Story About A Rescue Novels & Stories

Her voice wavered, and she leaned slightly against the counter, the orange forgotten in her hands. I hesitated, trying to figure out what to say. “I… I was captured. Tortured. Injected with things I can’t even name. But… I’m alive. Emilio and Xiomar…” I paused, swallowed, “they saved me.” Sienna nodded slowly, still looking at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Emilio? Xiomar? They saved you? You… you mean… you were rescued by them?" I nodded. “Yes.”

- Week 43- day 4, 2300 hours. Being deployed with the team, don't know where just yet though. I got Kota's Letter, feeling me how she is and everyone. But something seemed off, or maybe it was just me. I miss her like crazy, I can't believe it hasn't even been a year yet. -Week 44- day 1, 200 hours. It's hot, that's about all I can say right now. We rescued a little girl and her baby brother today, they were trapped in fallen debris from a previous attack. The way she looked when we found her, reminded me of when I found Kota years ago....

It was him who rescued me. When we were being hunted, Mom called him for help. Leif was too late to save her, but he didn't stop looking until he found me. It was nothing short of some miracle that he got to me before the monster burned me alive. I didn't, however, escape unharmed. Everyone watches his exchange with Aleksander with curiosity, taking note of Aleksander's reactions. The widening of his eyes, the displeasure intensifying on his haggard face, and finally a nod.

A stunned silence filled the cellar, the doubt on many faces giving way to something else—curiosity, hope, maybe even respect. A middle-aged woman whom I heard someone call Margot leaned forward. “They rescued you?” she asked with surprise. Emily nodded. “Yes. They infiltrated the place where I was held, got me out, and brought me to safety. They risked their lives for me, and they didn’t ask for anything in return.”

Amid the gunfire, a rescue mission unfolded, creating a chaotic symphony of noise. Spotting a distraught child on the ground, I hurried to his aid. Encouraging him to stand, I whispered that escaping the ordeal was our best chance. We hadn't covered much ground when a gunshot echoed, and the child, now in tears, insisted on helping me. I urged him to run, prioritizing his safety over my own. Left alone with blood seeping from my wounds, a girl of my age extended a helping hand. Despite the trembling fear in her voice, she steadied me, her words serving as a lifeline in the struggle to stay awake.

The relief I felt was out of this world when I realized we arrived on time to save them, Shira also howled excitedly as we held our cub so close. The earth seemed to stop rotating at this point, my lips parted in absolute disbelief as I stared at the two individuals looking back at me. “Mommy, these men saved us, they're my heroes!” Xavier screams cheerfully pointing at them. “Boss, we found this one trying to escape,” Chase says, breaking the silence and intense tension in the room. He held an Injured male before shoving him to his knees. “Search for any useful evidence, we'll take the hostage back with us.” I let out.

In the end, she was the loser. Three years ago, the two of them were kidnapped. The target was Gabriel, and she was merely caught in the crossfire. During the struggle, she took a bullet for him. He had held her, crying and screaming, then furiously fought the kidnappers. She remembered clearly when the rescue team arrived. Due to a malfunction with the rescue rope, only one person could be saved. He didn’t hesitate to cut the rope tying him down, letting himself fall into the sea to give her the chance to survive.

About the people who were supposed to be safe. Troy was right about one thing. I had been rescued, repeatedly, by people who saw my story and wanted to fix it. The question now was whether anyone would still want to rescue me when they realized how completely I'd failed at protecting the things that mattered most. * * *

Marisol knew that suffering all too well. The people saved in the comic were countless reflections of herself. Reddy descended from the heavens to rescue a little girl trapped at home, starving and beaten, driving away the relatives who refused to feed her and hurt her instead. He stayed with her for a long time, until a new, warm family took the little girl in. Only then did he swagger away. The little girl wished him well with all her heart, "You can definitely reach the moon."

LAYLA I couldn't remember who came to my rescue. I had fainted from the cold that night in the blizzard following Adrielle's kidnap. With my body too weak to move, I had encircled my body with my arms. Half of my body, buried by snow. In the distance, I could hear wolves howling—low foreboding cries that rose and fell and in my unconsciousness I was wondering if they had come for me too. My breath had been coming in quick frantic gasps until it stopped. Then it was just cold. Then nothing happened. I was rescued though. Someone with powerful arms carefully lifted me out of the snow moving quietly and I didn't know why they chose to help me.