretcher and just to relax as much as I could so that my heart rate wouldn't go up either. The other paramedics in the ambulance began giving orders to each other of what could be done in the meantime to keep her alive.

The stretchers were pretty close so I reached over and held her hand. It was just as soft as the skin on her face.

"I'll be right here with you. We'll get through this together…just as I promised." I said to her, hoping she could hear me. I was breathing harshly, the wound from that gunshot had me lose a lot of blood and its draining me from my energy, but I still held onto her hand.

The ambulance rushed down the streets in the murky rain to the hospital as I held onto her. Not letting go until we had too.

Looks like Bubbles is in a more dangerous situation than before! Will She and Boomer be able to make it through? Or will the pain and suffering be too much for our Bubbles? Stay tuned for the next chapter of TGL! (R&R)

BTW: Forget what I said at the end about Princess in the last chapter...I changed my mind :)

and P.S.: A few people have told me about the cliff-hangers that I use in my stories...and I LUVVVV cliff-hangers (whether reading or writting them) but some people DON'T...sooo, I'm trying to bring the 'cliffage' down a notch for my stories. Please tell me if the end of this chapter sounds like a cliffhanger. Thanks!^^