Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 31- Run

A knock on the door makes my heart jump, but I don't let go of Jordan. I only lean back slightly, wrapping our fingers together. Jordan stares at the door for a moment, then back at me. "When is Percy coming home?" he asks calmly, like nothing is wrong. That, in fact, would be the opposite. "Not for two hours." I whisper, a strange sort of acceptance coming over me. There is no one who could or would be outside that door this early in the morning. Except...well, you know who. I know exactly who's behind that door. So I wipe the tears off my face and stand up, straightening my shirt. He looks at me for a moment, eyes swimming with all sorts of emotions. I feel like my heart is being crushed. Like despair and hurt is all I will ever feel from here on out. And that's very possible, where I'm going. There is nothing we can do to stop them. He won't be alone, and he'll probably be armed. There are no exits except that door, unless we want to jump out the 50 story window. He'd break in before the cops could get here. So I take a deep breath, understanding and accepting my fate. Jordan clears his throat, the air heavy with silence, and the knowledge that we can't stop what's coming. The knowledge that these are our last moments together.

"I'll get it." Jordan says coolly, eyes seeming to search my face like they're looking for a solution, but can't find any. He takes a step towards the door, almost tearing himself away from me. But I know how he feels. There's no point in waiting for them to come to us. I don't want to spend our last minutes crying and pouting. I want to go out strong, so that it is his last memory of me. "No." I say, my voice surprisingly strong and determined. But, you know, some people wake up in the face of danger. I guess I'm one of those people. He stops, looking at me. "I love you. And I'm sorry." He whispers, and opens the door. I can't stop my heart from pounding as he lets it swing open. I'm afraid. I don't want to leave him. But I have to be like steel. So I lock away my heart, harden my face, and become something else.

*Jordan's POV*

The first sound I hear is the click of a gun. Surprisingly, my heart doesn't pound. It's almost as if it has disappeared. As if it's anticipating the pain and emptiness to come. I look at the pale man in the doorway calmly "Steven." I say, blinking once. "You've been expecting me?" he replies, voice steely smooth, with an unmistakable air of genius. I nod calmly, though my mind might be racing. She's always called me Superman. Now is my chance to be that for her. For real this time. I don't move an inch from the center of the doorway. "Where's the girl?" is his next question. As he speaks, I feel no fear. I can only feel the steady creep of hatred and anger that inches up my spine. It isn't fair, what he's doing. He's taking her from me. My everything- he's stealing it away. "Her name is Ali." I say, my voice growing cold. Growing angry; forever resentful of what he's done to me. This isn't a petty childhood feud anymore. He is ruining my everything. My life. And worse, he's ruining her. I don't even allow myself to consider what might happen to her if they take her. And they will. But I'm going to make sure it's done over my body. My lifeless body. He stares at me for a moment, face hardening. "Move." He commands, voice stern, almost like he's scolding a child. My eyes flare, and I place my hands on the sides of the doorway, bracing. "No." I reply, almost in a low growl. The anger has crept now into my heart, seeming to twist and writhe like a serpent, only held in check by Ali's eyes on my back. "I will kill you." He says, lowering his voice to what is supposed to be a menacing threat. But that doesn't matter to me anymore. "Do it." I growl, staring him in the eyes. Because I will not go out without a fight. I will not go down easily. "I will." He says, leaning closer. "Then why don't you? It's what you want, isn't it?" I say, purposely prodding him. I know there's a chance that Ali could live through this. But it's slim. And if she goes, I'd rather go now. Almost like suicide. But not quite. I stand still. "Losing her would hurt you more." He says, our toes almost touching, and the tension so tangible it could be cut with scissors.

*Ali's POV*

I can only watch him, eyes wide. Not in fear for myself, oh no. Fear that they'll kill him. Because if that happens, I'm really done. As long as he's alive, I have something to fight for. But the second his heart stops beating...so does mine. And I'd prefer that neither of those things happened. I know I can't make him let them take me, as much as I may want to. I know that the longer he resists, the greater the chance they'll hurt him gets. But I can't stop him. "Then why in the hell would I move?" Jordan half-shouts, voice rumbling with a seemingly uncontrollable anger. I don't know how he contains it. Steven's vivid green eyes scan past Jordan's shoulder, quickly locking on me. "I don't have time for this." He says. I see the hand motion he makes before Jordan does. "Jordan!" I yell, hoping to warn him. But it's too late. Steven brings the gun up sharply, and it cracks down on Jordan's nose, knocking him backwards. Joey rushes forward from behind. Jordan yells "Run!" as he scrambles up, landing a solid punch in Steven's gut. But Joey's on him, tackling him to the ground. There is nowhere to run. A cold horror creeps up my throat as he punches him, again and again. Jordan's head snaps back with a nasty sounding crack, and he goes limp. "No!" I scream, running forward. I can't let them hurt him. I don't think he's dead. But he's definitely unconscious. Steven runs at me, catching me by my arms and yanking them behind me violently. My shoulders explode in pain and I cry out, sinking to me knees. I want to fight; oh I want to. But it's then that my brain starts to work.

My heart pounds in shock and pain and fear. Jordan lies on the wood floor, blood seeping from his nose and cuts on his face, dead to the world. But I can see his chest rise up and down slowly, and that gives me hope. They'll leave him alone, as long as he's down. But I yearn to run to him, to help him, to kiss him. Only one problem: I'm pinned. Joey's helping Steven in the next instant, taking my other arm, and alleviating some of the pressure on my shoulders. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, gasping for air. I should cry, I should scream. But I know that won't do me any good. These walls are soundproof. And, I should conserve my strength. Getting beat up before the torture starts isn't going to help. So I stay silent, accepting the pain, which I hardly feel anyway, what with the adrenaline pumping through my veins in a bounding pulse. They yank me to my feet, fingernails digging into my skin. I refuse to whimper in pain. My eyes start to flit around; to Jordan, to the phone. But I can't do anything. It infuriates me to no end. Steven chuckles coldly, assuredly. I glare at the wall, unable to see his face. This is his fault. And I will never stop hating him for it.

A/N: Ok not quite as soul breaking as I had anticipated...no worries there's more to come. I'll be sleeping with one eye open! Because I have no doubt that a few of you will try to murder me for this. Haha thanks for reading, drop a comment for the next chapter!

-Argo

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