Another Piece

Chapter 17

I woke up to unstoppable pain, and the groan that emitted was one of utter pain. I felt like I'd been destroyed from the inside out, no part of me had been untouched by either fist, knife, or whip. I barely heard the door open, the stone screeching against the stone floor. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, and if I could've moved at all I would have covered my ears, but all I could do was rock slightly in the metal chair, the rope had rubbed my skin raw. 

I couldn't even muster the strength to look over, and I sat there as my head was lifted and the man forced me to look him in the eyes. My gaze trailed off his and he slapped me, the slap like fire against my already pained skin. Another slap, then another, then a punch. 

"Look. Me. In. The. Eyes." The man snarled. I'd learned to call him Aisteach, Gaelic for 'strange'.

The man was strange. At times he seemed sorry for hurting me, but at others he'd hurt me for no reason. He'd told me twice before that he wanted to break me. He scared me, but sometimes it seemed like he wanted to help me. He had brought me nothing to tend to my wounds, and my shoulder was infected, I was sure. 

The man punched me again, and I looked up, glaring at him, my eyes on his. There was no way this man would break me. I would survive until the others came for me, there was no doubt in my mind that they would come for me. Save me. I saw a black shadow dart across the room, probably my imagination. 

Aisteach glared right back at me, giving me a toothy smile that was more menacing than kind. 

"They still haven't given me what I want. Let me get my supplies." He snarled, before walking out. 

This time, he came back with a gun. 

I stared at him, fear icing my bones and muscles as I watched the hand with the gleaming metal killer in it. My eyes traveled up to his face, and he looked regretful as he turned on the camera. 

"You have not given me what I want. I repeat, Kace Chance, Drake Anz, and Amy Anz, more commonly known as Doctor Anz. I know this will injure you, especially, Doc Anz... You cannot treat an infected injury that is five hundred miles away, can you." He snarled. I paused, he'd just stupidly revealed how far away he was. Wait... five hundred miles. 

I knew there were many places to be, but I knew where we were anyway. We were back in California... This was who the gang had moved away from. A killer, a maniac, another gangster, maybe. 

Aisteach smiled before leveling the gun at me, pointed directly at my head, I closed my eyes, waiting for impending death. Then I realized, I would not be afraid of what had claimed my grandmother. I opened my eyes, aware of the cloak of pain that shrouded my body, and looked Aisteach in the eyes, watching as he pulled the trigger. 

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Unknown P.O.V.

"At the old Bio Hotel, you say? That's where they are. It was abandoned months-" Amy interrupted me, her eyes were panicked and I could see the fear in them. I nodded, gazing at the tablet as I facetimed Amy. 

"Get there quickly, Elisa... He plans to kill Jayden soon." I nodded before hauling my gear on, strapping three knives in different places within my suit, strapping two guns on each side of my hips, slipping rope into one of the many pockets in my suit, followed by pepper spray, a stun gun, and a few more essential items. 

I was out of my house in minutes, into the car and driving to the Bio Hotel as fast as possible. I was there under two minutes. 

There was one man there, I knew. The rest of his gang was tracking down the others, but they were all the way in Texas. They weren't the smartest of people, although they were deadly and menacing. 

I snuck in silently, climbing down a ladder and stopping at the bottom. Anz had told me exactly where he was keeping the poor girl. The cellar. I was told that Anz and Marty Imern were coming to us. I was told to kill the man. 

I heard him saying something... Something about looking him in the eyes. I heard the sound of skin on skin, and knew he was concentrated on poor Jayden. I took the chance to run into the cellar. He'd foolishly kept the door open, which would have been impossible to open by myself. This man was strong, obviously.

I hid in a dark corner and watched as he punched and hit at Jayden, and Jayden glared at him. I was full of admiration for the girl that greatly resembled her Grandmother Birgit. He left the room, but I didn't move, knowing he was coming back. 

He came back in with a gun, and my heart went cold. Anz was right, he was going to do it. 

He turned on the camera, and he was thankfully too focused on the camera and turning it on to notice me being ten feet away. Slowly I crept forward as he gave his speech.

He pointed the gun at Jayden, and I pointed mine at him. I flipped the safety off slowly, and pulled the trigger. The man was on the ground, dead, before he could even fully pull the trigger of his own gun. 

I heard Jayden gasp, she sounded pained. I looked over and truly realized how fatal her injuries were.

There were bright red marks leading up and down her arm, where a huge, swelling mark was on her upper part... looked like a knife wound. I ran forward and untied her, and she fell gratefully into my arms. I heaved her off the chair and she screamed in pain as my hands gripped her back. Instantly I set her on the floor and spun her around, looking at her back. There were bloody marks where the man had whipped her, and bruises where he'd beaten her. 

Oh, God.

"Change of plans... I can't bring her anywhere.." I said to Anz through a walkie talkie, and told her the total amount of injuries Jayden had.

Anz swore before saying, "We're a minute away."

I waited five minutes before I saw Anz, Imern in tow. They rushed to Jayden, and Anz set to work, throwing off Jaydens' tattered clothes. She pulled out a needle and injected Jayden, before she pulled out cloth and other things that would help clean Jaydens' wounds. Anz was gasping as she took in how entirely injured the child was. 

I sighed and went forward and injected Jayden with a sedative. Anz proceeded to clean and dress the wounds... Except the knife wound. 

"Oh no..." Anz said, and I stared at her, confused. 

"What!?"

"The infection... I'm guessing it came in the last six hours. I can fix this..." I looked away as Anz didn't hesitate to cut into the wound again and again, draining her arm of infection. Then stitching it, dressing it afterwards. 

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