Caught in the Crossfire

(Kelly's POV)

I was walking through the corridors, past the cells, past the officers who looked at us with stern gazes, wondering what was going on.

We reached the chief's office. Sarah knocked on the door and opened it. "Sir, I brought her," she said.

The chief was sitting at his desk, with a phone in his hand. He looked up and nodded. "Good. Leave her here and go," he said.

Sarah hesitated. "But sir, I…" she began.

The chief cut her off. "I said go, officer. I'll handle this," he said.

Sarah looked at me, then at the chief, then back at me. She seemed conflicted, uneasy, and annoyed. "Fine. Come on, let's go," she said.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. She pushed me towards the chief. "Here she is. Do whatever you want with her," she said.

She then turned around and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

I was left alone with the chief, who was still on the phone. "Yeah, yeah, I got her. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Yeah, yeah, I know. Okay, okay, bye," he said.

He hung up and looked at me. His lips curled into a cold, cruel smile. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The famous Rashad's girlfriend. How are you feeling, huh?" he asked.

I didn't say anything. Fear gripped me, but I was also angry and defiant. I just glared at him, hoping he would see the hatred in my eyes.

He laughed, a mocking, sinister laugh. "Oh, you're a tough one, aren't you? You should be really lucky you have a very influential boyfriend like Rashad," he said.

I still didn't say anything. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing my voice.

He leaned forward, his face inches from mine. "You know, your boyfriend is a criminal, right? A drug lord, a murderer, a traitor. He's wanted by the law, by the media, by the people. He's a danger to society. And you're his accomplice, you're guilty by association, by involvement and love. You should be locked up, right now," he said.

I didn't say anything. In my mind, it was like he was sharing news that I already knew about. Rashad being a criminal was no news.

His lips curled into a wicked, evil smile. "But don't worry, my dear. You're not going to jail, not today, at least. You're a free girl now, thanks to your boyfriend. He's bailed you out," he said.

He then reached for his phone, his hand brushing past the gun on his desk. "Sarah, Sarah, get in here, now!" he barked into the receiver.

My heart pounded really fast. He waited for a few seconds, but no one came. "Sarah, where are you? Answer me, damn it!" he muttered, stamping his foot on the ground.

Then he sat back in his rolling chair, staring at my face. Fear gripped me. Then finally, the door creaked open.

Both Mr. Donald and I turned our eyes to the door as Sarah entered the room. She looked surprised, confused, and nervous. "Sir Donald, I'm here. What's going on?" she asked.

He snapped at her, his voice harsh and impatient. "Take her, take her away. Give her her belongings. She's free now," he ordered.

Sarah looked at me, then at him, then back at me. "What? What do you mean? Why is she free? What did you do?" she questioned.

He waved his hand, dismissing her concerns. "It doesn't matter. It's over. It's done. Just do as I say and get out of my sight," he said dismissively.

Sarah shook her head, her expression filled with doubt and suspicion. "No, no, no. Something's not right. Something's fishy. You can't just let her go like that. She's an accomplice of a criminal who got many police officers killed. You can't just let her go like that," she protested.

He slammed his fist on the desk, his face red and his eyes wild. "I can and I will. I have no choice. I have made my decision. She's free, she's free, she's free. And you can't do anything about it. Now take her and go, before I change my mind and shoot you both," he threatened.

He reached for his gun, but it was gone. He looked around, frantic and scared. "Where is it? Where is my gun? Who took my gun?" he demanded.

Sarah looked at him, her eyes wide with shock. "You're crazy, you're insane, you're losing it. What's wrong with you? What's happening to you?" she asked, her voice filled with fear.

He screamed, his voice hoarse and his words incoherent. "It's him, it's him, it's him. He did this, he did this, he did this. He hacked me, he tricked me, he ruined me. He's coming, he's coming, he's coming. And he's going to kill me, kill me, kill me," he rambled.

He pointed at me, his finger trembling. "He's her boyfriend, Rashad, Rashad, Rashad, he's a monster, a demon, a devil. And he's here, he's here, he's here," he accused.

He fell to the floor, his body convulsing, foam forming at his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head.

The scene was terrifying. Then we heard sounds of shattering glass echoing through the room as the window of the chief's office was broken.

A man, his face concealed by a mask, swung into the room on a rope. Sarah reacted instantly, pulling her gun from its holster and firing several shots at the intruder. It was a chaotic and heart-stopping moment.

In the midst of the chaos, the masked man lunged at me, his hand closing around my arm. He was about to make his escape when a stray bullet from Sarah's gun found its mark. The bullet hit me in the leg, and I screamed but he took me.

Pain seared through my leg as the bullet hit its mark. I screamed, but the masked man's grip on my arm was unyielding. He pulled me towards the shattered window, the cold night air rushing in.

"Let her go!" Sarah shouted, her voice echoing in the room. But her words fell on deaf ears. The masked man was relentless. With a swift movement, he swung us both out of the window, the rope creaking under our weight.

The ground below seemed to rush up to meet us, but just as quickly, we were yanked back up. The masked man had secured the rope, and we were now dangling several feet above the ground.

I could hear the shouts and commotion from the office above, but they seemed distant and muffled. The masked man's grip on my arm tightened, and he began to climb up the rope, pulling me with him.

Despite the pain in my leg and the fear coursing through me, I knew I had to fight back. I let out sharp fang nails and with all the strength I could muster, I scratched the masked man's face.

My finger made a mark, and the masked man let out a grunt of pain. His grip on my arm loosened, and for a moment, I was free. But the relief was short-lived. With a swift movement, he grabbed my arm again, his grip even tighter than before.

"Nice try," he hissed in my ear. "But you're not getting away that easily."

As we continued to ascend the masked man and I reached the rooftop of the police station. There, under the whirling blades of a helicopter, stood Rashad. He was flanked by two other men, all of them wearing dark shades despite the night. The helicopter's lights cast long, ominous shadows on the rooftop.

The masked man wasted no time. He hoisted me up and rushed towards the helicopter. I was too weak and frightened to resist. Before I knew it, I was inside the helicopter, the door sliding shut behind us.

Rashad turned to look at me, his expression unreadable behind his dark shades. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice barely audible over the roar of the helicopter's engine. "Look who we have here."

The helicopter lifted off, leaving the police station and the chaos behind. As we ascended into the night sky, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. I was in the hands of a criminal, miles above the ground, with no idea where we were headed.