Deadly Alliance

2- Unexpected

The police got to the house as fast as they could when multiple calls indicated silenced gunshots and screams. Once they got there, they went through with searching the house for any threats. Finding not threats, but 5 bodies. The 3 children in one room and the parents in another. The house was on lockdown as detectives went in and searched for clues with trained eyes. 

Detective Oliver Jones was the head of the search and a humble man. He was great at what he did and loved it. Although he didn't like waking up at 5am. He started in the parents room. A knife in the wife and a bullet in the husband. Another different knife was stuck in the wall as well. An officer came to him from the side.

"We identified the wife as Mary Wright- a local nurse at the hospital. As far as we know, she didn't have anyone on her bad side. Now the husband, Daniel Wright was part of the FBI and Secret Services. He helped take out multiple threats and dangerous people including a group called Blackout. But recently, new people are rebuilding the group to keep killing."

"Who do they kill," Oliver asked.

"Their only targets are those connected to the FBI and Secret Services. This made Danial and his family a perfect target."

"Have we identified the killer?"

"Not yet. This guy's smart." The duo walked up the stairs and into the first room that looked to belong to a little boy. The next was looking to be a middle child. They also saw knives, daggers, and a concealed pistol in a lockbox under the bed. The last room was the one with the bodies. 2 girls and 1 little boy. One body had a stab wound while the others had bullet wounds. Jones kneeled down by the first girl with dark blonde hair. Her wound was on her side and still hot.

Wait...

Jones put 2 fingers against her shirt. The blood was still hot. He turned to the officer behind him. "How long ago did you guys get here?"

"About half an hour. Why."

The blood shouldn't still be warm unless... Jones put this fingers to her neck and checked for a pulse.

"We already checked. Their all dead Detective," the officer said, confused.

"Shhhh. Hold on," Jones said and kept his fingers still.

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"Oh my.... this girl's still alive!"

"What?!" Both were very surprised. Jones didn't hesitate to pick her up and carry her out of the room and down the stairs. Once outside he was greeted by the head officer.

"What do you think you're doing, Jones?! Put her down!"

"Sir, she's still alive, barely. But she won't be if we don't help her." By now an ambulance team took the girl away and we're racing to the hospital to keep her alive. 

"If she makes it, it'll be really helpful to the case."

Jones nodded in agreement before going back into the house.

-At the hospital-

The ambulance stopped at the ER and doctors and nurses rushed to get Peyton to medical attention. Once they got her off the gurney and on a table, they cut her shirt off and looked at the bullet wound. Tubes and breathing masks were strapped to her with heart monitors and IVs as well. The doctors worked on getting the bullet out without causing anymore damage. After a long while of surgery, they got the bullet out of Peytons side and put it into a metal bowl to the side of the table. The doctors and nurses worked to get her pulse faster than it was and her breathing better and fuller. After that, they stitched her up and made sure she was stable and going to heal correctly before putting her in a room to rest.

Currently 1:47pm

Oliver thought he might check on the girl- Peyton Wright. She's definitely going to need some comforting and company during this time. He just got done with eating a late lunch and came upon Peytons room. He opened the door and his eyes got big at how many tubes, cords, needles, and monitors were hooked up to her. A breathing mask was on her face and Jones could see it fog very little whenever she took a breath. The heart monitor was beeping slowly and her eyes were closed in what looked to be pain. Jones took a seat next to her bed.

"Hey Peyton. My name is Oliver Jones. I'm a detective and if you can hear me, I want you to know that I will find out who did this to you and your family. I'm going to help and be with you every step of the way." He spoke softly and took her hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. After a couple of silent seconds went by, a small and almost unnoticeable grip tightened around his hand. Jones saw that Peyton was squeezing his hand weakly which means she could hear him, hopefully.

"I'm here."

Ryan tried to not feel guilty, but sometimes it came through. It was the way that girl looked at him after he killed her siblings. There were so many emotions written on her face- grief, rage, confusion, betrayal...

She's dead now. He thought. It doesn't matter. You can't do anything about it.