I'd Kill to Keep You

Chapter three

(Picture of Accalia and James)

Before I know it, the shooter is practically dragging James out from under the table. He's yelling at James, clearly furious and a little unstable. Whatever James did, it really affected this man. Tears ran down my face as I was dragged out from under the table as well, a gun pointed at my head by another shooter, this one clearly the leader.

"One wrong move, and I'll shoot." He said, his voiced laced with anger, pain, and hate. I nodded my head, looking over at James. Blood was dripping from his mouth, and his cheek had already begun to bruise. The man on top of him was insane. He just kept hitting James, his eyes void of any emotion. He was mumbling something incoherent.

James looked terrible, and I wouldn't be surprised if he passed out soon. He hasn't done anything. Hasn't fought back, hasn't yelled, hasn't asked for it to stop. He just lays there and takes it. A tear slipped down my cheek, and suddenly a burst of energy hit me. I sprung into action, kicking and punching the man on James. My courage died out somewhat fast, because in a matter of seconds the man with a gun aimed at me moved, quickly grabbing me and holding me in a headlock. I tried to fight but I was easily overpowered by him. He placed his gun to my head and whispered "I'd be careful if I were you, it doesn't take much for me to kill you, and that would be a shame."

I looked back at James and the man on top of him, who had blood dripping from his nose. I'm guessing I hit him pretty hard. James on the other hand, looked barely conscious. He looked in my direction, and when he saw me in a headlock, he started fighting, even though it did no good.

"Let her go, you son of a bitch! She didn't do anything wrong, let her go!" He hissed, which seemed to piss off the man holding me. His grip around my neck tightened and my hands found their way to his arm, trying to loosen the pressure around my neck. More tears formed in my eyes as I mouthed I love you to James. He nodded and with a final punch, he was knocked out. The man on top of him got up, wiping the blood from his nose, wincing, and then pulled out his gun and aimed it at James. My heart dropped. I freaked.

I thrashed around, screaming and doing anything I could to get out of the other man's grip. It didn't matter if he had a gun anymore, I didn't care. I was not going to let James die like that. I kicked, bit, punched, and did everything I could, and it didn't take long for his grip to loosen. I ran to James, throwing myself over top of him. I prayed that the man wouldn't shoot.

"DONT shoot, Issac" Max's voice echoed from across the cafeteria. I honestly forgot about him after everything that's happened. He must have been watching the other kids who were lined up against the wall.

"Why shouldn't I, huh? This bitch probably broke my nose when she attacked me. She deserves to die, along with the man she clearly loves." As he said that, he squatted down and placed the gun against my forehead. My heart was practically beating out of my chest, and he smirked. "Little scared, are we?" I cried silent tears as my hands found their way into James's.

"Wait Issac. I have better plans." The man who had me in a headlock said. He smirked at me as he got off the ground, the look on his face was sadistic and totally insane. Fear crept up inside me, and panic set in once again. I began to breathe heavy, and I closed my eyes as he walked closer. My hand tightened around the hand of James, who is still unconscious. I sat next to him. Please let us go quick. I thought to myself.

"Bring them with us. I've got plans for her." His sadistic smile returned and I glared at him. Quicker than I expected, he had me pinned on the ground, and he was choking me. "Sweet dreams, darling" he whispered as the world faded to blackness.