Chapter 10: The Hostage

Jason stood in front of Chandler with a sinister smile on his face. When I peeked out from around the corner, his eyes went wide, then narrowed.

"Am I, interrupting something here?" he asked, eyeing my almost naked chest. Chandler shifted and I let go of him, crossing my arms over my chest. Chandler glanced down at me and then looked back at Jason.

"Um yea kind of, now who are you and what do you want?" Chandler asked Jason, irritation creeping in his voice. The creepy smile was back on Jason's face and he took a step forward.

"You don't remember me?" Jason asked, feigning surprise. Chandler furrowed his eyebrows together genuinely confused.

"Should I know who you are?" he responded.

Jason opened his mouth and looked at me, then back at Chandler.

"Wait, you seriously don't recognize me?" Jason scoffed, laughing. I could see Chandler start to get angry.

"Okay look, I don't know if this is some type of prank or something but you need to leave." He started closing the door, but Jason stopped it, a serious look plastered on his face.

"How could you ever forget your childhood best friend?" Jason said, a smirk creeping on his face as Chandler's mouth slightly opened. He started shaking his head as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, you're thinking straight Chandler Austin. It's me, Jason Long." I didn't see it coming and I don't think Jason did either, but as soon as those words came out of his mouth, Chandler reached out and grabbed Jason's neck with both of his hands, choking him. He yanked him inside and slammed him against the wall next to the door.

"You killed my mother!" Chandler yelled in Jason's face, squeezing his hands tighter around his neck. Jason thrashed against his hold, clawing at his hands so he could breathe.

"I didn't kill your mother. My father had her killed." Jason choked out, wheezing as Chandler loosened his grip on his neck. Jason rubbed the spot where Chandler's hands were and glared at him.

"Your father may have had her killed, but you are to blame just was much as him. I should kill you right now." Chandler spit out, breathing heavily. Jason let out a short laugh.

"But if you kill me, you will never know who actually killed your mother. Orrrr, who is planning on killing you in three weeks time. Aha!" Jason chortled at Chandler's reaction to what he had said.

Chandler took a few steps towards Jason until his back hit the wall.

"You tell me who they are or I swear to god I will kill you right now." Chandler said slowly, his deep voice echoing in the quiet air. Jason don't do it, I thought when he looked over at me, humor in his eyes. I couldn't risk getting caught now. I just gained Chandler's trust. I gave Jason a look and he rolled his eyes, his attention turning back to Chandler.

"Just know that it's someone that is," he glanced at me. "....super close to you, let's just say that." Jason pushed Chandler away and made his was back outside. He stopped and turned.

"See ya in three weeks Chandler." He chuckled to himself and then gasped. "...or not!" He laughed hysterically and drove off, leaving behind a very furious Chandler.

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After the encounter with Jason, Chandler went around the house breaking things and cursing until he was weak and tired. Of course he ended up bruising himself and I cleaned and patched up his wounds.

"You really need to learn how to control your anger," I told him while we were laying in his bed. He sighed and stroked his injured hand that was around my waist.

"I know, I know. I can't help it sometimes. I'm trying to get better at controlling it I swear." he responded, staring up at the ceiling. I just smiled and snuggled closer to him.

"As long as you're trying, that's all that matters." I answered. I stretched up and pressed my lips against his stubbled jaw. His fingers feathered up and down my spine, as he started falling asleep. I laid my head back on his chest and started thinking. I don't know what we are, but I don't want to lose whatever this is that we have.

I was so comfortable in his embrace that I almost fell asleep. Until I remembered I had some business to take care of. I slowly moved Chandler's hand off of my waist and got up, careful enough not to wake him. I stretched one leg over his body and placed my hands on his chest to boost me over to the floor.

I put more pressure on his chest than I thought and he started moving. I stopped what I was doing and slowly sat back down, straddling his waist. He groaned and shifted, unconsciously grabbing my hips, grounding me in place. Right over his bulge. My heart started racing and clamped a hand over my mouth from laughing. I could imagine what he was dreaming about. I mean he did say two years right?

