Snatched

C.5. My Resuce

"I... I don't understand. Did my... My mother help you?" I ask. My mother? I know my father was not the one he was referencing, but how could he be talking about my mum? She's gone...

"Let's just say," Agent Smith says, disrupting my train of thought, "She was... Very helpful... Now back to my point, we were expecting that you would have learnt from your little encounter with one of them."
"One of 'Them'? Do you... Do you mean the guy in my dream?" I ask softly.

"If you want to think that... then of course!" He replies, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Only now do I notice the hand gun that he himself is now revealing. He raises it to my chest and I am paralysed with fear.

"You could have been on the winning side..." He says bitterly, "Sadly, you blew your chance. It was very hard finding you, but boss always gets his way. Goodbye Miss Dale."

I freeze in fear. My heart lurches and I realise this is the end. I suddenly manage to cower back and raise my frail arms to cover my face.

Realisation hit.

My eyes lock on to my pearly blue bracelet. Time stood still for what seemed like forever, I quickly rip off the bracelet and the pearls spill everywhere. Agent Smith gun droops as he glares at the beads scattering around me. He looks back at me in confusion.

"What have you done" he shouts harshly.

Suddenly, a loud band goes off an I fear it was aimed at me. Luckily it wasn't. Agent Smith looks at me for a blink of an eye then begins to stager then fall forwards, almost taking me with him. This revealed the one who took the shot.

Jack freaking Hunter

The mystery guy. My dream boy. The one that actually exists. My fear crumbles away as I realise that I'm not actually going crazy.

So I'm not insane after all, or is this just my imagination?

I hope not.

Our eyes meet and he relaxes, but he must have remembered we were not alone because he looks to the other 'Agents' and a frown reappears.

"Hide!" Jack yells to me. I run over to the bench beside me and see the Agents point their guns toward the now-smiling Jack.

"You know I'm not gonna' go down that easily." He says, raising his fists and grinning even widder.

I glance back at the fallen Agent Smith and see no blood. I didn't even see a wound. What I could see was a small sort of contraption that clipped onto the Agent's back. It looked like it had a needle that went through the suit. I could see it pulsed with some sort of electricity. That must have been why he passed out.

They weren't going to kill me?

The man directly in front of Jack steps towards him and says something menacing. Jack seems to be taunting him but I am more focused on the man directly behind Jack. He raised his gun to the centre of Jack's back.

"Look out!" I yell. Jack quickly turns towards me, narrowly missing the loud bullet-thing that zipped past his chest. He suddenly punches the Agent square in the face.

All at once, the agents start firing their weapons. Each bullet missing Jack , who starts bounding around throwing punches.

I decide to hide behind a wall next to me so that I don't get hit by any stray bullets.

Suddenly, all the gun shots go quiet and I am left to my thoughts. I slowly look around to see what's going on. Four Agent were lain across the ground in various places. Jack was still fighting the last man with his bare fists.

I notice how different he is from when I first met him. His hair, which was previously combed beautifully, was now messy and unclean. I could see that his eyes were tired and his shoulders were slumped, giving him a worrisome look.

The Agent finally falls flat on his face and everything is quiet. Jack picks up one their guns and shoots him in the back. The contraption leaps out and my theory of a needle was right.

"Summer...?" He asks, looking around for me. I stand away from the wall and he smiles.
"Miss me?" He jokes.

"Not one bit!" I joke back, "But thank goodness you're real."
"What?!" He says happily, "You didn't think anyone could be this handsome? Anyway, let's get out of here."