I Promise ♡Pt. 2 You Promised Me♡

Sort Of A Plan

    Jason was starting to worry. He wasn't sure how long they had been where they were, but he knew K.C had been ripped from his side as soon as they got here. He heard screaming every once in a while at the end of the long, dark hallway of the makeshift cell he was in. It was killing him. He had been in this type of situation with her enough times to know it was her that was screaming. Listening to her was torture enough. He yanked on the chains locked around his wrists, hoping by some form they would break and he could save her. He felt the skin breaking, the blood running down his forearms, but he didn't care. The samoan needed to know she was handling herself.   This had been the first time in all their years together they had been split up like this. She was all he had in his darkest times, there was no damn way he was letting her go out like this. K.C always had a plan without realizing she even had one. That's what made her one of the best. He kept pulling and yanking the chains, hoping for some type of movie moment. Like some act of the Gods he could rip the chains free and save the day. He was strong, stronger than most, but not this time. Her screams broke the silence again, he was pretty sure that one was a "fuck you". He couldn't help but smirk, she would hold out until they finished her, it didn't matter what they tried. "That's my girl." He grumbled before yanking the chains again. Finally deciding he needed another plan, he studied where the chains were bolted into the wall. He began to kick at the metal holding the chains to the wall, throwing as much of his weight into it as he possibly could.
      He wasn't sure how much time had went by before he finally broke one of them free. He chuckled, proud of himself before starting on the other one when K.C's screams went silent. Pausing, Jason waited a few moments before he started to panic,  hoping they had just given up for a bit. There were gunshots and a loud bang, lots of thuds and footsteps, keys jingling against the door when the redhead busted through, bloody, cut up, and bruised from head to toe. "Holy shit K.C." She made a face and waved her hand, limping over to him and unlocking the restraints. "How the fuck?" "A master never tells her secrets." She winked, turning to spit blood and handing him the pistol and some mags for it. "Why do I get the gun?" "Because its you're turn, duh." He made a face, unable to ever comprehend how she could be a smartass no matter how shitty she felt. They headed out, hoping to go long enough undetected.
       Luckily for them, everyone ran to where they were and not to where they could be and they were out into the cold woods in no time. "Please tell me we're not in fucking Russia." Jason shrugged, "Sounded more Bulgarian. Are you okay?" She made a face at him and didn't say a word as she took off again. Wanting to get as far away as possible while her adrenaline was still pumping.
       They ran for what felt like miles, to the point Jason was now carrying her on his back and she was trying to stay awake. He finally stopped and sat her down, looking her over with a horrified look. "Baby, we gotta get you to a hospital, now. You've lost too much blood." She was pale now, the cold helping her none as she shivered and looked up at him. "I'm good, just keep me on your back. Find an embassy or a fucking cell phone, liquor, I don't care." He sighed and nodded, knowing a hospital was probably out of the question anyway. A cell phone was also out of the question, he highly doubted there was an embassy anywhere around. The samoan didn't even know where they were, just the middle of the cold ass woods somewhere. He gave her his fatigue jacket, putting her in it and zipping it up before picking her back up. "We're gettin outta this Reap. I owe you that." He knew she was weak now, she always had something to say when he said that.