Chandler shifted yet again, this time thrusting his hips upwards. My eyes got big and I gritted my teeth to suppress a moan that was about to escape as tingles shot into my core. Once he stopped moving, I stretched my leg to the floor and once I was stable, I did a mini hop to get my other leg on the floor.

I looked over at Chandler and saw his chest moving up and down, indicating that he was still sleeping, peacefully might I add. Perfect.

I stealthily made my way out of his house and to my car, then drove off to my destination.

The Troublemakers hideout.

I parked on the other side of the road so no one would recognize my vehicle. The Troublemakers hideout is basically in the middle of nowhere, with old houses in the surrounding areas. There are a few trees surrounding the place, but behind those trees is a large mass of land. On that land, hidden well, is a large dirty pond. You don't want to end up in the pond.

The hideout is a huge warehouse that houses guns, drugs, gadgets from all over, and whatever else we needed to house. Like hostages.

After realizing that I was just a pawn to Jason Sr., basically disposable, I had decided to intervene on all of their missions. Like letting their hostages go and destroying all their equipment that they needed, for one.

Tonight, they kidnapped a little girl from the couple that owed them some money. I don't do kidnapping little kids. So they were definitely going to hurt for this one.

I reached over to the backseat and grabbed the equipment that I needed for this personal mission. I took a two knives and stuffed one in each of my boots. I grabbed two pistols and put them in my in my waist band and the other in the back. Once I was sure I had everything I needed, I got out of my car and pulled my makeshift hood/mask over my face, masking my identity.

Tapping my neckpiece, I turned it on to hide my real voice.

"Hello." I whispered, my voice coming out deep and raspy. I giggled to myself. I freaking love gadgets.

I opened the door to the backseat of my car and took out two handheld machine guns. Oh, yeah this is gonna be fun, I thought, closing the door with my foot. I started walking across the street and when I got close enough I started letting bullets fly.

"HAAAAAAA! I'M BACK BITCHES!" I shouted, shooting at the sky. The warehouse door slid open and three men dressed in black with guns came running my way. I threw the machine guns to the side and pulled out my pistols.

One man ran to the left of me and I shot him right in the head, blood flying as he fell. Another made him way to my right as the other ran to my middle. I let the guy to my right get closer and I whacked him with the barrel of my gun, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. The guy on my middle shot at me but missed, and I shot him in the kneecap.

"Ah fuck!" he screamed, falling to the ground, clutching his knee.

I ran inside of the warehouse and saw four more guys scrambling to get to me. I looked to my left and saw a little blonde girl about seven years old with tape around her mouth, tied to a chair. An overly muscular bodybuilder looking guy was next to her with a gun held to her head. If I tried to get to the girl first, I wouldn't make it in time to save her. I guess I have to take care of these bimbos first.

I ran at the men coming my way and yelled, grabbing a knife from my boot and threw it at one of the men, hitting him right in the chest. He thumped to the ground. One down, three more to go.

The next one ran up to me and kicked the gun I grabbed from my hand. My wrist twisted slightly, pain shooting through my wrist. I gritted my teeth from the pain and ducked as the guy swung his leg at my head. I grabbed his leg mid-air and twisted it, snapping his kneecap and possibly his leg, out of place. He screamed and before he fell, I grabbed his neck and punched him hard, blood and teeth flying out his mouth. I threw him on the ground and crouched down, ready for the next two.

They both hesitated, glancing down at the guy on the ground.

"Come on! Just kill her already! There's two of you and one of her!" the muscular guy who stood by the little girl shouted at his men. That seemed to give them some confidence because they started running at me.

I stayed where I was and when they were a few feet in front of me, I ran. I gained momentum from the ground and kicked up, knocking the guy to my left out, and grabbed the guy to my right by his throat. I flipped over him and locked my legs around his neck, slamming him down to the ground as I fell, a loud crack ringing through the air as I crushed his skull. I winced as I landed on my elbows but quickly got up.

I looked down and saw blood flowing from under my last victim. Breathing heavily, I looked up at the last target in the room and narrowed my eyes as I walked over to him.

