Jett

19 (Part 1)

You guys have no idea how many times I rewrote this chapter because it just wasn't working out the way I wanted it to. But here it is, still not exactly how I would like it to be but it's decent. Unedited, as always. I had to split it into two parts because it's almost four thousand words long which is probably the longest chapter in this story so far. 

The doors swung open to reveal an alleyway, something so stereotypical that Kayden almost wanted to laugh. It was as if criminals had no sense of imagination what so ever. Or maybe it was just that they took whatever worked and ran with it. Why fix what's not broken?

The concrete area between the club and the grimy brick wall of the building beside it was dimly lit. It looked like the kind of place Batman's parents were murdered in. Which really wasn't a helpful comparison when taking into account the fact that Jazz and Jinx were lying on the floor seemingly— well, hopefully— asleep.

Jett seemed to notice them about the same time that he had. He watched her whole body stiffen as she took in her friends lying in an unmoving and seemingly unbreathing mess. She was so distracted with digging her finger nails tightly into the soft skin of her palm that she didn't react quickly enough when someone's arm came swinging at her throat. Kayden couldn't quite see where they had hit her from his standing point behind her but it must have been her throat judging from the way she suddenly started coughing and gasping for air.

Forgetting his own temporary predicament Kayden jolted forwards to help, uncomfortable with the way his stomach did a flip the moment Jett doubled over.

Though, his actions were quickly stopped by Shanks's strong iron hold on him.

"Going somewhere?" Shanks questioned teasingly as he tightened the arm he had coiled around Kayden's throat as he half dragged him into the alleyway as well.

Kayden watched drowsily as Jett's wrists were bound with rope, though he couldn't really pay too much attention as his body was far too engrossed in trying to keep itself alive. It seemed that with every step they took Shanks clenched just a little tighter. Kayden's throat had begun to burn and his eyes reflexively stung a little. His body wanted so badly to be filled with air that he didn't even care about how pathetically he was gasping for it. He barely even noticed. It was a weird feeling to have your entire being so focused on one task. Especially when that one task wasn't coming easily. His body knew exactly what it was trying to do but it just couldn't do it. His oxygen lacking mind had begun to descend into hysterics as dark spots started to blotch his vision.

All he could think on repeat was 'I'm going to die, I'm going to fucking die.'

Shanks seemed to get some perverted pleasure out of it because he chuckled heartily before loosening his arm enough to unclog Kayden's windpipe.

Kayden coughed unceremoniously as his lungs filled themselves up greedily. As soon as he could form a coherent thought he took a second to spit out a strangled "fuck you," to Shanks.

"Careful," Shanks threatened, motioning towards Kayden's head with his gun. "Wouldn't want my finger to... slip—"

A shot rang loudly throughout the room and reflexively Kayden flinched away, his eyes closing while he waited for some sort of pain.

'There is supposed to be pain, right? Or would I just die instantaneously without feeling anything?'

The sound was so close to his ear that he was worried he might have gone deaf.

'Not that that would be my biggest problem when I'm dead.'

Though when he didn't feel anything he opened his eyes hesitantly, ignoring the ringing in his ears only to find the gun just in front of his face and pointing towards a newly formed dent in the brick wall to his right.