My hero, my lover.

Chapter 20.

Chapter 20-Leather bound woman.
Pushing the slightly rusty door open, Alan held the gun up beside his head in preparation of an attack. He could hear clattering echo around the large warehouse. High shelves made out of iron and thick bits of wood stood as high as the metallic ceiling keeping heavy wooden and cardboard crates held high. Littler boxes sat at the bottom, easily accessible. Alan could see torch lights being shone around on the floor and through the dusty air and high up in the rafters. He stuck to the shadows to prevent from being caught by some sick henchmen. The only thing going through his mind is the thought of his Rebecca, hoping she is safe. He sidestepped along a shelf coming closer to an opening at the end of the towering rows of iron.

He came to the end of the row and waited for the torch light to be shone in a different direction before peering around the edge slowly to prevent any rustling of his clothing or house keys. He saw a bunch of men at the end with the torches and weapons pointing at the floor as the spoke with each other. There must have been about 20 of them. He turned around the corner again and looked up into the rafters and counted the torch lights he could see, 10. And he knew there were more on the floor other than these 20 men he saw. Sighing lightly and silently he put his hand into the back off his trousers and pulled out an attachment to the gun he held tightly in his left hand. He pulled the gun down slightly and used the other hand to twist the attachment on, a silencer was now tightly screwed on the end of the barrel of the gun and Alan was ready for action.

He ran lightly across to the other side of the gap between shelves and pressed himself against it still hiding in the shadows. Shuffling quickly to the other end before he was below the second floor rafters he peered round the end again and saw a man heading his way with a weapon on the ready. Alan sighed preparing himself ready for action.

As the man went to turn around the corner, he had a gun pressed to the temple of his head.
"Make a single sound and I will not hesitate to shoot you. Now where is the girl?" He asked in the most menacing tone he could muster. The man looked Alan in the eye and his own eyes bulged out of his head as he realised that within Alan's eyes that he was not lying.

Stuttering, the man tried to reply. "S-s-she's on t-th-the t-top floor." He managed to say. Alan smiled and pulled the trigger anyway. Silently, without a yelp the man fell to the floor, limp like the puppet strings had been cut off a doll. Proceeding down the side of the isle he saw a flight of metallic stairs leading to the second floor of the warehouse. Stepping as lightly as he could to not make a noise to disrupt any henchmen on their rounds about the warehouse. He came to a door on the side of the walk way. He turned the handle and the door opened. Hoping it didn't squeak, Alan pushed the door open slowly but as if the door sensed is hope the door didn't squeak and he proceeded through the door and found himself outside and on the left side of the warehouse. Closing the door with a little click Alan proceeded down this walkway and came to a man looking over the edge down into a sniper rifle lens and faced away from him. Smirking he walked slowly and cautiously towards him sneaking up behind him and pressing the gun to the back of the man's head. The man slowly backed away from the lens and turned very slowly till the gun was pointing in between his eyes. Gulping rather loudly the man stared down the barrel and then into Alan's eyes.

Smirking Alan slowly brought a single finger up to his lips in a shushing manner and pulled the trigger on the man as he watched his eyes roll to the back of his head and fall backwards off the edge of the building. Alan checked the amount of bullets he had left in the gun. 7, he hoped to god that there wasn't any more than that in the room with her. He turned around and saw a ladder. Smiling he climbed up onto the wavy metallic roof and walked cautiously across it trying to make the least amount of noise possible and saw a sky light poking out the roof and it was ajar slightly.

Stalking towards the open roof window Alan got on his knees and crawled towards it trying to get as close as he could so he could see inside. As he got closer he could see the outline of a woman towering over someone bound to a chair. Rebecca. This woman was wearing nothing but leather. A tight leather top that was a V-neck and showed way too much of her breasts. Then her shorts were leather and were skin tight then her shoes were black leather and up to here knees. She sat leant against a wooden table that held a katana on top of it. She smirked at the distorted form of Rebecca tied to a wooden chair. The thing that held her to tightly to the chair looked to be tie wrap secured tightly to her arms and you can tell she has tried to get out of it as her wrists were bleed profusely. He couldn't see her ankles but he was guessing that they were the same too.

The woman spat on the floor whatever she was chewing and walked towards Rebecca and slapped her around the face.
"You ran away from Ronald! Now he wants to take back what is rightfully his." She spat in her face.
Rebecca spat blood in this woman's face and muttered what she could but it was slightly slurred. "I was never his. I am Alan's."
"Alan's?! He stole you away from him!"
"No Alan was helping me. Getting away from Ronald is what he was helping me with. He's abusive and almost killed me but put me in a coma!" She screamed.
"Well I will finish what he started then. I will kill you and say it was an accident and that Alan killed you so no one else can have you!" She said walking back slightly so she can reach the table scrambling for the katana. Before she could there was a gun shot and a muffled scream. Alan had come through another sky light and came up from behind the woman in leather and shot her knee and held his hand tightly over her lips.

"You dare kill my love I will make it my job to KILL YOUR FAMILY!" he screamed into her ear. Tear's streamed down the woman's face, not through fear but because of the pain shooting through her body as Alan shot more bullets into her back until she was limp in his arms and so he lay her down on the floor and ran towards Rebecca dropping the gun to the floor.

Scrambling in his pocket for the little knife he had in there to cut her free he held onto the cold metal and sliced the plastic away from her skin. She fell forward but wrapped her bloodied arms around Alan's neck weeping uncontrollably. He let her go and held her face and whipped away the falling tears and kissed her passionately.
"I will never let you out of my sight again." He said reassuring her. She continued to cry as he let her go as he went to move the table under the sky light and picked her up and asked her to climb out the roof. She did as asked weakly and with a few attempts but they got out and was heading home tired and covered in lots of blood.