Chris and his team arrived at their destination, which had seemed to be a abandoned orphanage. The place was run down, old, and spooky. Although the team was a bit fidgety, they remained their posture. Together, the were like wild beasts. Ready to attack at any given moment.
"This place gives me the creeps." Paulo shivered, looking around with his pistol in hand. Suddenly, Leo placed his hand out, stopping Chris from walking forward.
"What?" Chris said, a bit impatiently.
"They're approaching us. It's 4 of them." Leo said, his voice firm, cold and serious. Chris looked at Leo, then infront of him into the dark night, where he could make out 4 hooded cloaked figures approaching them.
Chris glared, and awaited as they got closer and closer. Eventually, they were about 6 ft away (CORONA VIRUS— Cough.) The smallest figure walked a inch closer, stepping infront of the others.
"Are you Chris?" Chris rose a brow, his posture firm and tall. "I am. Are you the fella's who sent us that message about Danielle?" He asked. "Actually..." The figure stated, placing their hands on their hood.
She then slid it off. "I'm female." She stated.
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"My name is Crystal. This is Felix, Alex and William." She said, giving a small polite smile. The rest of them took off their hoods.
"Here's all you need to know."
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Danielle's POV:
I had just finished cleaning the broken pieces of the dish. My body was sore and I felt sick.
Why god? Why am I being punished? Is it because I was born? Please, save Elijah and make it all end. Send me a guardian angel to watch over my little Eli.
Standing up, I made my way to a nearby chair, and sat down, laying my head into my hands.
"So. You're back." A voice called out. I looked up to see Johanna. Her eyes were cold, a bandage gently covered her nose. Her eyes held a dangerous glint in them.
"Jackson had sent me to punish you, for your little tantrum." She said. Danielle's eyes widened. "He wouldn't send anyone to punish me... especially not you." Johanna gritted her teeth.
"That's 10 extra punches to the fucking face for talking back to me, slut." With that, she lunged forward and yanked me by my hair. "OUCH! Release me!!!!" I screamed, trying to gain Jackson's attention.
Who would've thought I would actually scream for help, and from jackson. Johanna yanked my towards her and slapped me. "SHUT UP. He's not here. So we get to have some fun. No one is coming to help you bitch." He spat.
"I thought we were friends!!!" I screamed, choking on some sobs. She cackled. "FRIENDS WITH YOU? Oh sweetie, you're so naive..." With that, she yanked me down to the same hallway Jackson had taken me.
I gasped. "PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING, JUST DONT TAKE ME THERE!" I begged. Johanna grinned. "Oh trust me sweetie, I think you'll enjoy what I have in store for you."
With that, she pushed me into the room. I landed on the ground with a heavy thud. She had sat me up with a force that made me really dizzy, sitting me in a chair and tieing me up.
"Now, sweetie. Do you know why I brought you here?" She smiled softly. I shook my head. "L-Look, if you want Jackson you can have him! I want nothing to do with him!" I begged. She glared. "You really think its that easy, huh?..."
"If I cant have him. No one can." She whispered into my ear. "Now pay close attention." She smirked, walking away from me. "Lights on."
When the light turned on. I could feel my heart stop. I couldn't believe my eyes. I wanted to cry but I was in too much shock to.
My baby Elijah was badly beaten. His arms and legs were all purple. So was his face. He had cuts, bruises, gashes and all. He also seemed unconscious.
"Little guy wouldn't stop throwing a fit after he left you, so I was told to give him a little lesson." She grinned, and patted my sweet baby boys head.
"He better be fuckin breathing. He better be breathing you fuckin BITCH." I shouted at her, tears streaming down my face. Johanna just grinned. "Watch your mouth. Your sons life is in my hands."
This made me go silent, and I couldnt help but feel super helpless. I sat there and cried.
"Let the games begin...~"
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CHRIS's POV:
The gang and me were currently on our way to Jackson's current destination. I could feel something bad was happening to Danielle at this moment.
Crystal and the guys decided to help us out, not liking how Jackson treated her. "How much time left?" I asked. Kirsten typed away at his computer. "20 minutes."
Good. I'm coming Danielle. Please, hold out for me. I'm coming my love.
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Nobodies POV:
It had been 15 minutes, and both Danielle and her unconscious son had taken a decent amount of damage. Johanna was like a mad man. She was sweating due to how much strength she had put in her attacks.
Danielle had a bloody broken nose, her body was bloody and cut up, but nothing compared to Elijah's wounds. Elijah didn't even respond. This made Danielle worry. "E-Elijah..." Dani whispered in pain, gasping for air.
"I'm not done with you." Johanna smirked, stepping predatorily towards Danielle. Suddenly, there was a sound of a broken window. Johanna stopped and tensed. "The hell?" Grabbing her gun she marched out the room.
It had been only a few minutes before gunshots were heard. Danielle could only stare at her son, pain searing through her heart from the sight.
Soon the bullets stopped. "CHECK EVERY DOOR." She heard a familiar voice shout. Chris? CHRIS!!!! "CHRIS!!!!!!" She screamed. She heard footsteps charge at the door, and the door bursted open, only to find the one and only standing there in all his might.
"Oh my god... Danielle..." His voice cracked from the sight of her, and he ran towards her, cutting her ropes with a swift motion. "W-Wait! Elijah!!!" Dani bursted into tears. "Where is he?" Chris asked, worried.
Danielle looked infront of her, still crying. Chris followed her gaze, his eyes going wide. "Holy shit..." he muttered, stepping forward to try and shake the poor boy awake.
After some attempts, he stopped. By this point, Dani was slipping in and out of consciousness. "LEO!!!!!" Chris shouted, quickly untieing Elijah's ropes. Leo came charging in, gun in his hand. Once his eyes landed on Danielle then Elijah, he lowered his gun, his blood boiling.
"Take Elijah to the hospital, right now. Take Paulo and Gerald with you."
Before Danielle could fully slip out of consciousness, she heard the words she never wanted to hear.
"Elijah isn't breathing."
