2. FIGHTS AND DEATHS!

*Edited 

This chapter contains description of brutal killings, fights and other disturbing images.

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Breanna's POV

Every one in the dressing room made a run for it, screaming out their lungs. Chaos ensued. The door burst open a second later and two men in black came in, she quickly recognized them from earlier. Her survival instincts kicked in and she quickly tucked herself under a table as the men opened fire, silencing the screams of the girls, shooting every living thing in sight.

A girl rolled to the floor, beside her, eyes wide open, a bloodied hole in her head, her chest had burst open. Clutching her legs, Breanna bit down her scream as blood splashed to her.

Watching silently as their black boots began to retreat after a quick sweep of the place. She muttered the lords prayer in one shaky breath and waited till she was sure they had gone far enough before crawling out of the table.

Shaking, she looked around, not a single person was spared, bodies splayed out in a pool of their own blood. Another sound of footsteps reached her, it sounded like just one person, so she pulled out a metal chair to arm herself, stretching it out before her and waited till the person appeared, standing behind the open door.

Doing a quick count down, she steeled herself to swing at the person, but paused when she heard a familiar voice.

"Breanna!." He called out in a hushed whisper, sticking in his head first, he searched the room.

"Jack, is that you?." She asked, even though it was a silly question, she knew his voice any where. He rushed in at the sound of her voice.

Breanna had never been more happy to see him in her entire life, she dropped the chair and ran into his arms, her eyes brimming with tears. He was okay.

"Are you okay?, are you hurt?." He asked, searching her body for any injuries. She shook her head.

"Good, cos we have to get out of here." He said in a low voice, looking over his shoulders. She leaned down to kick off her shoes.

"Lets go." He pulled her up, tugging on her arm, he peered out of the door again to check for more armed men before turning to nod at her.

They ran, but the heavy sound of their running attracted the gun men. One appeared behind them, a deadly sneer on his face, his eyes lingered on her body for a second and she was reminded that she was wearing only a small bra and thongs. The man raised the gun to aim at her, she screamed on the top of her voice, eyes closed on their own.

"Ah!."

The gun was fired, three times, but the bullets never reached her, because she suddenly felt a tug on her shoulder before she knew it she was spinning, as Jack took her place, the bullets emptying into his chest.

"Jack!." She screamed again, as his body fell. He took three bullets for her.

She tried to hold him up, but he was heavy, his body shook, coughing out blood, his head popping with veins, he turned to look at her, trying to say something, but he only coughed out more blood.

"NO! Jack!....please." She pulled him in, she held his face as tears streamed down her cheeks. He tried to speak again, lifting his left hand, but then he suddenly stopped, his eyes wide as his body went limp.

"NO!!!." She screamed like a banshee giving birth, shaking him. Jack was the only one she had.

"You'll soon join him princess." The man spat, raising his gun again.

Breanna looked up at him with contempt, reminded of his presence, but didn't move. There was no point in trying to run, she wouldn't get very far. This was the end for her.

But before he could fire, she head a sudden thump, the man groaned out, another thump came and the man was suddenly on the ground.

Then she saw him, Professor Maxwell Caines in his blue shirt tucked roughly into his Jeans, his signature frown deeper than usual.

The gun man stood up again and took a swung at him, he managed to dodge the first one but the second landed, he staggered, quickly recovering and took his own swing, the man blocked till the third blow, but that did it. It sent him flying.

He ran and picked her up in one swift move, like she weighed not more than a feather, but she restricted, pushing him away to go to Jack.

"Wilson, we have to go!."

She heard his sweet deep voice.

"No!....i'm not going anywhere without my brother!." She shouted at him.

"More men are coming with even bigger guns!." He shouted back.

"Jack!." She screamed, as he tried to pry her away from Jack's body.

Another man appeared from their shouting, he elbowed the man in the face, causing him to drop his gun and snarl, holding his hand.

He flipped the man over, slamming him to the hard ground. While the gun man was wailing on the floor, he turned to her again, carried her over his shoulders and ran.

