A Smile That Could Kill.

Chapter 8

* Blake's POV*

I looked at Mason, smiling. That boy must be so happy he's gone. I looked at his face. He wasn't smiling, but tears were streaming down his face. I stopped and saw him looking back at the building. Nothin was there, what's wrong? I thought to myself. I sat there in confusion before right in front of me. Mason bolted back into the building. Itwasn;t for a few seconds that i realized what had happened. It wasn't until Brooke choked back a scream and true terror was in her eyes, that i realized he wasn't looking at something. But someone. On the end of a rope. On their last life. And with that I bolted in right after Mason. Brooke screaming behind me.

*Mason's POV*

I had just bolted, not caring who saw me or my tears,Who I ran into. All I knew was that no one was goiing to stop me.

The elevator was open but I wasn't ging to take my chances. The security guard caught me runnin and yelled " Hey what are you doing?!?" I complelelty ignored him and raced up the 10 staircases. Not losing my energy but gaining stamina. I ran down the hallway and looked for hall 200. I had found it. Security was right behind me, he had just ran up the stairs losing energy as he went. I had found 230 in an instant. John Tartel was printed on the door. More tears burst from my eyes, as I kicked the door. In that few kicks before it fell down I wondered. What happens if this time, I wasn;t fast enough. That i didn't save him. What happens if this time John had died? The door fell down and right infront of me was John, no color in his face. No chest movements, no usual smile. But hangign limply, before I ran to his safety lifting up his 170lb body me being only 146lbs both of us 16. I didn;t care how much he weighed. I wouldn't let this decide between life and death for John Tartel. I pulled pout my swicth blade and cut that rope like butter. He fell into my arms and I caught him. Right behind me stood, Blake, Brooke, and of course the security guard. Blake pulled out his phone along with brooke and called 9-1-1. They screamed into the phone, less than minutes. They were here. We just had to get down stairs. This time I had to use all of my strength, carry him down the stairs. But we all knew I couldn't do that. The security guard cou;dn't do it either, he had hurt his back a while ago. It had to be me but right bhind me, Blake grabbed John. With all his muscle and might he ran down the stairs, me racing behind him.

We had got him to the ambulance and quickly put him on the hostpital stretcher. The look in the eyes of the paramedic was aready despair. Knowing he probably couldn't survive. I jumped in the back of the ambualnce along with Blake and Brooke and we sped to the hospital. This time it had to work, tears were streaming form all 3 of our eyes now. Brooke cried into Blakes shoulder, and I cried into my hands. It wasn't until Blake had pulled me into their little cry hug, before I realized. They are my family.