Chapter 26: Empty

Chapter 26

Eros Dylan Donovan

Empty

I'm going to kill them, I thought as I hit the gas pedal and the car took a speed and in a matter of minutes, I was already back at the police station. I knew what they requested, that I had to go there alone. I knew that if I went there alone, they would beat the shit out of me, and hell, probably kill me. But I could not. I wanted to talk to Mike. I knew they were hurting him, but there was nothing I could do as of now but to get a help from my co-policemen and we could with them. Of course, when I got there, everyone was shocked because I was supposed to go home and not do an overtime. So I reached the Office Desk, to inform them that Mike had been kidnapped and needed some help from us. Some of the policemen were watching me with furrowed brows, trying to get their nose up in the situation. They would be. Since they were going to be part of the raid. I informed the Office Desk about the situation, and my friend, Olivar, asked for some information. I showed him the text that was sent to me and he frowned, alerting all the other policemen that we would have a raid and some of the groaned. I put my hands in a fist and growled, loud enough to be heard, to remind them that this case was important than what they were doing right now. The first man who stepped in was Geraldin, and I was glad to have him as my friend. He gave me a thumbs up, a gesture that told me he's with me.

They all gathered up and discussed what was the plan. Olivar asked me if Mike had an enemy, or fought someone else before this happened, so I thought back, none. Mike's a good kid. He knew better than to have an enemy, or fight someone. I also thought back to his letters. He said on one of his letters that he had a fight with Noah, and that's because he 'stole' Chelsie from Noah. Now, looking back at that specific letter, that made my blood boil. I knew I shouldn't be getting jealous over this, and that time was over, so why was I getting jealous over this? It's not like Mike would be together with her again. I'd kill her if she steals Mike away from me. Huffing, I found out that everyone was looking at me and I gulped, trying to think what to say.

"No?" I said, unsure. "Um, no one." I said, much firm this time. They nodded their heads and Olivar gave me a look long, making sure if I was okay or not. I just gave him an approving nod, telling him that I was fine, a little bit nervous (although my heart was beating rapidly against my chest), but fine.

Olivar told us the plan and all of us listened. Oliver's good at this. He's one of the best planners when it comes to battle strategy, or war strategy, or something like that. He made sure that we all knew what we were about to do, asked us a little bit of information and insight of what would happen, then he would revise it if he had a good plan better than anyone's insight.

My mind put a vision of Mike struggling to get out, and the vision was nerve-wracking, heart-breaking. I didn't know what would happen if Mike was left alone there, with no one to help him. I made sure that those bastards who had kidnapped him would pay for this, and I was sure I would be the one to torture their lives. They should have left Mike out of this, now, they were going to feel my wrath.

I got down, where the prisoners were, and some of there were eyeing me suspiciously. Some of them not. They were probably thinking why I was here. I didn't know either. I just thought maybe I could find the answers here. I only visited this place once in a while, but I just visited them earlier, so there was no reason for me to come back.

The man, who tried to grab me, one of the members of the TPG, smirked at me and I felt my blood boiling again. I just hated this man.

"Eros," he said in a most seductive way, which only made me cringe and shiver. Other members laughed at his attempt to woo me. "How's your day?" His tone was from flirty to a rough one.

"Fuck off, bastard." I growled to him.

"That's not the best way to treat the prisoners," he said, his eyes glinting evilly. "If you want the prisoner to be treated differently, then I suggest you treat us fair." He grinned.

I froze, eyes widening.

If you want the prisoner to be treated differently, then I suggest you treat us fair.

Mike.

Mike was held captured by The Phantom Gang.

I grabbed him by the straps of his shirt, growling at him, and glaring daggers. My whole body was shaking from anger as I gripped the straps, making him wince.

"Listen here, if you don't let go of him," I enunciated every word, gritting my teeth as my grip got tighter and tighter. "I'll make your life much worse than hell," I said, repeating what he had said earlier. "Remember, I am Satan himself." I threw him with a lot of force.

His back hit the wall and he cried out in pain as he tried to massage it, gasping for air as it knocked out the air of him. His friends glared at me, but I huffed out my chest, testing them if they would dare to fight me. If they were all against me, alone, I would probably win. I wasn't boosting my ego, but it's the truth. I had remembered that there was one time that my enemies were 5 and I was alone, so I had to deal with them myself and at the end of the fight, I won. These bitches knew better than to fight me, and they backed off.

"You shit," the man growled and I gave the bird.