She kicked, punched, slapped, screaming, but he didn't stop, weaving through bloodied bodies.

Two men came at them, without guns, he put her down carefully, shielding her with his own body, she shook, crying into his shirt.

He blocked the first blow, then the second man kneed him in the stomach, he staggered a bit with a grunt, he held the guy's leg and used it to flip him over, on the carpeted floor, the other guy punched him in the face, his lip burst open and blood stained his teeth. She cried out.

The man went to give him another blow, but he blocked it, the second guy came again, he dodged and the blow ended up in his partner's gut, in their momentary state of confusion, he went in and bumped their heads together with force, they slumped each on the walls of the narrow hallway.

She gasped loudly, seeing them fall lifeless. "Lets go!." He tugged on her arm, looking around. It was probably his first time in the club so he didn't know where they were.

"Do you know where the exit is?." He turned to her, looking frantically everywhere, all they could see was blood and more bodies littering the entire club. She nodded and led them, but there, hefty men, with large guns guarded the exit.

He pulled her back quickly, flattening against the wall and whispered, "Do you know another exit?." He asked.

She thought about it for a while, her mind was a mess, the only thing she could see was blood everywhere, shook her head slowly.

"Think hard. " He urged and then she remembered.

A drunk man drove into the wall weeks ago but it was never fixed, the manager only covered it wood. Like a light bulb was suddenly turned on in her head, she looked up at him.

"I can think of something."

They ran into 3 more gun men, Breana decided to join in the fight this time, using everything she could find to fight them off, sustained a few injuries from stray elbows. Getting to the storage room, she pushed away the cartoons of moonshine to reveal the hole, he turned to her with a credulous look.

"I thought you said there was an exit?." He asked.

"Yes, the hole, leads to the back of the building in the parking lot." She explained, breathing heavily, She pointed to the wood, kneeling beside and she tried to pry it open, but it didn't budge.

"Move aside, let me open it." He told her, she could almost hear the frown in his voice. She did as he asked and he took her place, after a few grunts and growls, he puffed out a breath.

"Maybe we can pull out the nails first." She suggested, looking around.

"And how are we going to do that?." He fumed, but she ignored his anger, her priority was to find a way to escape. He could be angry all he wanted, they weren't even friends.

She checked in the carton for something that could be used as a hammer or plier, something pointy, but didn't find anything. Then a bulb lit up in her head again.

"I have an idea," She looked back out of the storage door, he pulled her away from it quickly.

"What are you doing?."

"We need a shoe, we can use the pointy heel of a shoe to pull the nails." She told him. He bit his lip, reasoning with her, she was right, but it was dangerous to go back out, before he could voice his concerns she was already sneaking back out.

"Hey." He called out to her, she crawled out, and found a random now lifeless striper and pulled off her shoe.

"Shh." She sent him a hard glare, to be quiet but that was enough to tip off a large gun man, in hurried loud steps he fired at something which followed a loud explosion, that temporarily blinded them all.

The explosion threw Professor Caines across, his back hitting the hard wall with a thud, the roof began to cave.

With a loud grunt, she saw him scamper to his feet, trying to see through the now dusty, smoke filled air, the club had caught on fire.

She could feel the heat, shoe in her hand, she tried to stand, but that was when she noticed her side bleeding, she hissed, kicking off the large stone that landed on her from the roof.

"Wilson." She heard him call out, looking around for her.

"I'm here." She said to him, his eyes caught hers and she saw him smile, a faint one, as he let out a breath, she returned his smile, but then he froze, his eyes darting to something over her shoulder, her eyes grew as she realized what it was.

Without thinking, she turned around planting the heel of the shoe in the man's face. He yelped out in pain and she made a run for it to the storage, but she didn't get very far, the man recovered rather quickly and grabbed her leg, yanking her back with force.

More explosion came and the building began to shake, crumble with them in it, and without any help, the storage wall came down to reveal the drive way, she could hear the distant sirens and lights of the police.

Before she could rejoice, she felt a sudden thump on her head and that was the last thing she remembered before passing out.