Take a bullet for me - A Tns Fanfiction [Complete!]

Payment

Amanda's house

Amanda sat on the little bench just down the road to her house. Joseph was safely tucked in the crook of her arm, whilst her slender fingers dangled over his face. Her little boy kept waving his chubby hands at her fingers, trying to catch them and suck at them, giggling joyously. It was surprising, how much happiness this tiny child could give to her, as all she'd expected was screaming, crying and tantrums. He could get a little... crabby, but at the end of the day he was still her angel.

A few meters down the road, a black car slowed to a halt by the curb. A man got out, flicking his tongue over his lips as he did so. He casually strolled over to the new mother, pausing just to her right.
"Hello, lovely baby you've got there," The man smiled, although it seemed friendly enough, Amanda still pulled Joseph a little closer to her chest. The baby realized that something was wrong, and fell silent, observing what would happen next.
"He is lovely," The long haired woman told the stranger, opting for a safe polite conversation.
"May I hold him?"
"I'd rather you didn't, he doesn't like being held by other people."
"Surely it can't hurt?"
"No thank you, Oh? It's getting colder out here. Me and Joseph are going inside," Amanda asked, trying to hide the panicky tension in her voice.

As she stood up to leave, the man forcefully snatched her arm. The shock of it almost made her drop Joseph, but Amanda shifted her arms so he could remain comfortable. She glared at the man. "Let go of my arm," Commanded the protective mother, her voice smooth yet dangerous.

"Aw, come on Mandy, don't you remember me?"

Amanda felt her blood run cold, and in her stunned moment, the man leapt forward and snatched her baby. Little Joseph began to scream, but his young voice couldn't achieve anything more than to slightly irritate the neighbors. She ran after them, calling for help more and more frantically as they neared the car. The man reached his black car and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. Shortly after, Amanda was also at the car, tugging at the door handle hopelessly, crying out for Joseph, for anyone, someone please to come and stop the kidnapper. The cat started to move, and her fingers slipped from the handle as she was yanked forward. Her right leg crossed paths with the back tyre, and she gasped in pain as the bones in her limb broke.

Agony sharpened her vision, and all she could see as bled onto the black stone, wasn't the footsteps running to help her. It wasn't the faces peering down at her to check if she was alive.

It was that black car. Driving off and taking her son. Her baby. Taken.

Half an hour later. An old shack

Marx leant threateningly against an old wooden wall inside the shack as a black car pulled up outside and 'the boss' got out. Before the masked man had even entered, Marx had drawn his knife.
"Where's my money?"
"I don't have it. Part of the plan fell through," The boss explained, grateful for the voice changer hiding his scared tone.
"What about the girl?"
"Huh?"
"The one in your flat!"
"Oh. I still have her," The boss said, rather stiffly.
"I want her," The one eyed man demanded, as if he was a toddler asking for a new toy to play with. The boss went rigid; reluctant to part with such a precious bargaining tool. After a little while, he went to his car and lifted her motionless body out. Piper's eyelids fluttered slightly, but she didn't stir. He gave his daughter to Marx, who gave the slightest of nods.
"This payment will suffice," He told the masked man, who turned around and went to leave.
"But remember! This is the only time I'll be cheated out of my money!" He growled after the retreating man. The boss simply replied with an okay, and left the building.

As soon as the black Ford focus was out of sight, the one eyed man propped the unconscious girl against one of the walls. The drugs she'd been on had obviously affected her body. Marx pulled out a vial of clear liquid, and tipped it into her slightly open mouth, tilting her head back so she swallowed. During this time, her breathing had strengthened slightly, but it changed to a ragged pattern as she retched onto the dirt floor. Piper's trembling fingers dug into the ground as she tried to remember where she was. Someone had pulled her hair out of her face. Her limbs were shaking from the simple effort of holding herself upright, and an arm encircled her waist to support her. The arm pulled her into a sitting position, her back against their chest. It was a man, the one holding her, and at first she thought it was Finn. No, Finn would ask her if she was alright. This man was strangely silent. Suddenly, Piper felt scared. She started to try and separate herself and the man, but his grip merely tightened upon her. This, in turn, caused her to struggle more, and so it went: the more she struggled, the tighter he held her, until Piper felt that breathing was too difficult, and fell limp.
"Good girl. You see, it isn't so hard, is it?" Marx cooed, and her blood ran cold as she remembered his voice. "Just do as I say, and no one gets hurt. Understood?" He continued, his free hand playing with her hair. Piper nodded slightly.
"Understood?" The one eyed man barked, suddenly yanking on her hair sharply. "Yes," She whispered.

Marx smirked from the driver's seat of his relatively normal silver car. He checked the rear view mirror, where Piper sat, staring dejectedly out of the window as raindrops trickled down the glass pane. "This isn't your fault you know," The man told her, refocusing his eyes on the road.
"You were just unfortunate enough to be born to the wrong parentage," He laughed, and nudged the accelerator so the speedometer turned to a 60. The car drove away, and Piper watched as her hometown vanished on the horizon.

Finn's house

Screaming. It echoed off the walls, bounced against the windows, ricocheted off the doors. Lucie flew at the nearest window, smashing her fists into the glass as she tried to escape. Her father appeared behind her and scooped her up, pinning her arms behind her back as she continued to scream hysterically. Finn couldn't understand what had happened, only that a little girl from her school had gone under the wheels of a bus. His little sister's ginger hair flew around her head as she thrashed in his step dad's arms. The blonde haired boy raised a hand to his face, where blood was welling from when she'd raked her nails across his cheek.
It wasn't the screaming that scared him.
It wasn't the struggle that was occuring in front of him. No, he was used to that.

Because this wasn't the first time it had happened.