~3rd Pov~
The three captives were left in confusion. Did their captor just leave them behind in an underground base loaded with weaponry. They flicked that off their mind and started frantically rummaging around. They were in desperate need for any sharp item to cut their ropes. A box clunked to the ground, they froze and waited for a noise. Hearing nothing their eyes avert to the cluster of junk littering the floor. They all bent down and began plucking through the items.  Brock found a sharpened knife in a leather casing. He picked it up from behind him and fumbled with it, trying to get the leather off.
Finally the leather case flung off the top of the blade. He then began slicing his rope. Every time the rope went back and forth it made a displeasing noise. Brock cut through the rest of his and moved on to Y/n's. Her rope cut through easily. He swiftly moved to Jon's. Once the last thread tore off and slithered to the floor, the group split up to search for fire arms that they could get their hands on. They planned to meet back right where they were left.

Y/n went off to the right, she walked around for a bit before stumbling across a suspicious office. Curious, she stepped inside. The office was small, with a huge window looking into a meeting room. Surprisingly the office fit a large desk and large filing cabinet. First she walked around the desk, she searched the drawers finding nothing but paper work. Which she found very odd for a torture lair. Then she got on her knees and scanned for any usual thing under the desk. Unsuccessful she rose up and walked over to the filing cabinet.
She stopped in her tracks, then walked backwards. She heard an odd creaking in the floor board. A huge rug covered the area. She kneeled down and lifted up the rug taking a peek underneath. The wooden boards were off colored. She took the rug off and set it beside her. Then she dug her fingernails into the floorboards and yanked upwards. A hug tile flung up into her hands. She tossed it aside and let her jaw drop.
Inside the secret hiding place she found loads of weapons and ammunition. Beneath all of that was stacks and stacks of money.

She reaches in and pulled out a handgun and two machine guns. She checked the ammo for each gun. Then carefully she set the tile back on and draped the rug over. From the desk she took a book and placed it in the center of the rug. That's for if they need to come back here.
She pranced out of the room and down the silent corridors finding her way back. The two men stood there waiting empty handed. She grinned and gave them the machine guns. Her handgun was tucked in her belt.
"Let's go find that motherfucker." Delirious gritted. They nod and begin to walk down the corridor side to side. Walking in pride and confidence. Wide strides, straight faces. Their arms brushed up against one another. Like if their arms disconnected they would be alone.
Shouting echoed through the empty hallways. They all stopped and stared at each other. The three sprinted down the long hallway that curved into a circle. They abruptly stop and slam their backs into a wall. Sneakily Delirious pokes his head out and looks.
Jordan was holding her gun up at the crew. The crew drew their guns and pointed them at her gaining a small chuckle from her.
Vanoss stepped forward.

"Where are our friends?!" He questioned the girl who stood before him. He looked serious. His eyebrows scrunched down and his lips pursed into a straight line. Jordans face went blank and realization hit her. She heard a gun cock behind her. She whipped around, her brown hair slicing her face. Without hesitation she pulled the trigger.

Blood splattered the ground. Delirious's gun slowly dropped from his hand as he gripped his stomach. Jon fell dramatically to his knees. Y/n screamed in horror and anger. She rushed to Jon's aid. Laying him down she looked up at Jordan. Flames coming out of her eyes.

She demanded Brock to take care of him. Brock took her place. She rose up slowly and pulled out her gun. She shot Jordan over and over again until her gun had no more ammunition. Y/n breathed out heavily and dropped her gun. She ran over to Delirious whose eyes were slowly closing. His life hanging by a loose thread.
"No stay with me Delirious!" Y/n yelled. His eyes averted wearily up to her. Tears were forming rapidly in her eyes.
"It's okay Y/n." His voice sounded just like that time when he was sick, it was raspy. Y/n remembered. "It'll be okay, you'll be okay." He coughed. "Vanoss will take good care of you." he smiled. "You two were meant for each other. I always shipped you two." Y/n blushed as she wiped her tears.
"Please stay with me Jon." Y/n said softly. The crew gathered around Delirious.
"Guys take care of her for me." 
He said. "And don't stop doing what you're doing. Keep having fun. Do not mourn over me." Everybody was crying. His eyes were barely open, but they could see his life leave him. Y/n screamed in anger and sadness. The group of guys huddled around her, surrounding her in hugs. She weeped and bawled her eyes out.
She pounded her fists into the ground to let out her anger.
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She sat there for what felt like hours next to him. Not talking, facial expression blank. Under her eyes were dark eye bags, like she stayed up all night. Silently she rose, arms firmly at her sides. Her lips were chapped and pale as if she were sick. She turned to the guys, who were all sitting down waiting patiently.

"We can leave, if you guys want." Y/n said weakly. Her skin looked ghost like, pale and creamy. She sniffled. The men stood up and walked before her. Until it the only one left was Craig.
"Are you coming?" He asked. She nodded.
"I just need a few more minutes. Tell the guys for me." Y/n said. He nodded and walked away. Leaving her and her own thoughts.
She turned to Delirious, whom lies still. "I'll see you soon Jonathan" She says. She kneels down and kisses his forehead gently. "Rest in peace." She stood up and left. She wanted to take his body and bury him in the most prettiest field, filled with lively flowers whose scent smelled of lavender, lavish trees whose bulky leaves were colors of all sort, and nature whose deer trot above him while he peacefully sleeps. But the guys said that they'll take care of his body. They don't want me to feel his cold skin. Or see his blood stained shirt.
But she wishes to, just so she can feel him one last time. To see his face once last time. Him in her heart is not enough, she needs him there with her. She needs him.
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