first of all this is not mine is of katie4cheer but I dedicated this post to rubberduck2 and 7thGradeGenius they read all the story that I post this is for you!

The door slams open and reveals a Racketeer gangster carrying Courtney’s limp body in his arms. Bruises spotted her arms, legs, and even her face. Another gangster steps out of the room with a thick, wooden baseball bat in his hands. He swings the baseball bat in large arcs and winks at Duncan. He almost puked due to the queasy feeling in his stomach he got when he thought of what they did to Courtney.

The Racketeer places Courtney on the floor seterusnya to Duncan, cuffing her to the same metal bar as Duncan. The accomplice walks off and Jared walks up to Duncan. “I decided to let her be sejak you. But don’t get any funny ideas. She’s so sore that she’ll probably break out in screams again if anda even touch her,” he warns with a sick smirk on his face.

“Well, are anda getting the ransom? Are anda getting the fucking money now? Are anda happy now?!” Duncan practically spits, anger bubbling up in his chest. He could see Courtney’s beaten, bruised, unconscious body crumpled up seterusnya to him out of the corner of his eye.

“Actually, no. We only got the answering machine of their house. So we just left a message. We’ll doubtfully get the Rawak money, since I never left an address atau phone number, so oh well. It’ll just freak out her parents,” Jared exclaims, throwing his head bag and laughing.

“You a sick bastard,” Duncan snaps. Jared immediately stops laughing to kick Duncan in the side. He winces, but returns his sizzling gaze on Jared. “You won’t get away with this.”

“Oh, yes I will. Let’s see: Who’s the person trapped to a ladder with their half-dead girlfriend passed out seterusnya to them? Oh. Right. That’s you!” Jared cries enthusiastically.

“For now,” Duncan threatens.

“I’d like to see anda try,” Jared balas and walks away, slamming a thick metal door shut behind him as he walks into his office. Suddenly, harsh tapping echoed throughout the warehouse. Luckily, nobody else was in the huge concrete storage room besides Duncan and Courtney because when Duncan looked up, he saw Damien.

Damien was looking through a window high up on the wall. The window was so high it was practically a skylight. Damien cracks open the window and hisses, “Duncan!” even though he already had his attention.

“What?” Duncan hisses back. He quickly scans the area for any Racketeer gangsters, but there weren’t any. He turns his head towards Damien again just in time to catch the paper airplane flying his way. It was a bit immature, but there was no other way to send the letter.

Duncan impatiently tries to unfold the paper, and he reads the note, which said: ‘D -- Log kabin guys r coming 7 w/ back-up. B prepared, & I’ll BRB. Eat this note -- D.’

Duncan turns his head to Damien and gives him a look like, What the hell? There was no way Duncan was going to eat paper. But it was truly the only way to destroy the evidence. Damien shrugged, and, having no way out of it, Duncan stuffed the paper in his mouth. The window closed as Damien left, and Duncan waited for practically 5 minit for his spit to soften the paper. He gulped, and the wad of paper fell like a rock into his stomach. Duncan nearly gagged, except he’d eaten worse.

When he looked down at Courtney, he noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. Her face was still calm, but she was starting to wake up, since her body was starting to notice the pain again. Duncan wiped her tears away with his thumb, but it only caused her to shudder.

Fuck, Duncan thinks, Of course her cheeks are bruised. Why can’t I do anything right?

Her eyelashes flutter open and a low moan escapes her throat. Duncan had heard that moan in his dreams… his, rather, perverted dreams. Why, oh, why did Princess have to moan like that when she was in pain? Why not when I’m Ciuman her? Duncan demands.

“I’m so sorry, Princess,” Duncan tells her. Then he leans down, close to her ear, and whispers, “Help is coming in an hour. Just wait until then, and you’ll get better. I promise you.”

Courtney nods, even though she winces at the effort. She drags herself seterusnya to Duncan and lays her head on his muscular upper arm. Duncan, terrified to move, just lays there with her hair spilling over his arm for the seterusnya forty minutes.

After that long of laying there, Courtney finally fell asleep again. Duncan was nervously looking around, excitement buzzing though his veins. When was Damien going to be here? And who is his “back-up”? His foot tapped anxiously as he watched Racketeers walk around the warehouse at a normal pace. Obviously they hadn’t found out about the invasion at 7p.m.

When time slowly ticked down to three minit left, Duncan meticulously counted the saat in his head. He had to know if Damien was late, which would signal a change of plans atau an emergency. But just then, Jared started walking towards Duncan with a smirk on his face.

