Into the Flames {Station 19 x you}

thirty-nine: hostages part I

A groan of pain escapes my gagged lips as I'm tossed into a room. My eyes stay closed, squeezing together the moment I hit the ground. My mind goes numb. That feeling of familiarity surfaces and I shake my head against the hard floor. I clench my jaw hearing muffled screams. I slowly open my eyes and look over seeing Andy struggling against bounds. Rope is wrapped around her ankles to the legs of a wooden chair. Rope is wrapped around her wrists, tying her down to the arms of the chair. Her firemen outfit was covered in blood. Her pull over missing. She wore only a white shirt now. That's bloody and dirty. I squeeze my eyes as my eyes linger up to her eyes.

I reopen them up after a second. My eyes look at her's but she's not looking at me. She's looking past me. Where, I don't know. But she's scared I can see it. And she's mad.

Heavy footsteps appear on the floor. I can feel the vibrations. My chest rises and falls. A muffled yelp escapes my lips as I feel my body grabbed and pulled towards somewhere. Then I'm dropped again like some sort of rag dog. I shake my head and try fighting but he grabs my already bound hounds and pulls them over to some sort of thing on the ground and binding me to it. He yanks on it then stands. My eyes follow his weird build. That's when I see he's heading straight for Andy.

"Mm," I try to speak but it's like nothing. The guy heads towards Andy. She becomes small in the chair but she tries to play it off, tough. She doesn't need to be. These situations aren't good.

Andy's head shakes as the man reaches up and takes the gag out from her mouth, dropping it around her neck. Andy pulls her head away.

"Don't hurt her!" Andy shouts and the guy backs up.

"Hurt her? I'm going to kill her," the guy said and my eyes go wide. "But first I'm going to hurt you and make her watch since you wanted to steal her."

"Steal her? What are you-" Before Andy could finish her sentence the man threw a punch. My body jumped seeing the punch and Andy's head fly back. I look away and close my eyes. No, no, no. This can't be happening.

The man backs away from Andy when I slowly open back my eyes. I see blood pouring from her nose now. Her head had dried blood from I guess before. I move against the restraints trying to free myself when I see the man back up and stand in between the both of us. He reaches up and tears off the mask. My heart sinks. My stomach twists and all the memories and the pain and misery spreads through me. Every inch, every ounce of my body and my soul aches. I shake my head slowly and then violently try to get out of the restraints. It's him. He was dead. I was told by everyone he was gone and dead. Andy said he wasn't going to be able to hurt me. She lied.

"You took a good thing firefighter," he spoke and turned his head toward me. He walks away from Andy and heads toward me. My chest rises and fall fast. My head was spinning. The rope burns through my skin, digging into my wrists. Tears well into my eyes as he gets to me and takes the gag out of my mouth.

"Stop! Don't hurt her!" Andy shouts, leaning forward in the chair. "Please! She's a child!"

My breathes are heavy and he bends down. His eyes meet mine and I shake my head. "You thought you escaped didn't you? Well you didn't. And now I'm going to do what I should have a long time ago but make it painful."

I shift my eyes back and forth between his. He stands up and walks over to Andy. I watch, horrified, tugging at the rope again. But my eyes won't leave Andy's. He gets to her and takes his belt off. Fear creeps up my throat and in the pit of my stomach. He puts the two ends together and I see Andy shake her head. A cry of help escapes her lips loudly but it's shortly cut off but the sound of his belt hitting her. I jump and close my eyes, turning my head away. The sound appears again and again followed by Andy's voice. Cries of pain. It lingers in my head when it stops and makes my chest burn and beat faster when it's fresh.