Once in a Lifetime

The Hostage Situatiom

My eyes widened in fear as a man entered Jimmy's office, the gun in his hand pointed in my direction. He closed the door a little bit, making sure no one could just look in and see him.

"What...what do you want?" I asked nervously, trying to shrink as far as I could into the leather couch. I had never been held at gunpoint before and I was scared to death.

"You are going to be my ticket out of here," he said, yanking me off of the couch, throwing his arm around my neck and dragging me out of the room.

I didn't realize how close Jimmy's office was to the studio, but we never met another person during the short walk to 6B. Behind the curtain, we came across the stage hands, who were shocked to see a man with a gun dragging a girl.

When one of the stage hands come closer to try to help me, the crazy man put his gun to my head. "You take one step closer, and she dies." The stagehand instantly backed up, his hands in the air.

I could see one of the directors with a headset quietly and discreetly informing the others that they had a hostage situation behind the curtain. I began to hope that if there were any, they would get the audience members who were there for rehearsals out of the room.

I didn't get a chance to think any more after that, as the madman started dragging me toward the tall blue curtains that was separating us from the rest of the studio.

He dragged me through the curtain, coming up right behind Jimmy. He aimed his gun upward and squeezed off a round, startling all those in the studio. Jimmy turned, his eyes widening when he saw the chokehold that the madman had on me.

"Ok, so here's how this works. My name is Kyle and you all are my hostages." He pointed to Miles, saying, "You, lock the studio door." Miles did as Kyle said, being careful to not move too quickly. Kyle then put the gun back to my head, turning to look at a now panicking Jimmy Fallon.

"No one say a word or I will shoot, starting with your girl lover boy," Kyle said, dragging me back away from Jimmy's grasp. I could see the others shooting looks between themselves, then looking to Jimmy. I knew they were confused, mainly because Jimmy hadn't had time to tell them about us.

"Please don't hurt her," Jimmy begged quietly, giving me a look. The others remained quiet, watching the exchange.

"What did I tell you?" Kyle screamed, tightening his arm around my neck, effectively cutting off my air supply. I began to gasp for air, clawing at the arm that was hurting me. I began seeing spots and my ears began to rush; I knew I was close to passing out because my body started to slump to the floor, closing my airway even more.

Kyle tossed me to the studio floor, kicking me in the stomach in the process so I would stay down. I was laying on my back on the floor, coughing and gasping from the lack of air I had endured. My stomach was hurting so bad but I couldn't move. All of a sudden, a felt something slam down on my arm, hard, breaking my forearm.

A scream tore from my throat as the pain washed over me, my arm turning shades of blue, black and purple almost instantly. I couldn't move my arm without the intense pain and I was shaking violently. I could see the gunman grinning wickedly as he walked away from me and over toward Jimmy's desk.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Higgins wanting to spring into action to help. I hoped he stayed where he was at because I knew it would just get him hurt in the process.

Miles and Turiq were trying to work out a plan between themselves near the studio doors, but the bastard saw them and shot Miles in the lower leg. Poor Miles went down hard, clutching his leg in pain, Turiq kneeling next to him. I could see Turiq take his jacket off and wrap it around Miles' leg, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Please! Please stop hurting them!" Jimmy begged, drawing Kyle's attention from us and onto him. I knew watching the guy hurt me and Miles was killing Jimmy. I could tell he was protective of his friends.

Next thing I knew I heard a crack and a loud groan. I managed to turn my head slightly without causing me to too much pain. My heart sunk to the floor when I saw Jimmy slumped over his desk, his head bleeding from a cut right above his right eye. He sat up a moment later and gingerly touched his forehead.

I mustarded up as much strength as I could to stand up against the wall near the curtains, the pain in my arm intensifying. I cradled my arm as I looked the guy straight in the eyes and I said, "You bastard!! Why are you doing this?"

Kyle turned back to me, his face breaking out in a sadistic smile. "Because I can you fat bitch," he said as he aimed at me and pulled the trigger.

I staggered a little from the impact of the bullet hitting me. I looked down to see a crimson stain blossoming across my stomach. The pain started to register in my mind as I slid down the wall until I was slumped over on the floor, my good hand pressing down as hard as I could stand against the bullet wound. It was then the pain intensified, like a white hot poker had been jammed into me. My vision began to dim to a pinpoint, my ears rushing. The last thing I heard before I passed out was Jimmy's voice, yelling my name.