Chapter 3 3

/Jane's pov/

I was struggling to take a breath. The scene was like something out of a nightmare, and it was a nightmare from which I was unable to awaken.

Stopping this was critical for me – and it needed to be done immediately. "Can you tell me what you're after?" It is possible for me to get you money if I have money. Please?" I let out a shriek of pain. He snapped it out of his pocket and began beating my already-broken boyfriend with it after one of the guys pulled out a metal-looking object similar to what the police had. In his arm, I could hear the bones snapping together. "PLEASE DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER!" Anything is possible for me. PLEASE?" The sound of my scream made me gasp for air. When I got close enough, I wrapped my arms around Sam's shattered body.

It was barely audible above a whisper when he said, "Run." As he groaned, he clenched his jaw tightly and squeezed his eyes shut even more tightly.

I'd like to speak with Sam. It's all right, you're all right. The fact that I like you says a lot about how much I care about you. My tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed against his bleeding cheek.

Despite his wince, he wrapped his arm around me and pressed his fingers into the small of my back. « Jane, get out of here! » I'd like to get away from here!"

John's hands clamped around my upper arms, pulling me to my feet and away from Sam as he did so. Likewise, the other two men bent over and grabbed Sam's arms, lifting him up with them as well. When they touched him, he screamed. My legs felt weak as I listened to the sound of his agonizing sobs. Sam stood there looking horrified as John wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck while Sam gasped for air and watched in horror. My side was squeezing hard as John's hand snaked up my side and came to rest on my breast. I bent over and became violently ill before I realized what was happening.

Then, with a wicked laugh, he dragged me back to him, his chest pressing against the back of my shirt. Then he told Sam, "I'm going to enjoy f**king your girlfriend and hearing her scream for you." Even though he was probably in indescribable pain, Sam's head snapped up and his eyes filled with hatred and rage as he struggled to his feet once more. As he continued his futile struggle while yelling a string of expletives, the three men laughed at him.

If you have anything you want to say to your boyfriend, please do so now. John leaned in close to my ear and whispered something.

Anything I'd like to say is welcome... Let this be over, please leave us alone so that I can seek assistance. Despite my sobs, I managed to say "I love you."

Then Sam whispered, "I love you too."

Sam was lifted off of his feet as if he weighed nothing at all as a result of John's command to his men. Despite my attempts to jerk forward, John managed to pin me against him. My mind couldn't even process what was about to happen because it happened so quickly that I couldn't even comprehend what had happened. Sam was dragged back a few feet by the two men, who then threw him off the top of the stairwell.

My heart had stopped beating for a few moments. Is it possible that they simply threw him off the... No. I don't think so. Surely, this couldn't possibly be a dream; it had to be the worst dream I'd ever had in my entire life. I couldn't take it any longer and needed to get up. Because it only sounded for a couple of seconds during his fall, his scream was registered by my ears. All that was left was the echo of the music coming from the club directly behind me after I heard a muffled thump.

I was struggling to take a breath. As I replayed the last couple of seconds in my head, my heart was breaking into a million pieces. As the two men's hands left Sam's body and he began to fall, I saw Sam's expression in my mind's eye. There was no one I'd ever seen look more terrified or helpless than her.

I threw off John's grip and dashed towards the railing, praying that he was somehow okay, praying that this was all some sort of joke or dream, and that I wouldn't be confronted with the love of my life as I looked down. Not so for me, unfortunately. My tears streamed down my face as I leaned over the railing and peered through them to view the most horrifying scene I had ever witnessed in my life. Despite being stretched out on the floor, Sam had a puddle of blood pouring out from beneath him. There were impossible angles formed by his arms and legs, yet he was not moving.

In addition to feeling chilly all over, my heart was hurting much more. We were three floors up; he wouldn't have survived that given the thrashing he'd taken just moments before. " I could see there was no hope by the way he was laying there, unmoving. He'd vanished without a trace!

Then I became sick again since I didn't turn away fast enough. The image in my head wouldn't leave my thoughts, and I was hyperventilating and fighting to take a deep breath. So I sank into a puddle of my own vomit since my legs were no longer able to sustain me. As my heart was crushed into a million pieces, I shed silent tears down my cheeks.