"Let the girl go, and you get to live." I warned him.

He just laughed like I just told a funny joke.

"You," he pointed at me. "let me live?" he pointed to himself and laughed again.

"You mean, I might let you live if you leave right now." He retorted, baring his teeth at me. Ooo, scary.

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you." I told him, crouching down. He laughed again. I narrowed my eyes as I wrapped my hand around the hilt of my knife.

"Try me." he growled, showing his rotten teeth. I love dares.

I drew my hand back and threw my knife at him, aiming for his head. I was about to run and rescue the girl but a laugh stopped me.

The big guy was grinning at me, with my knife in his hand, blood running down to his elbow. He looked at his hand and then back at me with wide eyes.

"You cut me." he said, narrowing his eyes and flinging my knife to the side. Aw, boo hoo.

"Suck it up hulk. I'm about to give you more than just a cut." I answered, running towards him. He stayed put and I raised my leg to to knock him out, but he grabbed my leg and slammed me down, knocking the breath out of me. Pain shot up through my back and I gasped for air. I heard a whimper and looked up a little bit to see the little girl crying, panic in her eyes.

I groaned while getting up and put up my fist, positioning myself to fight back. I swung at him and missed, his beefy hand connecting with my face, knocking my backwards.

I stumbled backwards and clutched my jaw while it throbbed. I shook my head and spit to the side, eying the blood on the ground. I caught my breath and watched as muscle man charged after me with a machete. He raised the blade and came down hard, missing as I moved out of the way. With his back towards me, I kicked his back and he shot forward, losing his balance.

I jumped on his back and wrapped my hands around his huge neck, trying to choke him.

"Uhhh, get, off, of ME!" He roared and reached back and grabbed me, flinging me off of his back. I flew into some barrels, and my head bounced on the ground. I winced and touched the back of my head, seeing blood on my hand.

I looked up in time to see the machete and rolled out of the way. He roared because he missed and I sprang up. He turned my way and charged after me again. I felt around my waist for some type of weapon and pulled out a bottle. I didn't have time to see what it was and just sprayed it in the muscle man's eyes.

"AHHHH!!" He screamed, dropping his machete and clawing at his eyes. I looked at the bottle and it read 'Pepper Spray'. How convinient. I dropped to the ground and slid through his legs, over to the machete. I grabbed it and raised it over my head and stabbed him through his meaty back, blood splattering on my face.

He gasped and I pushed him sideways, making him fall in that direction. I gasped for air, my chest getting tighter from the amount of energy I wasted.

"Ew, ahh disgusting." I spit and wiped the blood off of my face.

I hear a cry and ran over to the little girl, taking my knife that I didn't use from my belt and cut her bounds and gags. Once she was free, she wrapped her arms around my neck, still crying. My heart ached for the little girl.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" she cried out. "You saved me.." she whispered the end of her sentence. I smiled at her.

"You're welcome sweetie. What's your name?" I asked her, brushing her blonde wispy's out of her face.

"My name is Karen. What's yours?" she asked, smiling at me. I noticed she was missing a few teeth.

"My name is Terri and I'm gonna get you home safely okay?" I told her, clutching her little hands.

"Okay! I understand. I'm so glad I'm not dead. The bad guys said I'm gonna die. I didn't want to die. But then you came in like wonder woman! She's my favorite superhero!" Karen told me as we walked past all the blood and dead bodies.

We made it to my car and she gave me her address. Once I got her back home, I drove back to mine and went up to my bedroom.

"Ah, fuck." I groaned as I took off my body suit. I faced my body length mirror and saw some purple and black bruises all over my ribs and neck. My back was even worse, it was completely painted purple and black.

"Damn, there is no way I'm going to hide this." I said to myself as I pulled a long t-shirt over my head.

My phone started ringing and I trudged over to it and answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" I answered hoarsely, my throat sore from yelling.

"What the fuck. Did. You. Just. Do?" a deep voice growled into my ear.

My jaw dropped.

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