Christin Solomon
Chapter 27-Challenge
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Sorry I haven't updated, we went on a two day trip and I couldn't get internet service at the hotel. I'm bringing Grant's big sister, Rose, from my other story into this chapter and probably in others. Enjoy!
Christin's POV
Some creepy robotic thing came from out of the wall behind me and yanked me in to the darkness.
"Sis!" Was the last thing I heard my brothers' yell before the door thing was closed and I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. The thing pulled me through random corridors before I was falling from a ceiling into a dark room. It felt like my ribs broke all over again. I tried to force myself into a sitting position until the electric shock brought me back down to the ground. Darn them. Another electric shock pulsed into me. I wanted to scream, to cry, but I didn't. They were not going to break me into submission through pain. I was not going to fall into their sick and twisted game; I would die before I even considered it.
"Your precious darling will suffer for your bad choices," A dark and evil voice spoke from the darkness. I glanced around; there were familiar outlines that were strapped to chairs. They were making my family watch this. I could see my brothers and dad struggling as my mom silently cried with her head bowed.
"This is your last chance, join the Italian Spies, are she is electrified to death," The voice threatened. My dad's mouth opened.
"SCREW YOU!" I yelled at the top of my aching lungs. The guy snarled and the electric shock was stronger, yet I clung to my pride and did not let them know I was in pain.
"You will pay for that brat!" The voice shouted as the pulse hit me again. The tiny knick was made and I started to bleed on my side. My jaw tensed as my mind threatened to make my voice whimper.
Focus, Chris thought to me. Focus on what?! I screamed back in my head. Focus on anything that will keep you sane. Chris told me before his voice was blocked out in my pain. More blood, darn. The guy chuckled as the cut got bigger. I was ready to crawl into my mind and never come out, but I couldn't, I had to focus. So I did.
I focused on James, my James. His black hair and his icicle blue eyes, my boy. I remembered laughing with him and at him. I wanted him. But he wasn't here and I may never see him again. I couldn't think about never coming back.
So I switched to my best friend, Rose Newman, Grant's older sister. She was my age. Rose had black hair and gold hair and had lost her own brother at the age of six. She was the best fighter and sniper and marksman the CIA had ever known. I remembered seeing the tape of her when she had allowed herself to be captured. Two hundred men came to beat her to death, but she fought them all too unconscious or a few dead. Then they sent one hundred men with knives into the room, she kicked all their butts too. That's when she picked up the knives and threw them into the darkness where two men with guns would have shot her. She looked up at the camera and smirked before throwing the knife at the tiny camera and killing the feed. Knives were her specialty as a marksman. She had four she had crafted herself for emergencies. Rose was an amazing sniper. Fourteen hundred yards on a good day. Grant had a cell phone she had given him. She was tougher on him, even more than me. Deep down, I knew she was scared of losing him like she had lost their parents and brother.
Footsteps stopped right by my head.
"I guess I'm forced to kill her," He murmured to himself. I felt the charge retreat and I kicked him where no man wants to be kicked and then in his face as he bent down. The remote controller went flying and shattered on the medal floor.
"I will finish the job," The guy growled, standing up, and pointing a gun at my head. A knife flew through the air and into his wrist. He shrieked in pain and the gun hit the ground. He stumbled closer to the wall and two more knives pinned his shirt right next to his neck. His eyes were wide as he stared passed me. His hands moved shakily to remove the knives.
"Touch those and I'll make sure you never make it out of here," A female voice threatened. He dropped his hands and started crying, saying something about how he wanted to say good bye to his mother's grave in Italian. The girl knelt down beside me as CIA agents began to release my family.
"How bad is it?" Rose asked, scooting up my shirt to assess the damage.
"I'll live," I shrugged dismissively and she smiled.
"Rose!" Grant shouted as he ran to his real big sister. She stood up and gave him a tight hug before punching him in the shoulder, hard.
"What was that for?" Grant asked, a little pathetically.
"What the heck did you think you were doing, going on a mission?!" Rose ranted, glaring at him with intense gold eyes.
"Saving Christin?" He suggested while rubbing his arm. She growled something about how much easier it would be if there weren't little brothers to worry about. I laughed shakily and only for a few moments before I became too tired. My parents knelt beside me on either side.
"Nice aim Rose," Shawn said as he came to stand beside her since there wasn't any room beside me. I swear, my immune to boy's compliments best friend, blushed. The paramedics approached.
"Excuse Mr. and Mrs. Solomon, but we must assess your daughter," My parents backed away from me so the paramedics could crouch on my sides. They took my pulse and I was fine till the needle came out.
"It's to fight any infection," The man explained as he did that little tap thing on the syringe. Chris moved into my line of vision and came to sit beside me, holding my hand.
"If they were going to hurt you, I would have killed them by now," He reassured in Ancient Italian. My mom gave him a warning look but he shrugged it off. The needle went into my arm and Chris squeezed my hand.
"Time to get you to the hospital," One of the paramedics informed me as they loaded me onto a stretcher and rolled me toward an ambulance. I let my eyes close because it was finally safe to sleep. I had over come my challenge of possibly dying and the threat of giving into becoming an Italian Spy. My reward, I could go home with my family.
A/N: I thought this chapter was really good. I need your opinion, should Shawn and Rose end up being together? Review please.