*Jaycee's Point of View*

"Over two years and that's all you've got?" I asked sarcastically. My head whipped back with the force of the blow. "Now that's more like it!" I said, spitting blood from my mouth.

"Niña tonta, you just don't know when to stop talking, do you?" the man replied in a heavy accent. [Translation: silly girl.]

I smirked, "At least I know how to deliver a hit." I gasped for breath, the blow going to my gut this time. He raised his hand to smack me again when a man came running into the room.

"I thought I told you not to disturb us!" he yelled at our guest.

The poor man was literally shaking in his boots. "Lo siento, pero quieres escuchar este." [Translation: I'm sorry, but you want to hear this.]

"Very well, dices me," he demanded. [Translation: tell me.]

"Solo le," he said, glancing at me. Not looking happy, he stormed over and grabbed the guy by the scruff of his neck, pulling him out into the hallway. [Translation: only you.]

A few minutes later, the door opened and he strode back in.

"Why do you look so happy, Trujillo?" I asked with a sarcastic edge to my voice.

"Why don't you come take a walk with me and find out?" he asked, still far too cheerful for my liking.

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"So, it's a funny story, really," Trujillo began, leading me at gunpoint through his warehouse. "Here I was, spending hours upon hours trying to come up with a plan to attack AMF and take out everyone. I spent days staring at blue prints and different reports."

"How sweet, all of that for little old me?" I said sarcastically. My head snapped back from the force of his blow, making me smirk. I guess I struck a nerve.

He turned to me with an evil smile on his face. "It turns out that all of my efforts were useless. Here I was slaving over all of these papers to figure out how to get you out of that building, when you decide to walk straight through my front door!"

"What a lovely stroll it was too! I'm sure the men I ran into wouldn't have quite the same opinion as I do, however." I really just couldn't help myself. The blow went to my knee this time. I fell, but was yanked to my feet by Trujillo.

We continued walking, him still holding the gun to my back. "And as if your arrival wasn't enough," he said cheerfully. We had reached the largest room in the warehouse by now. "Your friends decided to join you!"

I held my smirk in place as I listened to what he said, even as it threatened to fall. I looked to where he was pointing, and I finally understood what he meant. "You have got to be kidding me," I muttered. In the middle of the warehouse floor, tied up and bruised, were Jaxon, Drake, Taylor, and the seven recruits. Those idiots were going to get themselves killed. Why couldn't they have just left me to deal with Trujillo?

He pushed me towards them, a victorious smile still on his face. I refused to show him how much their arrival affected me, instead striding ahead of him. He stopped me when I was standing right in front of them. "They weren't nearly as polite as you, Jaycee. They came in guns blazing, attempting to murder every single one of my people. Now that just isn't good manners."

"I couldn't agree more, Alberto," I replied. I smirked at the scowl he gave me from me using his first name. "What, I thought we were on the first name basis?"

"We certainly are not," he spat out.

"Whatever you say, Alberto." Will I ever learn to keep my mouth shut. There were gasps and angry mutterings from my friends as the smack cranked my head to the side and blood filled my mouth. I smirked evilly. Then, I opened up my mouth and spat on Trujillo's shoes.

"Tonta! You will pay for that!" Trujillo shouted. [Translation: fool.]

"I have to look at your ugly face. Is that not payment enough?" I replied. The hit went to my stomach again, and I doubled over. I stood up a little painfully and started laughing. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend you."

Trujillo smirked evilly, "Didn't offend me at all." Then he turned to one of his men, "Trae un silla." [Translation: bring me a chair.]

The kid brought out a chair and set it up in front of me. Trujillo turned to me and commanded, "Sit."

"Uh oh, am I in trouble? Please take it easy on me," I joked. Trujillo's gun was pressed flush to my temple and he forced me into the chair.

Choosing to ignore my comment, Trujillo started talking, "I remember the last time we were in this warehouse. I think about it all the time, in fact. I'm sure you do as well, though probably for very different reasons. It was a memorable day after all." Trujillo turned to my friends still sitting on the floor watching all of us. I had my back to them, so I couldn't see their expressions.

"Has she told you the story?" Trujillo asked. "No matter, I tell it much better." He started a slow circle around the group of us. "It started early in the morning. I was asleep in my office having just come in from working the night before and being too tired to drive home. The loveliest dream I had ever had was snatched from me when one of my men stormed into my office to inform me that we had visitors of the unfriendly nature. I quickly got up to go meet them, being the host that I am. Coming out expecting a rival gang, I was quite surprised to find it wasn't a rival gang at all. It was just a couple of kids!"

Trujillo paused, remembering that day. "Being a nice guy, I gave them a very welcome hello. The boys neck was snapped quick and painless. The girl, however, I still needed to use to lure the other one out of hiding. After I got what I wanted, her death was quick as well. Quite merciful if you ask me. Most people that trespass on my land aren't given nearly as good treatment.