Jared pulls a shiny silver key out of his jaket and bends down to unlock Courtney’s handcuffs. Once the click was heard in the lock, Duncan whips his hand out and grabs Jared’s wrist in a vise-like grip. The key drops to the floor in a clatter. “What are anda doing?” Duncan demands. Jared couldn’t take Princess. No. Not yet. Not when we’re this close to freedom.

“Don’t worry, Dunky, I’ll take care of your little girlfriend. Just calm down.”

“Like hell I’ll calm down!” Duncan snaps, “Next time I see her, she’ll probably be dead! No. She’s staying right here. You’ve done enough.”

“I’m afraid you’re not one to make the decisions, Duncan.” Suddenly, somebody from behind Duncan grabs his arms and holds him down while Jared un-cuffs Courtney and picks her up. Jared smirks at him and backs a distance away. The gangster holding Duncan down lets him go and runs off before Duncan can spin around and beat him up one-handed.

Duncan hops up and lunges for Jared, who was just a finger’s length away. Duncan felt as if the handcuffs would rip his hand from his arm, but he still pulled with all his might. “I hate you!” Duncan shouts at Jared, “I’m going to kill you! You’re fucking dead to me!”

Jared just winks and carries Courtney into his office. The bolt of the door was heard from across the empty warehouse. All of a sudden, glass shatters all around the perimeter of the spacious room and rains down onto the concrete. Moonlight poured through the open windows and pooled on the gray floor. Gangsters dressed in the Log Cabin’s signature starch white shirts rappel from the ceiling and drop onto the glass-littered floor.

“Damien!” Duncan shouts across the warehouse. His friend sprints across the room, pistol clutched in his hand. “Over there! Jared dropped the key.” Damien scoops up the key, not slowing his pace, and hands Duncan the key. Duncan was so excited for a fight that he was full of jitters. He swiftly unlocked himself and stood up.

Damien tossed him another pistol and Duncan caught it in his palm. Right then, gunfire echoed throughout the whole warehouse, so Damien and Duncan merpati for cover. Damien jumped behind a trashcan, and Duncan slid behind a stack of rubber tires. He rolled onto his stomach and peeked his head from behind the stack. A large mass of Racketeers were running and diving for cover, shooting so many bullets there was practically a gray awan of metal flying back and forth in the air.

Despite Duncan’s whole body, which was shaking with excitement, his hands were steady. Every single aim he took on a Racketeer hit it’s mark, whether he hit their arm, leg, atau perahu nelayan kecil, pukulan in the middle of their forehead, killing them instantly. Duncan looked behind him, where multiple familiar faces from Log kabin peeked out of their hiding places and shot at the Racketeers. Some of them even caught Duncan’s gaze and tilted their heads up at him. (A/N: anda know that kinda upside-down-nod thing that guys always do? Their chins kinda go up and it’s basically a reverse nod. Ya know?)

Blood was trickling along the concrete floor, on both sides of the warehouse. Duncan couldn’t help but notice that there was less blood on the Log kabin side of the shoot-out than the Racketeer side. He smirked, since his gang has always been better than Jared’s.

Finally, bullets started running out on the Log kabin side. Some gangsters had thought to bring extra cartridges, but most of the Pistol fell silent. Even Duncan ran out of bullets. Slowly, the Racketeers started to advance, hopping from one hiding angkasa to another to dodge the remaining bullets. Duncan hid behind the pile of tires and waited for a victim to accidentally stumble upon him.

A minit later, a Racketeer tried to merpati behind Duncan’s pile of tires. He was on one side, and the Racketeer was on the other side -- even though the rival gangster didn’t know of Duncan’s presence. When the gangster stood up to run to the seterusnya hiding place, Duncan tripped him and dragged the man seterusnya to him. With one kick to the temple of his forehead, the Racketeer was passed out. Duncan took his gun and checked the cartridge. Three bullets left. And inside the guy’s pocket was another cartridge, with twenty bullets. Within minutes, all the bullets were gone.

Duncan abandoned the Racketeer’s gun and grabbed his own empty gun. It was better to make people think anda were armed than without a weapon. He looked out from behind the tire stack and surveyed the scene.

Bodies littered the floor, and blood was everywhere. Bloody handprints marked the walls that gangsters gripped to stay steady during their final breaths. Bloody footprints covered the floors. Some half-dead gangsters laid on the ground, unconscious atau moaning and bleeding to death. Dozens of guys held fistfights in the middle of the warehouse, since there were no bullets left. Others stayed in their hiding places, waiting for a rival gangster to walk sejak so they could jump them.

But most importantly, there was a straight-away to Jared’s office. No bodies laid on the floor, becoming obstacles. No hiding places were nearby, so no gangsters could assault him.

So Duncan scrambled onto his feet, gun clamped in his hand, and sprinted for Jared’s locked office door.

Time to rescue the Princess.