The Bodyguard (5sos)

Chapter 23

Maeve POV

The soft sobs from Calum fill my ears. I know he is in pain, and he is scared for his life. I would be too if I were in his situation. Michael and Luke are no where to be seen. My hands are starting to sweat and I can feel anxiety starting to kick in.

"Do you think M-Mikey and Luke and A-Ash are okay?" Calum asks with a shaky voice.

I don't want to answer that. As much as I would like to say yes, that everything will be fine, I cannot promise that. There is nothing good I can say in response.

"We will find them. I promise we will."

Calum nods and wipes his tears. He clears his throat. I can tell that he is not happy with my answer, but at this point, I cannot guaranty that they are alive. The chocolate brown eyes that Calum has close as he winces after touching his head. There is a small gash there, but it is nothing too serious. 

"Let's go back to Ashton's room. He'll be there. You'll stay there, you'll be safe there. I promise I will be safe." 

Calum nods. He doesn't want to speak; Calum's emotions are getting to him. 

We walk side by side along the hallways. The white walls are stained with blood and the blue floors are littered with bullet casings. A metallic sent hits our faces as we continue our walk, the scent of blood. I'm used to it, Calum is not. His soft whimpers are the only sounds I can hear. We come across a corner that we have to turn. I push Calum behind me softly with the barrel of my gun. He presses flat against the wall. I stick the barrel of my gun out in front of me, and turn the corner. My eyes scan the hall to make sure there are no threats. When I am confident that we are alone, I motion Calum forward.

There is a body laying on the ground. The man could not be more than twenty five years old. A pistol is sat in the holster against his hip. An Ak-47 is strewn across his stomach. I know that Calum does not want to touch a gun, but still, I have to hand him the hand gun that I have. It doesn't have that much kickback so he should be fine with it. I lean down and strap the Ak-47 on my back (making sure the safety is on of course). I slip the pistol into my hand, trying to figure out how it works; it seems simple enough. I assume it doesn't have that much kickback, so that is a good thing I guess. 

I stand up from my current position and motion Calum to walk along with me. The soft sounds of our feet on the floor are the only sounds. After what seems like a decade, we make it back to Ashton's room. 

The heart rate monitor is beeping fast, indicating that his heart is racing. Ash is sat up in his bed, obviously in pain, and his eyes are wide. I hear him sigh when he realizes that Cal and I are okay. His words come out very rushed and I do not understand him the first time he speaks. 

"Are Michael and Luke... Okay?" 

A sigh escapes my lips. "In all honesty, I do not know. But I will find them, I promise you, I will." I assure Ashton. 

He nods, but still looks panicked. Ashton reaches toward Calum, and I let the boys have their little moment. They hold an embrace for a couple of seconds, talking in hushed whispers. They hug again and I swear I can see their eyes shining with tears. 

"Cover your ears." I say sternly. 

Both of them look at me like I'm crazy. "I want to test the gun, just do it."

BANG! 

The gun seems alright to use. Upon further inspection, it has a fleur-de-lis on the side. A gang symbol of some sort. Symbolizes the team that they are on. It isn't much, but it is a start to finding them. 

"Maeve, Mike and Luke have tracking devices on their phones. Would that help you any?" Calum asks softly. 

-//-

The car speed along the smooth deserted highway, easily going at least thirty miles over the speed limit. My phone is on, giving me directions to Michael's phone. It tells me to take the next exit, and I am forced to cut across four lanes to make it. The car enters a little town; it is almost like a ghost town because there are no signs of life. I am on high alert as the car sputters through the town. 

I skid to a stop in front of a small bar. According to my phone, this is where Michael's phone is. I'm surprised that the 'kidnapers' forgot to take his phone off of him. The safety to my pistol is clicked off, but I keep it concealed for the time being. 

The bar is deserted, just like the rest of this ghost town. Music is being played much to loud, and the wall of booze is clearly displayed and lit up. A sole bartender stands cleaning the bar. 

"May I help you miss?" He asks. 

I shrug. "Can you let me in the back?" I ask sweetly. 

"I'm afraid I cannot do that. Only employees are aloud in the back of the bar. Could I interest you in a drink or maybe an appetizer?" 

"I'm afraid that I don't want a drink." I say casually, taking out my pistol making sure that he sees it. "Are you sure that I can't get into the back?" 

His eyes lock on the pistol. "Why of course, excuse me. Follow me right this way."

HEY Y'ALL!! I am currently writing during school, whoops. Its a little shorter, but tell me what you think. 

Alacazzam