The Girl he Wants

55- R.I.P. Elizabeth Arrington.

RECAP: Elizabeth and Asher find out what the men are planning as they climb the staircase. Mr. Gaz confides in Ruth that it has been four hours since Elizabeth and Asher have left to see Jay, but Ruth refuses to think they are in trouble again. Then, as Asher tries to save Elizabeth, he finds himself losing the only grip he had on making it out of the situation alive.

***ELIZABETH'S P.O.V***

   "No! Asher! No!" Elizabeth sprints to see if he is okay, but the man grabs her by her throat before she can see over the railing.

   Elizabeth's heart has stopped beating. Her legs have given out, and the man is holding her weakening body up. Her veins are done pumping blood and her organs have quit on her. She finds out that even her brain has stopped processing things because before she realizes it she is on the roof, standing underneath a vast, murky night sky. There isn't a single star above. There isn't a sliver of a moon or a trace of the sun. The ominous darkness is as black as her soul is right now. 

   "Now, I'm going to do what I should've done five hours ago." The man has a firm grip on the back of her neck as he shoves her forwards, toward the edge of the old hotel building. Elizabeth stumbles, falters, and nearly trips over her own feet, but one thing she doesn't do is fight back. Sadly, she can't.

   All the adrenaline has left her body, leaving only a tired feeling behind, and with none of her body parts working, especially her heart, she could care less about her well being. Asher is dead. The person she considered spending forever with has died because of her. Has fallen to his death because he chose to try and save her, and she couldn't do anything to help him.

   Her weak arms failed her. Her ribs ached too much. Her bloody hands slipped and slid. Her heart had turned and twisted. Her body shook and she was just too damned weak to save him when he needed her the most.

   But none of that matters now.

   Groggily, she continues being dragged toward the edge.

   Realistically, she has no chance of escape.

   Even if she did find an ounce of strength to elbow him in the face and run away, the only place she could run is back to the gun. And once she got a hold of it--if she could--how the hell would she be able to pull the trigger? Her hands are all bloody and none of her limbs seem to be functioning.

   She has no chance of escape.

   R.I.P. Elizabeth Arrington.

***ASHER'S P.O.V***

   Fuck.

   The man stabs his hand and he is forced to let go.

   Damn.

    He tries to grab onto the closest railing but misses by centimeters.

   Shit.

   Another floor passes, and he still has no grip on anything.

   Son of a bitch.

  The next floor flies by in a flash, and he has no time to grab on to the railing.

   CLUNK.

   Finally, his left hand catches a hold of the next railing, halting his fall within seconds. His shoulder pops out of its socket and his wrist dislocates, but anything is better than falling ten floors to his death.

   Asher shuts his eyes and sends a prayer up as he tries to lift himself up by his one hand. To his dismay and disappointment, he is let down by his aching limb and curses under his breath. "Oh, God..."