Here you go! Again, I don't own anything but my character Alex. Enjoy ;)
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"Let's go," Jon said, the adrenaline surging through his veins like crazy. He was ready to go in there, guns blazing literally, and do what he did best... Get the bad guys.
"Wait, wait... Who's that?" Antonio asked, pointing to a figure lurking around the back- where they were going to go in- with guns in his hand.
But Jon had an idea of who exactly it was. It had to be him figuring he really had nothing left to lose.
"It's Alex' boss."
"What's he doin'? Checking to see if she can work a shift tonight?" Antonio's sarcasm rolled off his tongue but Jon ignored him.
"We're going in... Now," Jon said, looking at both Joe and Antonio. At first they thought he was crazy for requesting they go in alone, just the three of them especially after Jon was shot just hours ago. But Jon wanted to be the one to bring them all down while backup stationed around the warehouse area incase the Irish ran off.
So they nodded, each taking a deep breath, exhaling as they opened their doors.
"We get her out, no matter what," Jon instructed, cocking his gun. He ran his hand through his hair, his eyes darkening.
"Alive."
"What about them? Dead or alive?" Joe asked.
"Whatever it takes... Dead or alive, I don't care. I'll drag every single one of 'em outta there either way."
With that, Jon led them through the same way they watched Colby creep, huddled around the doors. But before they could bust through the doors, open firing on everyone they heard a single gun shot followed by Sheamus' voice.
"I've been expecting you Lopez... Good aim too," Sheamus chuckled, staring down at one of his men bleeding like a stuck pig on the ground below him.
Colby held two guns in his hands, pointing one directly at Sheamus above the steel balcony and the other at The Wyatts and the rest of Sheamus' men standing to his right.
"You double crossed me Sheamus... You turned my business partner on me."
Sheamus chuckled. He was rather amused. "Alberto just needed some coaxing... Someone to leed him in the right direction."
"Where'd you leed him to? The barrel of my gun? Cause that fucker is dead."
It was really no loss for Sheamus. He now had everything the late Alberto and soon to be Colby had, literally right in the palm of his hand. What use was a snitching low life like Rio, really?
Besides he had no real use for him anyways.
"No big loss there, I assure you."
"Thought you'd say that," Colby muttered, laughter following. Out from his coat pocket he pulled out a familiar Celtic necklace covered in Becky's semi dried blood.
He threw it over to Sheamus, the chain clinking against the steel as it hit against it. He went to grab for it, literally feeling like a thousand knives were stabbing his heart repeatedly.
"No," He gritted, holding the bloody necklace in his hand. Finn breathes heavily, feeling a new sense of anger wash over. The one he considered a sister was dead... She was taken away from him too.
"You have two options Sheamus," Colby said, his fingers steadily over the trigger. By the looks of Sheamus, he was ready to pull that trigger if need be.
"You either let Alex go, cut all ties with her completely... Or I will kill every single one of yous here tonight. But not you Sheamus... Nah... I'll drag your sorry ass back to where I killed Becky and I'll kill you right in front of her lifeless body- give you sort of a little family reunion since I'm such a nice guy."
Sheamus gritted his teeth, his grip around his gun so tight he could feel his dry hands cracking. But he didn't care... That was his life and his dead sister he was talking about.
"Fucking ass hole..." He mumbled, about ready to shoot his gun.
"Wait, wait, wait," Colby interjected, "You didn't make your choice."
He was taunting his former partner, and it damn well felt good especially with a gun in his hand.
Having enough, Sheamus roughly grabbed Alex in his hands and jabbed the gun to her temple. "Seeing as you took someone so precious away from me, it's only fitting I do the same to you."
Outside the warehouse Jon could hear Alex' muffled scream and it made him lose his mind. "Alex," he whispered, finding it very hard to keep quiet and wait for their opening.
Colby glared and he was sure he pointed his gun directly to make a dent in Sheamus' face. He contemplated taking the shot but he risked her life either way. He still owed to her to try and save her life... And he desperately wanted to full fill that promise of sorts.
"I'm telling you one more time," Colby seethed, his heart racing, "Let her go."
Sheamus cocked his gun, digging it further into Alex's temple, making her cry out again. "No."
"Now!" Jon's booming voice echoed through the warehouse, the doors kicked open by Joe and Antonio.
Shots fired all around. Sheamus' men and The Wyatts kept Jon and his crew busy while Colby hid and crawled on the ground, avoiding bullets to the stairs he was climbing to the top where Sheamus stood overlooking the chaos.
"We're getting out of here," Sheamus yelled to Finn.
He shoved Alex in his arms. "She's coming with us."
But before they could even attempt to make their way out of the gun fire, Colby rammed right into Sheamus, slamming him into a steel post.
Finn shot at Colby, missing him completely before the two brawled on the ground leaving Alex to crawl away the best she could being bound.
