88 - Time to Sing

**Aurora POV**

I am again awoken by hands on my wrists. I look up and see my father with brass keys in his hands. He has a terrified look on his face.

**BOOM! **

"Oh, my sweet child. I am so sorry!" He says sympathetically, he moves a stray piece of my bloody hair out of my face. I see water brimming his eyes. "I thought if I could get close to him, pledge my services, I could keep him away from you! I was so wrong. I'm so sorry baby. We have to hurry!" He whispers to me as he continues to unlock the chains around my bloody body.

He helps me up, my body aching and I groan in pain. My knees are weak as I clutch onto his body for support. He kisses the side of my face gently.

"I love you Aurora!" He tells me. "I love you too Daddy" I barely get out.

We stumble through the steel door and make our way down the corridors. I am very slow as my whole body is screaming in pain and my muscles feel numb. Before we reach the main stairs, we freeze in our place and my father grabs the gun from behind his back.

"Well, well, well!" Says the nightmare asshole we have all come to loathe. "Looks like I found my traitor! I should have known it was you!" He seethed between his teeth.

"You are not worthy of the title you hold. Your ancestors are turning in their graves" My father spits back fiercely, putting his body protectively in front of me. I clutch onto his shirt tightly.

"Hand over Aurora and I will make your slow death a little less painful!" Dimitry says calmly. I hear his footsteps slowly descending the stairs. There are still lots of popping sounds coming from the door.

"I should have killed you years ago. You will never have my daughter. Fuck. YOU!" My father screams and then lifts his gun. I then see the flash of a gun and my father falls to the ground. I scream "Daddy!" And drop to the ground next to him. I roll his body over to me and see he has a large blood stain on his chest, and his breathing is shallow. I hold him tightly as fresh hot tears leave my eyes and I start to shake.

"I just got you back!" I say to him. He reaches his hand up to my face, gently caressing my swollen cheek with his thumb. "I never left you pumpkin. I have always been there, watching from the shadows, trying to protect you. I am SO proud of you!"

He takes a few more shallow breaths and I try to put pressure on the wound, he grimaces. "I love you daddy!" I whisper out through my sobs. It's like I was a kid all over again. I watch as his breath quickens and then he goes limp in my arms, a final breath leaving his body.

Before I can continue to mourn my father, strong arms come around my torso to haul me up and pull me towards the stairs. I still hear lots of popping sounds. We cross the threshold of the basement door and I hear continuous gunshots. The once immaculate shining castle is now full of rubble and smoke. The beautiful crystal chandelier is shattered on the tile floor below our feet. Men dressed in black armor are off in the distance, with heavy guns pointed and firing.

Dimitry raises his gun and fires a few shots as he backs us both towards the back of the house. POP! POP! POP!
He pushes me roughly against the wall and hits a button. Soon steel doors open up beside me and he roughly pulls me inside before the doors close just in time for a few bullets to ricochet off the wall.

We are in an elevator and going up.

A few moments later, the doors open to a hallway adorned remarkably similar to the hallway I once saw but we are certainly not stopping to look at the artwork!

He leads me in a death grip on my neck to a set of stairs and we eventually make our way outside. While I am huffing and puffing trying to catch my breath since my ribs are bruised, I see Dimitry shoot a panel on the wall. Sparks fly like a small firecracker.

He proceeds to grab me once again and places me in the crease of his arm, pointing the gun at my head. My body is sore, I feel weak from the loss of blood, yet I feel rage coursing through my bones. He leads me to the side of the building. We are waiting for something.

I can see several buildings on fire below, lots of people scurrying about.

As the wind whips around us from the incoming blades of a helicopter above us and the sounds of hellfire raining below, I take a moment to silently wish I could see the faces of the men that I should hate but all I want is for them to embrace me in their strong arms and coo sweet nothings in my ear one more time.

I am pulled out of my head by the hot, wet, and rank tobacco breath of Dimitry "I am so looking forward to breaking every last bit of hope in you my pet. I will quench your fire and make you the slave you are meant to be." I was already fuming. How dare he! But before I could retort, I heard an explosion and the metal door we came through busted open in a heap of sparks. Out of the smoke, with guns raised, all clad in black like smoking hot fucking ninjas came my men. I could see Jason, Charlie, and Kai. A few cuts and bruises littered their faces and lots of blood splattered their bodies, but they were here. For me! My men!

My moment of hope was interrupted by this little bitch, who tightened his hold even more, cutting my circulation in my throat a bit just as the helicopter landed on the roof across the building. A strong wind hits our faces like a solar blast. He breathes down my neck and says in a loud whisper "Say goodbye to your worthless shit men. You are mine and they are about to die!"

I see countless men coming up in droves behind my men, they have their guns trained on my men and I can't help but scream "JASON! WATCH OUT!" He immediately turns behind him along with Charlie and Kai, and in an instant, they are all able to dodge the raining fire of bullets.

I see a bullet hit Kai's shoulder. “NO!”

"Enough!" I yell out. I begin to struggle in his grip.

I can wiggle enough so that his grip is loosened. This son of a walking slugworm just spent the last two days torturing me. How dare he claim me as his. How dare he threaten my family. How dare he take away everyone I love. I see rage. And I find strength in my anger.

I raise my right foot and with all my strength kick him backward right in the kneecap. He screams in pain and goes to hold his knee with both hands. “That was for my mom!”

I turn around and yell “This is for my dad!” Then I quickly backhand his face and watch his head whip to the other side. Blood coats his lips.

He sticks his hand out with his gun. I don't hesitate and do a cool Jackie Chan arm swirl around his arm, putting his gun under my arm before bringing my knee up and pulling his arm down at the same time, effectively cracking his elbow joint. He drops his gun. Draco taught me that move. “that was for my aunt!”

I think about Ben and how much blood I saw when he was shot. WHACK! I give him a mean right hook. I think about Jason. Charlie. Kai. Smack! I use both my fists to pile and drive them into his shoulder.

I think about my life. I bring my open palms together and smack his ears and he is visibly discombobulated.

I think about all the pain he has caused so many people. I roughly kick at his ankles. I go for his knee again, making him scream in more pain.

I look over and see another bullet hit Charlie's leg! A spray of blood flies out of his wound like a Jackson Pollock painting. There are too many men.

I hear snickering in front of me, and he reaches for me so he can pull me toward the waiting helicopter on the other side of the building. No. More. Ms. Nice. Aurora!

It’s time to sing. I step into him and spin around using my elbow to thrust into his gut. Not once, not twice but 4 times! He grabs my waist once more trying to hold on.

I use his body as an anchor to lift my whole fragile body and slam it down on his foot. He howls out and steps back. I turn back around and using the technique Kai taught me, I shove the palm of my hand to his nose and thrust upward, once, twice, three times. He screams and brings his hands to his nose, blood is gushing out. He takes a few steps back and almost slips on the edge of the roof.

"I will NEVER be YOURS!" I scream.

If his glare could kill, I would be up in flames with a litter of bullets in my body. He pulls his spare gun from his holster, but I see something he doesn't.

I scream like a battle cry and raise my foot and kick him so hard in the groin. He falters in his step and like a slow-motion picture he flails his arms as he flies over the edge.

I watch as horror fills his blood-soaked face, but he still raises his gun as he begins to fall.

BANG.