"So, here I was, two dead kids and a rather quiet girl. I'm not a fan of quiet. Conversation is much too interesting to me. So, I set about making this quiet girl talk."

He came to stand in front of me and stopped, an evil smile taking over his face. "We learned a lot about each other, didn't we Jaycee? For instance, you learned of my fondness of knives. I am fascinated by them, you see. So many different styles for so many different purposes! I learned something about Jaycee as well.

"She has a large number of scars," he paused behind me. "Doesn't she?" He asked rhetorically. "101 scars, if I remember correctly. All..." He put his hand on my head. "Over..." His hand ran from my head to my cheek. "Her..." His hand went to my chin . "Body."

My head hung in shame as Trujillo finished his sentence and I cringed. They were never supposed to know what happened that day. "You said you didn't remember what happened after you saw Trujillo," Jaxon said, anger lining his voice.

"Is that what she told you?" Trujillo asked, laughing with glee. "Well, that's not exactly the case, is it Jaycee?"

"You imbecile!"

"You know, I have been very tolerant with you up to this point. I think it's time I teach you a lesson about keeping your mouth shut," Trujillo said in a scary calm voice. He raised his gun, pointing it at my leg.

"Don't you dare!" Aaron shouted behind me.

"Oh, it looks like we have a volunteer to take the shot for you, Jaycee." Trujillo said evilly. "Since he so obviously wants it." Trujillo re-aimed his gun and a shot rang out.

I gasped as Aaron fell backward onto the ground, blood trickling from the bullet hole in his forehead. Anna, Josh, Victoria, and Austin all started screaming. Jennifer and Stacey just sat there, staring at Aaron's body as tears streamed down their faces.

Why Aaron? He was a good soul; he didn't have any of the black marks that I did. The only thing he was guilty of was caring too much. I should be the one with a bullet lodged in me right now, not Aaron.

He should have just kept his mouth shut! Anger quickly replaced my heart clenching sorrow. No one was allowed to hurt my friends. And Trujillo needed to pay for what he just did. All I wanted to do was scream and call Trujillo every name in the book before I shot him in cold blood like he just did to Aaron. Except I needed to stick with the plan if I was going to get the rest of my friends out all right.

I tried to hide my emotions. "What do you want?" I asked, happy that my voice came out even.

"Why, you mistake my intentions, Jaycee. You see, I don't want anything." His smile turned evil. "I already have it."

He turned to his men again and asked, "¿Está preparada?" [Translation: Is it ready?]

"Sí, señor," one of his men replied. [Translation: Yes, sir.]

"Muy bien. Entonces comencemos," Alberto said cheerfully. [Translation: Very good. Then let us begin.]

He turned to me, returning the barrel of the gun to my temple. "Up." I did as he asked, this time holding my tongue from the sarcastic comment I wanted to say. He needed to think he had broken me. He forced me over to a door leading to a different room. There was a window looking into the room, and I could see a chair with multiple wires hooked to it. That didn't look good.

"Belleza, no?" Trujillo asked. "We got it a couple weeks ago, but haven't been able to test it yet." He gazed at me, "Shame really, that you are the first to volunteer." Again, I bit my tongue to keep the sarcasm from coming out. [Translation: Beauty, no?]

"You must be awfully tired after taking out so many of my men. Go on, take a load off," Trujillo said, gesturing to the open doorway. When I didn't immediately move, he jammed his gun into my back and shoved me forward. I fell onto the chair, pushing myself up into a seated position. One of Trujillo's men came forward and untied my hands only to hook them in metal cuffs on either side of the chair. Something was slid into my hand and then all of Trujillo's lackeys left the room.

Trujillo yelled down to all my friends who were watching us, "I hope you said your goodbyes, ladies and gentlemen. And now," he turned back to me with one last evil smile on his face, "It's time to watch the show." With that he turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The door locked and I could hear him laughing as he walked down the steps. "Comienzas!" he shouted gleefully. [Translation: Begin.]

After a couple minutes when nothing happened, he shouted again, "¿Por qué está sucediendo nada?" [Translation: Why is nothing happening?]

I couldn't help myself. "Are you sure you plugged the electric chair in?" I asked.

The look of shock on his face as he saw me standing in the open doorway was priceless. "¿Cómo? How did you get out?" he shouted, outraged and confused. [Translation: How?]

"Didn't you know?" I shouted cheerfully. Right on schedule, the lights in the warehouse went out. When they came back on not even two minutes later, Trujillo was looking around, trying to find me. "I'm Houdini!" I whispered.

