Authors note, please keep in mind that this is just the beginning of their story.

Count Me In

"Times are looking grim these days, holding on to everything. It's hard to draw the line…Shut the fuck up, get up." (3x) Korn ft. Skrillex

There was a commotion in one of the designated guard rooms, making Edward wonder what was going on. So far, he was not impressed, as most of the guards seemed to be of low intelligence. He had even managed to infiltrate his Glock 19, which was securely located in his chest gun holster. Raised voices and the sound of a scuffle made Edward investigate. Without preamble he shoved the door open to see two guards fighting each other, while the other four surrounded a surveillance monitor.

"I like the way you beg, girl," he heard coming from the monitor.

"Damn, Mayfield, did you see the tits on that girl," one laughed.

""Fuck, that's a nice piece," another grunted, while eating his lunch.

Edward turned toward the monitor, seeing the girl that had agitated his thoughts lying on the floor in what appeared to be a shower-room. Naked. Red, he saw red.

"What happened?" his hands twitched at his sides.

"If it isn't the newbie," one of the guards voiced, standing too close.

"We can look, but don't get your hopes up. Felix wants this one all to himself," a short red-haired guard snickered.

"Just came all in her hair," a few others laughed.

"Ya'll are sick!," one of the guards who had been fighting yelled, slamming out of the room.

Think, don't act, he told himself to no avail. Five. Five dead, mother fuckers. Shit, this cover was about to be blown. Oh, well. He smiled, but it was ugly.

"So, you enjoyed the show?" he asked, deceptively calm.

"Hell yeah, you missed out there buddy!" one guard answered while the rest laughed.

Edward could contain himself no longer. Coming to stand behind the first guard, he snapped his neck so quickly the room was shocked into silence.

"The fuck…"

Snatching up a dull knife from one of the guards plates, he stabbed the second guard in the eyes repeatedly, blood flying. The third guard tried to open the door to the room, but Edward threw the knife into the back of his head with ease. The third guard slid slowly to ground, streaks of blood staining the door.

"Told ya'll this mother-fucker looked crazy."

The second guard was on the floor wailing like a bitch, while the other two advanced on him. Whipping out his Glock, he shot the fourth guard in the neck. Rounding on the last guard, he bitch-slapped him into the wall before shooting him in the forehead. Edward pulled the knife out of the third guards head, and slit the second guard's throat, blood covering every inch of the room.

Headed to his destination, Edward made a phone call.

Central Prison, Isabella, Lost

Deathly silence made up the space between me and reality. Hardened to my fate, I let Felix lead me away from the shower-room. Steps, slow steps. Reeling but determined, I walked. The sound of someone running invaded my peaceful fabrication. Everything changed in a matter of seconds, the black haired demon-guard stood in front of me, blood covering his uniform. An angel. The Devil. Dream? Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe none of this is real. Maybe I'm not real. Felix released my arm, talking to the devil before me.

"What do you want?" I heard Felix ask.

I never heard an answer.

Edward watched as Felix pushed the girl aside, facing him. Grinning like a maniac, he rushed him. Punching Felix in the jaw, he watched the guard stagger. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the girl leaning up against a wall, a dazed expression on her face. The girl had seen enough already, he decided quickly. Lifting Felix up by his hair, he wheeled him around the corner and shot him straight through the heart, letting his limp body thump to the ground.

"I like the way you die, boy," I heard as the flesh on my arms stood to attention with goose-bumps.

The devil came around the corner looking at me with pity. Never again. I steeled myself, as he approached me with his hands out.

"Edward, my name is Edward," he told me. Not the devil. Real.

"Bella…real," I managed to say.

"Yes, you're real," he spoke again, looking at me like I was crazy.

Taking my arm in a gentle grip, he led me toward an exit, coming to an elevator. He looked in my eyes as the elevator descended to the first floor. An alarm sounded, making Edward curse silently. Locking eyes with me again, he tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear, making me jump.

"Don't be scared."

The elevator doors opened with a ding. Mayhem ensued.

Edward reloaded and shot everyone in his path. Blood splattered the walls, blood sprayed in every direction, the sound of gun-shots unreal. He whipped and turned my body in every direction, harm never coming to me. Making our way to the prison parking-lot, Edward took out the tower-guards, aiming with deadly precision. Racing to his truck, he looked at me again.

"Are you okay?" he asked, opening the passenger door.

"I'm here."

"I won't hurt you. I want to take you away from all of this," he looked serious.

I nodded my head as he pushed me into the truck. Driving very fast, I saw him take out his gun again, shooting at the gate controls. He reached over and put my seat-belt on before the gate opened. Freedom. Was I free? Surely this man wouldn't hurt me. Would he? I would be prepared. I would steer the course, as I had once read. I would be strong for once in my life. A thrill of exhilaration shot through me, trying to diminish the poison that had taken residence.

He looked over at me once again, an unanswered question seeming to take form on his lips.

"We're leaving the country. I'm sorry. I know you're in shock, but you can never turn back now. You'll be going places with me, for the rest of your life. You're stuck with me."

I should be frightened, but what could be worse than what I'd already been through. Blazing into the unknown, I looked over at him.

"Count me in."