Then I took off as I heard Olivar shouting my name. Now I knew that The Phantom Gang was behind this, I would put them in jail. I'd make sure that they were going to pay for taking my Mike, for risking Mike's life. I gritted my teeth. As of now, this was the only way for me to vent out the anger, by gritting my teeth. So no choice at all. But when I had my fingers around those bitches, I'd torture them and make them beg to spare their lives.

Olivar and the whole bunch of policemen went into their respective cars and we headed off to the abandon building. That building was kind of famous. There were a lot of things that happened there to the point the owner abandoned the building. I think it was, one of the reasons, it caught on fire. Some of them staffs had died from exhaustion, unable to breathe.

What a typical scenario.

Rolling my eyes, as soon as we got to the place where Mike had been held, one of the members of The Phantom Gang had seen us and run off. I guessed he was going to inform their boss about us. Let them. Olivar had used a microphone and shouted, his voice booming as he let out his mini speech.

"Listen, we know you are there inside that goddamn building," Olivar said with authority, trying to be calm and all positive. "But if now, we will be forced to raid this building and capture you all. So I suggest you do as what I say and everything will be peaceful."

No one spoke. Every policemen was alert and ready. Olivar sighed and motioned for us to do it now, so I immediately ran away as soon as Olivar motioned, heading inside the building. I pulled out my gun and readied myself for what's coming next. A guy, who I thought was no older than 18, pointed his gun at me. I could see that he was afraid, his body was slightly shaking. I gave him the coldest glare and he shrank back. Teenagers nowadays. I remembered what Geraldin said, that this gang consisted of teenagers. He was right. This gang consisted of teenagers. Maybe they were being forced to do it, or they were just trying to fit it. Nonetheless, they shouldn't have gone far as to joining this gang. I told him to fuck off and surrender himself before I kill him and he dropped his gun and ran outside. The next guy, who had a big muscles with lots of tattoos, almost covering his whole body, was about to shoot me when I raised my gun and pointed it to his right arm and shot. He cried out in pain and went down. I kicked him on the stomach and he groaned, his eyes shutting as he whimpered.

Two men blocked my way. The man swung his right arm to punch me but I quickly ducked and punched him in the stomach. He groaned and got on his knees as he clutched his stomach. The other one tried to punch me on my side but I just grabbed his arm and snapped it by slamming it onto my knee. I heard the bone cracking and he screamed. Bitch. I gave them both a tough kick on the stomach and they cried in unison.

Then my body got numbed as I heard his voice. Mike's voice. He was screaming. Before I knew it, I was running outside and found him with two other guys.

My heart clenched at the sight of Mike. There were bruises forming up on his body and also to his face. His eyes were half shut and staring directly at me. I couldn't speak, so I took a step forward. The man beside him said something that I didn't get. Mike was crying, and I wanted to cry, too. But that would not help the situation right now. I had to be strong for him.

The other man ran off. The man beside Mike looked back at the man and Mike grabbed the opportunity to elbow the man on the stomach. The man groaned. I felt proud of him. Even there was a gun pointed at the top of his head, he still managed to be brave and badass. Mike ran to me and hugged me tightly, as if his whole life depended on it. I chuckled as I smelled his hair. He smelled like sweat, but I didn't care. I rubbed his back and the policemen started to shoot. My eyes widen as I started to feel something on my hand. I took a look at it and my heart basically shattered at the sight. There was blood! Mike looked at me and trailed his eyes from my face to my hand. Then his eyes widen as he saw what I was looking at.

Mike lifted his hand, carressed my cheek, and went limp. I cried.

"Mike! Mike!" I said, wiggling him, crying as I wiggled him hard. "You shit! Don't leave me! Mike, wake up!"

I got on my knees, still holding Mike in my arms, still begging him to wake up, to open his eyes, to tell me that he was okay and fine. But no. Despite that I was shaking him hard and fast, he did not wake up. In fact, he was lifeless. I checked his pulse and there was still a beat, low. I panicked before the beat of his heart was starting to fade so I screamed for help.

The policemen rushed to my side and helped me to lift Mike. In seconds, the ambulance was now here. They put Mike in the ambulance and I climbed in. I took Mike's hand and kissed the back of it, praying he would be alive. The nurse put the IV on Mike's wrist and some wires that I did not know, but I let them since they were trained for this. My eyes looked back to the scene where he got shot and saw the man who shot him lying on the ground, dead.

"Please don't leave me, Mike." I said, hugging him, resting my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beating, but barely. I took his hand and whispered. "I love you, Mike."