We Could Rule

The Team

As I walked down the streets of New York with my food shopping, I wished that I had brought my car. Although the supermarket was only a ten minute walk it took twice as long with heavy bags of food in my arms. I could see my house up ahead like it was calling me towards it. Just as I got onto the street of my house my neighbour decided that now would be a good time to have a chat.

"Bethan! Hello honey, I haven't seen you in a while." It was Sarah, watering her plants in her front garden, and unfortunately, I knew that I'd have to get out of this conversation somehow.

        Sarah was in her early forties and had been married then divorced twice already. She thought that she knew everything after that, giving advice to those around her whether they wanted to hear it or not. Sarah liked to think she was in charge of me, seeing as she was older.

"Oh, hi Sarah. Uh, I've just been a bit busy lately." My arms were beginning to shake."Look, I've got to-"

"You know, just the other day, I had a thought about you. We have a new neighbour moving in soon and apparently he's very handsome, around your age I think-"

"Sarah, I've really got to go but I'll talk to you later."

As I walked away, she leaned over the fence."Just keep that in mind Bethan! You don't want to grow old alone now."

        I restrained myself from snapping back at her, she wasn't worth it. At long last, I made it to the front door, running to the kitchen to placed everything on the counter tops. Next time, I'd get it delivered. My home phone was flashing, showing that I had a message. I pressed the voicemail button, unpacking a few items as I listened.

"Message one, today at twelve pm: I hope you got the stuff I need, if you keep making promises you can't keep, you know where you'll head will end up. End of message.

          I was frozen on the spot. Who the hell was calling me? It had been a male with a very deep voice but I had no clue who he was or what he wanted. The next message was read.

"Message two, today at twelve fifteen pm: We're coming."

         Surely they had the wrong number!? I hadn't gotten into trouble with anyone! What the hell could they mean?

"Message three, twelve seventeen pm: Now."

It was twelve twenty.

          Instantly, I picked up the phone and dialled 911, praying that they'd answer quickly. There were no ringing noises, nothing was out up on the screen. The phone was plugged in, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to read those messages. Digging through my bag, I struggled to find my phone among the mess of random objects in there. Once I found it, I dialled the number again, making my way outside. I fumbled with the keys until I fond the right one, I had no clue what was going on.

        However, my keys weren't able to unlock the door, I tried all of them but I couldn't get out. Had I eaten something bad to make me hallucinate? Running to the back of the house, I tried to get out of the back door but still no luck.

"911, what's your emergency?" The voice startled me until I remembered that I was holding my phone.

"Police, I need the police!" I demanded.

"This is New York Police, please state your emergency."

"Oh thank god! I'm trapped in my house and I don't know why! I came in from shopping and there were these people threatening me and...hello?"

Had the police just hung up on me?

        Now I had no clue what to do. As I was about to try jumping out of one of the windows, there was a loud knock on the door. I didn't dare answer it and tried to open the windows. None of them were unlocked, the key was nowhere to be found. Before I could try anything else, the front door burst open. I let out a scream as I backed into the corner of the room, heavy footsteps heading towards me.

          I peeked between my shaking hands that were covering my face to see two men in all black, aiming guns at me. Cowering, I started begging for mercy, until I heard a chuckle. Looking up again, there was now another man; he was extremely tall and muscly, also padded out in a black uniform with an even bigger gun, his face and bald head covered in scars.

"Where is he?" He asked, walking closer.

         When I didn't answer, he grabbed me and easily lifted me up off of the floor.

"Why has he suddnely taken interest in you? Are you his new toy?"

Stuttering, I sobbed out."W-What are you talking about? I-I don't kn-know anything."

"Oh, so he's trained you, has he? Well," he started to shout,"he should know that we have this whole place surrounded, there's no escape."

"Please, I have nothing to do with this. I don't know what's happening!"

He studied me for a moment before pushing me back into the wall."Stay here. You two get some of the others and search the entire place. Tell the team to keep everyone in the neighbourhood out of the way. If anyone gets too close you know what to do."

       The two henchmen nodded then walked out. I was left with the bald man who started to trash my kitchen. He threw things across the room, plates were smashed and cupboards were torn down from the wall. Meanwhile I was still backed up against the wall praying that they wouldn't hurt me. Someone must have called the police by now; it was a small neighbourhood and drama like this never happened.

"Look at you. Being the good girl for him?" The man said as he walked towards me.

"Please let me go. I don't know who you're after."

"I've got to admit, you almost had me fooled. He's trained you well."

I just sobbed still.

"Oh, shh, don't cry. Here," he raised his gun up to my head,"I'll make all the sadness disappear."

"Sir! We have a problem." One of the henchmen said, making me jump.

"Looks like we'll have to save this for later." The man said to me.

       As they were discussing the problem, a loud bang echoed around the room as on of the henchmen fell to the floor. I screamed and kept on screaming as more shots were fired. We all dropped to the floor, trying to avoid the bullets.

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Someone shouted over the noise.

          More things in my house were being destroyed, men who were filing into the house were being shot at. I curled up into a ball, petrified to even move. Someone grabbed me, making me stand up and a gun was held to my head. We were facing the French doors which now had no glass, but I couldn't see anyone.

"Put your weapons down or I shoot her!" They screamed.

        One more bullet was fired and for a moment I thought I was dead. The person holding me captive collapsed, blood puring out from his body. I ran away from the bodies sprawled across my kitchen and outside into the garden. Freezing, I held my hands up in surrender, not sure who these people were.

         A young woman stepped out from the bushes, also in all black gear, placing her weapon on the floor. She slowly approached me but kept her distance.

"Hey, we're not gonna hurt you. We're the good guys." She started."I know this sounds crazy, but you have to come with us. You can't stay here any longer."

"W-where are you taking me? Who were those people?" I asked, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"I can't answer those questions right now. But I promise you'll be safe with us."

"I-I trust you."