The person I had been in love with for years was no longer alive. There was no way any of our plans were going to work out. As a result of my actions, he'd perished. This was a foolish club, and now he was no longer alive to invite me. Not even the opportunity to have sexual relations with him had passed me by before.

As I heard the rush of my blood beating through my ears, black specks began to emerge in my field of view. I was about to pass out; I could feel the emptiness swelling inside me as my fingers and face began to tingle. I couldn't believe what I was experiencing.

Suddenly, Sam was no longer alive! His departure from my life had been devastating for me. Without him, I couldn't bear the thought of living a life. I wasn't able to do so. Merely thinking about it made me feel sick to my stomach.

With my last ounce of effort, I clung to the railing and dragged myself up to my feet. That was the last time I wanted to see him like that. I didn't glance down. While swishing my leg over the railing, I kept my gaze straight ahead. My quiet pleading went something like this: "Please let me die." I prepared to jump by closing my eyes. Suddenly, my ears began to ring. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't think. In relief that I would no longer be subjected to this agony, I released go of the railing and grinned.

Something grabbed my waist just as the air began to move about me and I was about to go into the void.

"Wait a minute, Princess. What are you doing?" This is really unnecessary." Right before I went asleep, I heard a voice saying

/Kurt Weller/

As I stood there, straight like a poker, eyes front, hands down by my sides, as I'd been instructed, sweat was dripping down the back of my neck. Even though I was dressed in full S.W.A.T. gear, the scorching noon heat was pounding down on me, and I was wearing over a dozen pockets on my black army-style pants. I was also wearing my Samet and a black tactical vest, both of which were black. They preferred that we seem well-groomed on such occasions.

"Will they keep us here for an indefinite period of time?" Oh my f**king God, I'm going to die! With his teeth clenched together, Nick, my companion, snarled at me.

It won't be long now; Roman has begun to grow hungry. Consider the way his body is moving in his chair. "I'm sure he'll finish up quickly and then head straight for the buffet," I joked back. When Nick looked across to our commanding officer, he was greeted with a smile. He got to his feet as if on cue, and he smiled. murmured, "We're going to the buffet table," I said. In my presence, Nate burst out laughing, which immediately turned into a cough as Officer Roman lifted one eyebrow in caution.

Graduating students pay attention! " The names of the training squads will be revealed soon. When Officer Roman looked at me and Nick with pride, he stated, "those of you who graduated in the top two of your class will remain behind since you have already been allocated to departments."

Those words made me grin. It was an honor to be assigned to a department right after graduation because Nick and I had graduated in the top two of our class, with me taking first place. It wasn't something that happened very frequently, and you were only offered it if your reputation was well-known in high-ranking positions in the organization. According to Roman, the two of us were a formidable team, and I had been recruited for an unique assignment of 'utmost significance,' which he had notified me of this morning by phone.

Anticipation made my stomach clench up. Initially, I hoped it would be SWAT Front Line, since they were known for always being first on scene and seeing action, but I knew that wouldn't be the case. A minimum of 10 years of field experience was required for admission to the squad. Normally, they only had openings when someone died or sought a transfer, therefore they were the finest of the best. My knowledge of the fact that neither had occurred recently was tempered by my want to believe otherwise.

The boys all filed out of the hall once Officer Roman had finished his lecture, where they had set up a buffet of stale sandwiches and potato chips for them to enjoy. There was no saving on costs. The fact that my whole graduating class was going to a pub to celebrate tonight didn't matter since I had every intention of getting drunk.

Following the instructions, Nick and I waited in the back. Following Officer Roman inside his dingy office, "Weller, Peters, please follow me," he said to the pair. He took a seat behind his desk and beckoned for us to take a seat next to him. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but smile. His voice was pleased as he replied, "Right, Peters, your presence at Division Six has been requested." Then I gave Nick a hearty high-five as I beamed joyfully.

"Whoa, that's a good one. That is exactly what I am referring to!" Nick yelled, leaping out of his chair and punching the air with his fist in the direction of the ceiling.