Last Chance

FBI

Ashley's P.O.V

Well, everything became way more awkward and weird since Maxtrell arrived. Between us I mean. We never really did get along much. We barely talked, and the only two things we had in common were Asia, and similar taste in music. He finally fell unconscious after about three hours. The whole damn time he was up he just started at me horrified. After about an hour of that I screamed, "Like what you see asshole? I think I'm pretty damn beautiful too, but sheesh will you stop staring? I'll tell Asia once we get out of here." Max got a horrified look, almost kind of gagged actually. I mean I know these burns must look hideous, burns that will always remain scars. Something I know all to well.

You see, this whole being tortured thing isn't new to me. I know it all to well since the time I was young. About three years old maybe. There was a kid who lived next door to me, in the old house. He used to drag me around with a rope tied to my neck. He used to handcuff me to a pole and bring sharp knives to my throat. You see at this age I didn't know what was really going on. I just knew that I was scared.

This one time he found a match, and guess what he did? He tried to of course light me and my best friend at the time on fire. He had my brother who was not much older than me help him. My brother didn't know what was going on either. Too young. Luckily I knocked him off of her in time, and I was a fast little runner.

There were many other times where the kid had tried to make attempts on my life. So many in fact I lost count a long long time before I reached five years old. He tried many ways, drowning me, stabbing me, and many more.

Funny thing is the kids name was Danny. The thing I won't forget is I have always been a fighter. Even without knowing that I could die, and what was going on I fought to stay alive. I had always managed to slip off the hand cuffs, kick him and push the knife away from me, untie the rope from my neck, and manage to swim away down and away from where he would hover over me in the water.

I will not die without a fight. I will make it through this. And just like before I will not let a friend of mine die.

I snapped out of my little flashback, when Maxtrell jolted awake from his slumber.

"So, sleeping beauty is finally awake?" I uttered, my voice scratchy and raw from lack of fluids. After he didn't say anything I asked the two things that had been killing me most. "Hey Max, how are Asia and Zach doing?" The image of the two's bodies from that night flashed into my head. My heart breaking, and falling into the empty shattered pit. A pile of broken fragments waiting for some day to be glued back together with time.

He was silent for a second. Finally, managing to softly say, "They're okay. Just worry about yourself."

My heart felt a tad bit lighter upon hearing those words.

Daniel's P.O.V

Oh great another fucking captive! That's all we need Lewis. Another Fucking captive. All well. I don't owe anything to this boy. He has done nothing for me like the Sly Bitch Fox has. Which reminds me...it's time for another dose of medicine. Lewis had been gone a while, don't know where he went, didn't really care. I grabbed the needles and burn cream and headed down the stairs.

The light shone brightly into the basement and it was an awkward quiet as I approached the sly bitch fox. She looked thinner then how she was when we first got her. Her bones stuck out a bit, the burns still looked bad, but I was doing everything I could to keep her alive. I didn't need one of our hostages dying. Lewis would flip shit if something like that were to happen. Who was I kidding. He got mad at every single little thing. He got mad at the whole fucking world. We weren't the best pair, me wanting to burn shit and him wanting to abuse things, but it worked somehow, someway. I just had to make sure this girl didn't turn me into a softie. Was I turning into a softie? Giving her healing cream and feedin' her?