Dedication: ObsessedMuch_YAS [for making a cover]

*Ashton's POV*

Now, I wasn't the brightest person, but I wasn't extremely stupid either. I knew better than to meet with Devin unarmed. I had to go prepared. I was determined to get Luke out alive and keep myself from going to prison.

While looking around, I saw this one ice cream stand and the vendor was using an ice pick, trying to get any ice off of the inner sides of his ice cream cart.

I waited by a nearby wall, smoking one cigarette until I saw the ice cream guy set the pick down to serve this couple some ice cream. I threw the cigarette onto the ground, stomping on it and then approached the stand casually.

To make sure their attention was completely distracted, I stood by the girl and calmly whispered, "There's a roach in your ice cream."

"What?!" the girl exclaimed, jumping back and screaming incoherent words. Her boyfriend and the ice cream man seemed confused when she was practically having a panic attack. As this happened, I snatched the pick up and then walked away like nothing happened.

Holding the pick upside down, I checked to see how sharp the end was. I let my finger touch the tip, hardly pricking myself in the process. It wasn't the sharpest pick, but it was good enough for me to use to defend myself and Luke. It's no gun, but it was better than nothing.

I checked the time to see that it was already noon and I was finally where I was told to be. The building used to be a blade warehouse where it sold, well, blades. Of course, the business relocated to a more populated area, and no one's claimed the building since.

I wasn't sure how I was going to conceal the pick from Devin if he saw me. I couldn't just put it in my pocket, because it'd easily fall out. I couldn't put it in my backpack either, because I needed easy and quick access to the small weapon. So I decided to clutch it in my hand, hopefully I can conceal it from Devin's sight.

I stepped up to the front entrance and pushed and pulled the doors, but they didn't budge. How was Devin supposed to expect me to get inside if the doors are locked? There had to be another way in.

My feet took me around the building, seeing that there was a large hole in the wall, like someone decided it was a good idea to ram a wrecking ball against the bricks. Whatever. At least it's some sort of entrance inside.

I quietly moved inside, keeping myself close to the walls so I didn't have any blind spots around me. I strained my ears to listen for the smallest noises so I could find out exactly where Devin was holding Luke hostage.

Sounds of someone grunting were heard and I stopped walking just to figure out where it was coming from. I heard it from my right side, so I hurried in that direction.

I approached another door, but this one looked busted. I placed a shaky hand on it and pushed the door farther, and it emitted a creaking noise. I tensed at how loud it was, but then the noises I heard earlier were now louder and sounded much closer.

Once the door was wide open, my eyes gazed into the room and right there I saw Luke, tied down to a chair and gagged and he was struggling to break free.

"Luke!" I whisper shouted and then his blue eyes looked up at me, widening. He must be relieved to see me. I rushed over to him, but he was frantically shaking his head.

I pulled the cloth from around his mouth down and he immediately whisper-shouted, "You shouldn't be here! You need to get out!"

"What? Why?" I asked in confusion while I attempted to cut the ropes by stabbing it multiple times with the ice pick. "I'm trying to to rescue you!"

"It's a trap! Get out while you still can-"

A gun went off and I threw my arms around Luke as if I was going to protect him. Once everything had calmed down, I turned myself around and saw Devin, the gun pointing upwards.

He just admired the gun before putting it back in his holster. He glanced over at me and smirked.

"So... you really did come," he said, stepping closer to me and Luke, "and all for him, too."

The hand that was holding the ice pick was hidden behind me as I stood in between the psychopath and Luke. "Okay, I don't know exactly who the hell you are, but you didn't need to drag Luke into this."

"Don't know who I am?" He laughed and I was just confused. "You'll know me as the guy who finally turned in the thief of two years to the FBI."

"More like psychotic. You threatened to blow Luke's brains out!"

"I'm not stupid. Killing someone is far worse than stealing, didn't you know? The worst I would've done is hurt him, but I wouldn't kill him, no."

"J-Just untie Luke."

Devin squinted at me before he slowly walked over to us. I moved away, giving Luke a smile that said that everything was going to be okay. I wasn't going to let Devin hurt Luke.

And I certainly wasn't going to let him turn me in.

I watched as Devin pulled out a knife from his pocket and I was getting worried that he wouldn't keep his word. He went behind Luke and started cutting the ropes slowly. Once Luke was unbinded, Devin stepped away and Luke stood up, looking around for me. A wide grin made its way onto my face when he started walking towards me.

However, Devin seemed to have other plans when he pulled Luke back with his arm wrapped around his neck and the sharp side of the knife under his chin.

Luke's face immediately turned into a look of fear as his hands gripped at Devin's arm, trying to pull it off.

"What the hell!" I shouted, my hold on the ice pick tightening as I was prepared to pull it out at Devin. "Let him go!"

"You know what I hate more than thieves?" Devin said. "Cheaters. Especially when this guy cheats on someone I sincerely care about."

Luke whimpered when Devin pressed the blade even more against the underside of his chin. I was getting angrier by the second and I was trying my hardest to refrain myself from attacking Devin.

But then Devin left a cut on Luke's skin, some blood coming out and that's when I lost it.

"You fucking bastard!" I shouted, pulling out the ice pick and ran right at Devin. He looked over at me and shoved Luke towards me. He ran off into the darker part of the room and I quickly dropped the ice pick so I could catch Luke from falling.

Unfortunately he fell on top of me and we just stared with wide eyes at each other. He quickly scrambled off of me and I propped myself up on the back of my arms, looking around for the ice pick that I had dropped. Once I found it, I picked up and stood up onto my feet, looking around to see if I could spot the psychotic bastard himself.

"Get down!" Luke shouted, throwing himself on top of me as a gunfire went off. "We need to get out!"

"Nobody's going anywhere!" Devin shouted. "Not Ashton, at least!"

"Luke, go!" I said, pushing him off of me and I quickly got back onto my feet, prepared to fight Devin even though he had a knife and gun while I only had an ice pick.

"Wait," Luke said, grabbing my wrist. I looked back at him, not wanting to talk because right now he was in a place where he could get severely hurt. "Your name's... Ashton?"

I gulped but nodded as I said, "H-Hi."

Devin shot at us again, hitting me in the back of my shoulder. My hand flew up to where he had hit me and I cried out in pain.

I looked up at Luke and ordered, "Get out of here! Now!"

He protested, "B-But-"

"Go!"

Without saying anything else, he ran off and I turned my head to see Devin holding the gun right at me.

"Now your cheater of a boyfriend knows who you really are," he said, grinning evilly. "Stay where you are while I get you ready to take you to the FBI."

"As fucking if!" I shouted, flipping the ice pick around so the sharp end was directed towards Devin and I charged right at him.

By the time I was a few feet in front of him, another gunshot was heard and then-

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AN: The end.

But wait. There's more.

Until next time.