Romantic stylez// Jake x Amy

Amy's scream.

The scream echoed. Jake instantly knew that it was Amy's. It was the exact scream from when he once scared her. He knew that scream. His heart pounded.

He sprinted as fast as he could, yelling her name.

"Amy!?"

The hallways began to spin. His heart was racing, feeling it heavily beat against his chest. Ready to rip through.

"Amy!?... Amy!!?"

Every step he took, felt like he was going to tremble onto the floor. His eyes scanned desperately through the hallways. His eyes teared up, everything was now partly blurry.

"Ames!? Please! Where are you!?"

Jake finally came round the corner, skidding to a stop to see a small figure ahead on the floor. He remained holding his gun high, but as he got slightly closer, he realized that it was her.

It was Amy.

He rushed towards her and fell on his knees next to her. He looked at Amy's face, it was still.

"Amy..?" He paused, looking at her "Amy!?"

Jake shook her by the shoulders. He felt something wet and uncomfortable. He raised his right hand.

Blood.

The Red liquid was slowly running down his shakey hands. Her blood. Amy's blood was on his hands. Somewhere it shouldn't be. His heart was now aggressively pounding, hearing the shallow sound in his ears. He looked at Amy's body to find a stab wound on the right of her shoulder.

"Amy, Come on!! Stay with me, Stay with me!"

Warm tears slipped down his nose as little droplets dripped onto her face. He was scared for life. It was a feeling he has never had.

"I wouldn't cry about it, the slut lives." a slithering voice called.

Jake pounced to his feet to the sound. His gun raised high, he turned around to see a figure dressed in all black. His face was covered in a thick black mask which covered the finest details of his face.

"Who the fuck are you!?" yelled jake.

"She lives."

"What the fuck do you mean she lives!? Explain now or so help me I'll be painting this school with your brains!!" He yelled, now raising his gun.

"Check her arm."

Jake hesitated for a moment, not too sure if it was safe to move his eyes away from the figure. But he watched jake and stood very still. He didnt do anything.

Jake then turned around and picked up Amy's arm, to find a needle pierced into her skin.

"It's called barbiturate. A drug so simple to place innocent lives in a temporary coma." the man continues

Jake pulled the needle out of her arm. He desperately shook amy and slapped her in the face.

"It's a shame you think that's going to wake her up" he scoffed

Jake then stood up. Pointing the gun directly to the figure.

"Why!? Why did you drug her!?"

"It's my job."

He then felt someone bat him across the head, making him fall to the floor in pain. His hearing went static and eye sight blurry. He could only see a blurry vision of now more than only one silhouette. Jake desperately tried to get up but couldn't.

"10...10, 10-53.. Ma-.. Man down.. I repeat ma-.. Down"

said jake Into his radio. But his speech was drifting off. So was his surroundings around him. All he could picture was now the darkest colour.