Protective Arms (Completed)

29. His Gun

First thing I want to do is go back in time. Worst thing that can happen, pulling up and Athena having a gun pointed at her head is happening right now.

Gaperal is on the radio alerting to what we are seeing first hand for the ones right behind us coming in. Instinct has me jumping out of the car and ducking down behind the door, pulling my weapon and holding it out for fast response, just like in all the training and prior instances like this.

The ride over I had beaten myself up. I should have known, should have listened to how I felt when at the restaurant with the way the girls reacted and how Dason spoke. I am better than this. At least I thought I was and now Athena is in the worst harms way there is possible.

Peaking around the door, I can see Dason has not changed his stance. Athena is look right at where I am.

That's my girl. You know I am here and I promise to get you out of this.

I give her a silent praise, because I am going to do everything I can and get her out of this. Now to just focus and do what I have been trained to do.

"Are you ready?" I whisper to Brit who is next to me by arms length with his truck door.

Brit gives a slight nod and looks back at the scene.

Take a deep breath, I stand up slowly and hold my weapon up pointing right at Dason's head.

"Dason, we have you surrounded. There is no way out of this unless you talk to us." My voice comes out level and strong, even though on the inside I am shaking at the thought of Athena being harmed.

"No, all of you just need to back up and leave. I will just be taking my love with me."

"Taking her where Dason?"

I start the questions. Brit stands and walks up to the side of me with his weapon aimed. We just need to keep him talking and distracted to where some Officers can come up behind him and take him by surprise hopefully.

The air is quiet as Dason stares at us and starting to fidget some. Only hearing the low mumurs of Gaperal on the radio letting it be known to others the stance we are in.

"My house outside of town. If she comes with me now I can make her love me like I love her."

He needs some mental help.

"Okay. If I lower my gun, will you lower yours?"

"No! No. She will leave me."

My eyes dart to Athena's, I can see some unshed tears that hasn't fell from the first ones. Her eyes are trained on me.

"It may make Athena feel better if you lower your gun and not have it pointing at her head. It makes it hard to love someone when their life is in danger." I bargain and grasp at straws here.

Dason shakes his head some.

"He is right Dason. You love her then you wouldn't want to threaten her like this." Brit speaks up.

We watch as Dason's gun starts to lower but then he reposition it back on her temple. Making Athena stay statue still and I can clearly see her breathing hitch as the barrel digs into her skin.

"Talk to me Dason. When did you fall in love with her? What about Bethany?"

"My love here is so cute and mouth watering. After my first love left me, I found Bethany but she doesn't have the right looks or flawless skin."

"You base your love off looks. Ms. Greg has changed hers." Brit points out.

We are playing this to risky for how I would have preferred but we don't have anything else to play.

"I will fix it once I get her home."

Something isn't right. Dason is playing it off like he has a mental issue but it doesn't fit. At the restuarant he was in perfect control.

He knows we are playing him and right now he is playing us right into his trap. If he goes for the mental plead then he won't get as harsh of a sentencing.

I look over to Brit and grimace. The last thing I want is for this to end badly, but we have to get this over with and Athena safe.

"Was that the plan when you got arrested for assault and battery before you were eighteen?"

Dason looks right at me and you can see an evil glint cross before he smirks. Brit sees it as he holds his weapon tighter.

"I have been curious when someone would piece it together, Detective."

"Well we have Dason. So let's be honest here and let Athena go." I pull my hammer back.

"Go for it because you pull your trigger and mine goes off. I will at least be taking her with me to the afterlife, where love can never die or run from me."

"How can she love you when your doing this. Never in the time until you starting threatening did she know someone had been interested in her. Your were still with Bethany. Why not break it off with Bethany and pursue Athena like anyone else would have?" I struggle to keep a level voice.

"Where is the fun in that? Bitches come so much easier when weakened down. It breaks some spirit and once I get my hands on them they will do what I say. My love will be obedient."

"Is that what you done seven years ago? You slipped up though, Dason, the lady was able to escape your hold." Brit digs.

Dason lets out a laugh. "She is lucky she got away and left town or she would have been buried under my house."

"What house Dason? It is not like you can pull these women where Bethany would be." Brit goes in for more.

"I have a house that no one knows about outside of town. Handed down you can call it."

I make a mental note to see who could have left him a house. Who knows if there could be more bodies there or anyone else staying there. My stomach rolls with this.

Officers are slowly closing in from behind Dason but his attention has been kept on Brit and I. I give a small shake of my head to them to stop. Athena still is in to much danger with the gun pressed on her, if the gun was lowered than they could go in with less chance of someone getting hurt.

"Lower the weapon, Dason." I try again, just as Brit cocks his gun.

"Not a chance." Dason smirks and cocks his gun next.

A/N---
Hey Hey Guys!!!

Still got some to go to see how this ends.

Zack caught onto the game that was at play. Did it help or could it make everything worse?

It's at the final stages something has to happen.