She rubbed her tied wrists against the bars to the stairs, finally pulling at the frayed strands of the rope to free her. She peeled the covering to her mouth, gasping air before panic set in.
Hiding behind a few crates, her body trembled with the sounds of bullets echoing. Every chance she could get she tried to scope out Jon but she couldn't find him.
"Jon..." She whispered, eyes darting between Antonio and Joe exchanging bullets and blows with every enemy coming their way... Until she saw Jon on the ground, over top one of Sheamus' smugglers- beating the living shit out of him with the back of his gun with his one good arm.
"Jon?" Alex called out, her voice broken as she hurried down the stairs, covering her head.
He looked up, leaving the bloody mess below him once he saw her.
He quickly ran to the stairs, letting her fall into his arms. He fell back too, thankfully hidden behind large crates away from the gunfire.
"Jon?" A terrified Alex mumbled, tears in her eyes as she held him close... Something she thought she'd never ever do again.
"It's me, I'm here... I'm here, baby," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"Let's go."
He picked her up the best he could and they headed for the doors until he heard a heart wrenching gasp out of Alex. Within seconds she fell limp to the ground from a bullet he was sure hit her.
Jon's heart stopped in his chest, his eyes almost popping out of the sockets. His mouth was dry and he physically felt sick to his stomach. Alex was shot and now she lay on the ground beside him.
When he finally found it in him to turn around, Finn crashed into him- the two wrestling around for Finn's fallen gun.
"You fucking shot her!" Jon screamed in rage, unloading all he had.
Finn did shoot her, but he had to even though he felt like a part of him died a little. There was no way she was leaving with him. In the end he rather have had her die there with him.
Jon tried pinning Finn but once his injured arm gave out, he was unconscious from the hard blow he failed to dodge.
Up top, Colby and Sheamus brawled- each packing in blows left and right.
They battled for the only gun that hadn't fallen through the grate, clawing it out of each other's hands.
Sheamus groaned, dodging a right hook to the face. In turn he smashed his elbow into Colby's face, knocking him on his back. His vision hazed as the back of his head slammed against the grate from the blow, unknown to him that Sheamus now has the gun in his hand.
The bloodied Irish inched closer and closer, standing over Colby who was shaking his head lose, blinking repeatedly just to adjust his eyes. Groaning, he tried to sit up but Sheamus kicked him down. He smiled down at him, a sickening grin all over his face. He was really going to enjoy this...
He raised the gun, pointing directly at Colby's head, a perfect head shot awaiting.
But with all his mustered up force he raised Sheamus' body with his foot, kicking him over the rail and onto the ground below. His body made an eerie thud and he could even here a gurgling grunt of pain following.
Colby leaned over the edge, Sheamus' eyes staring up at him. He didn't know if he was dead but he sure as hell looked like he was.
But his attention turned to Finn caring Alex' body in his arms with Bray following behind, the two managing to dodge the bullets and bodies around him. Colby pulled himself to his feet, staggering down the stairs to where Jon's unconscious body lay.
He searched for his gun frantically, Jon's eyes opening and himself gasping for air as he finally came to. "Finn's taking her. I need your gun!" Colby shouted.
With a groan, Jon sat up, pulling a hand gun from a holster around his ankle. "You're not going alone," he said, managing to stand to his feet no matter how much it hurt.
The two ran outside, their hearts dropping once Finn's car sped away. Jon immediately pulled out his phone, ready to give the orders for the officers and SWAT that surrounded the area to move in on the runaway car.
"Wait, wait," Colby panicked, "What if they do something once they see they're being followed?"
Jon sighed in frustration. He knew he was right.
"You know where they're going?"
"I have a feeling... It's probably their only last safe place left in town."
"Where?"
"The Wyatts."
X
"It's just you and me now kid."
"But Sheamus-"
"He fell... You saw it, I saw it. He could be dead."
"And if he's not?"
"Don't be looking to the stars now, kid... If he's dead, he's dead. No going back on it."
Finn nodded but he couldn't help but feel fear. He was rightfully next in line to take over the business of Sheamus was in fact dead. That alone scared him just the slightest, but not as much as having Alex laying in the corner of Wyatt's cabin, bleeding out.
He'd shot her and the more she bled, the more guilt he felt. She was his everything, in a way he'd never be able to register. She was an obsession of sorts, a perversion to his already fucked up mind.
He couldn't take back what he did but besides the business that was awaiting his rule, he wanted her with him in life.
"We need to get her to a doctor," Finn said, interrupting whatever Wyatt was saying.
"She's as good as dead," Bray chuckled.
"No, she's not," Finn muttered.
"She might as well be."
"No."
"She's a liar..."
"I don't care anymore... I need her."
Bray couldn't even keep a straight face. "What?"
"I need her," Finn repeated.
"I love her."
Bray chuckled. "You're corrupted, Balor. You've got too many of those demons inside that head of yours."