"Tonto!" he yelled, turning around with his fist flying, trying to hit me. I dodged easily, ducking under it and rolling around him to pop back up behind him. I kicked him in the back, sending him forward to sprawl on the ground.

"Out of practice, Trujillo?" I asked, enjoying it way too much.

Some of his men came at me, and I took them out easily. They might be good with guns, but get up close in hand-to-hand combat and they didn't stand a chance. His men went down and I grabbed a gun off one of them before turning back around to face Trujillo.

I turned, my smile falling as I saw him. He had struggled to his feet and was standing with his gun pointed directly at me. A shot rang out and I heard my friends scream behind me.

I smirked and said, "You missed." Then, I aimed my own gun and pulled the trigger.

Blood starting flowing from Trujillo's chest, right over his heart. He stared at me, shock on his face at having lost his own game. "That was for Aaron, you piece of trash."

After one last look at Trujillo's bloody form, I turned and ran over to my friends. Without a single word, I pulled out a knife and cut their bindings. Drake, Taylor, and Jaxon stood up, but the others just sat there, all of them still crying.

When it became obvious that they weren't going to move, Drake and Taylor walked over and forced them all to their feet. We started walking away when Jennifer exclaimed, "We can't just leave him here!"

I looked her directly in the eye, burying all of my emotions down deep, and said, "We have to." I took the lead, heading for a back entrance of the warehouse. The recruits were behind me, being hurried along by Drake and Taylor. Jaxon brought up the rear, covering our escape.

More of Trujillo's men came after us, one after another. They went down in seconds with a bullet through the brain.

It took me a while to navigate the warehouse with men jumping in and cutting off our route. Too long, it was taking us too long to get out. We rounded a corner and I almost cheered with joy. I rushed out the door, everyone following. Someone rounded the edge of the building coming towards us and running quickly. I raised my gun, taking aim.

"Don't shoot!" he shouted, alarmed by the gun pointed at him.

"Jesus! What took you so long?" I asked, lowering my gun when I saw who it was.

"I'm sorry. Next time I break every single rule and face death to help out some chick I barely know, I'll be sure to hurry in killing the people I've called friends for the last four years," he responded.

"Alright, no need to be so sarcastic," I said.

He just shook his head before dropping some keys in my hand and saying, "Our ride is this way." He looked at the people behind me and added, "We should all fit, even though I was only counting on us two."

"Okay, here is your pocket knife back," I said, handing him the knife he had slipped into my hand earlier so I could get out of the electric chair.

"You're welcome, by the way, for saving your life and all," he joked.

With that, he took off in the direction he had pointed. I started to go after him, but paused. I had just gone in expecting to die and instead, I made it out. I motioned for the everyone to go ahead of me and follow him. They did, running passed, me. Jaxon stopped, looking at me with worry.

Before I could change my mind, I put my hands on either side of his face and kissed him. I pulled back after a second and whispered, "You really should have asked me to go with you." Then, I turned and took off after my friends, Jaxon right behind me.

We reached the van and stopped outside. For some reason, the world was spinning really fast. I fumbled for the keys Jesus had given me when the world started spinning even faster. The keys fell from my grasp and I think I fell to.

"Jay!" Jaxon shouted, rushing forward and catching me before I hit the ground. "What happened?" His expression turned from confusion to understanding when he pulled his hand away from me and found it coated in blood. Jaxon quietly stated, "Trujillo didn't miss."

I shook my head, making the world spin even faster than before.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Drake demanded, worry clouding his voice.

"I needed to get you guys out of there," I mumbled, black spots starting to dance in my vision.

Drake was cut off from arguing when Jesus hurriedly said, "Guys, we need to get out of here. Like, now!"

Everyone looked behind us to see a lot of people running towards us looking very mad and very armed. Drake cursed before grabbing the keys from where I dropped them and unlocking the van. Everyone loaded in and Jaxon picked me up before carefully laying me on the back seat.

As soon as the door closed, Drake hit the gas and propelled us down the street and away from the warehouse. All of us were silent as we sped down the road.

After a couple minutes, Drake let out a relieved breath and said, "We're in the clear."

"Yeah, well, your sister won't be if we don't get her to a hospital immediately," Jaxon said.

"That's where we are headed right now," Drake said, worry still in his voice as he glanced back at me in the rear view mirror.

No one said anything for a couple more minutes as Drake broke every traffic law trying to get us to the hospital. Finally, I said, "I'm thinking of retiring."

Taylor laughed, but tried to stop. A couple seconds later, my brother joined in. The recruits did too and soon everyone was laughing, even though it lacked true humor. I chuckled a little, but stopped when it sent a wave of pain through me. Jaxon just shook his head, a tear trailing down his cheek as he looked down at me.

The black spots finally took over, and I closed my eyes, the image of Jaxon staring down at me the last thing I saw.