Finn shook his head loose, as well as Bray's comments. "We need to get her to the hospital. Nothing transpires between you and I before that," he ordered.
Really, Bray couldn't say anything against it. Finn was basically the next in line so anything goes.
"You realize the risk?"
Finn nodded, too corrupted with his own selfishness. "I don't care."
Bray couldn't stop him from picking up Alex and heading right through the door either.
As soon as Finn had Alex stashed in the back seat of his car, out of nowhere he hit the ground.
He gasped for air, rolling to his side in pain.
Colby, with all his force, had speared the life out of Finn while Jon crept around the front of the cabin for Wyatt.
"Alex?" Colby called out, opening the back door.
She didn't answer.
"Alex!"
She looked so lifeless that he had to shake her. Slowly, her eyes fluttered opened but not long enough the make out visible features. She fell unconscious again and Colby grabbed her, pulling her out of the car.
"No!" Finn shouted, grabbing Colby.
Alex fell to the ground, the force enough to startle her awake. She tries crawling away from the two men, her body feeling tremendously weak from the loss of blood. With her back propped against the opposite side of the car, her head fell back and her eyes fluttered close again.
Inside, Jon searched high and low- behind every door and inside every nook he came across.
He found nothing and absolutely no one.
"Wyatt!" He shouted, gun ready as he came across the front of the cabin again.
Nothing.
"Wyatt!" He called out again.
A creek from behind.
Jon turned around, met by a brutal right hand that knocked his ass to the ground. Bray kicked his gun away, chuckling as he saw his already injured arm in full display. "It'll be easy dismantling you... I see someone has already taken part in that," he said.
Jon kicked him back, knocking him through the rotten wooden wall. Jon jumped to his feet, the pain of his arm nothing as he laid into Bray, over and over.
Outside, Finn had Colby in a lock leaving his gasping for air while he felt around for his gun on the ground that he hadn't even noticed Alex crawling back from the car. It wasn't till he heard the cocking of a gun that he stopped completely.
"Alex?" He called out, her frail looking body hunched in front of him and Colby. Her hand was pressed against her side firmly where she was shot, her other holding the gun to his face.
"Let him go," she whispered.
Finn did let him go, slowly standing to his feet. He held up his hands, standing in one place.
"Give me the gun," he pleaded.
"No."
"Please Alex."
"No," she shouted, her voice horse and broken.
"Don't do this," Finn said quietly, trying to grab for the gun but she backed away, gun still pointing right at him.
"Please, Alex... I love you," he said, his eyes watery from tears she never thought he'd cry.
"I love you."
She closed her eyes, inches away from peace of mind she'd wanted every since she met the Irish- since she knew what Finn was capable of. Now it was her on the other side of the gun, threatening his life. It only made it easier for her to pull that trigger, the loud sound echoing through the field and her body. But finally, she was at peace as she watched his body hit the ground from the bullet piercing right through his chest.
She gasped, throwing the gun to the ground and falling to her knees- the realization that she killed someone too much, even if it was a guy like Finn.
"Alex," Colby said, dragging himself to where she knelled. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her fall into his arms.
"I killed him," she whispered, staring over at him.
"Don't worry about him... You're safe now," Colby said, moving her cheek so she'd look him in the eyes.
"What about you?" She asked, tears in her eyes. She'd forgotten she'd told Jon about him.
"It's not about me... You're safe. That's all that matters now."
"Colby... You have to get away... Please."
"Don't worry... I've got my ways," he said, stroking her cheek.
She nodded, but that was it. Colby felt her go limp and her eyes closed with her mouth slightly hanging.
"Alex?" He asked, stroking her cheek again.
"ALEX!"
X
"Baby? Come on! Don't you fucking do this! Alex!"
Jon was a wreck speeding down the highway, dodging every car and stray pedestrian along the way.
She was so lifeless in the passenger seat beside him, her head falling back and forth from side to side with every turn he made. It scared him to death.
"Alex! Come on baby! Wake up!"
He'd finally made it to the hospital, pulling up to the front entrance of the ER. He came to a screeching halt, running over to the passenger side.
He scooped her up in his arms, running through the doors, looking for anyone in a pair of green scrubs.
"I need help!" He shouted, "She's been shot!"
Nurses ran to his aid, calling over for a stretcher and paging a doctor from the ER.
She was ripped from his arms and placed on to the gerny. He tried everything to follow through the doors with her, but the nurses held him back.
"Please, sir. You can't come through," one of them said.
He stopped fighting it, slinking away while they ran through the doors to assist in reviving Alex.
Jon was left in the waiting room of the ER, sliding down the wall he propped himself up against. He fell to the ground, his head in his hands as his heart was literally ripped from his chest and dangling in front of him- teasing any thoughts when it came to her well being and if she would actually survive this brutal nightmare.