Hardly had we shut our eyes to kip, when Clark's phone suddenly rang.
We were shocked being 11pm;a call was kind of peculiar.
Clark stretched his arm to get his phone and answer the call.
"Uncle!" he gasped as soon as he picked it.
He was quiet for a moment then swiftly jumped off the bed and put on his and boots.
"Clark, where are you off to? i?" I asked in a tensed tone.
"I'm going to save Uncle Dean. He is in danger. Stay here. I'll be right back. "
" No, stop Clark! I'm coming with you! "I hastily declared before he had left.
" What if something bad happens to you Bethany! " " I'm still coming. Calm down for a sec dear. Don't tell me you're going to a fight with your pajamas and bare handed. We are in this together. I know you are tensed but we still have to think straight. Now let's get ready for this, "I comforted and winked at him, which is a signal he very well understood.
We dressed properly and armed ourselves with our pistols, enough bullets and a dagaa each, now ready to go.
We scramed outside leaving the house under lock and key, got into Clark's car and buzzed off at a supersonic speed.
"Has Uncle Dean informed you of the destination?"
"Yes. I hope they don't hurt them especially Uncle Dean. I can't imagine losing him."
"Don't say that. Nothing of that sort will happen. You gotta have faith in God."
" We are almost there. My map says is a thirty minutes drive from where we are now. "
" This place looks scary. It looks like a forest, "I commented staring outside through the window.
" Of course. Fit for them to conduct their dirty business, "said Clark gnashing his teeth.
Not long after, actually exactly after the thirty minutes,we took a halt at a rather quiet place that we even doubted if there were people there.
"Where could they be Clark?"
"I got no idea. This place is so quiet."
Just then,we heard an ear piercing yell that immediately set us to action.
I followed Clark closely as we hurried our pace towards the direction of the yell.
There,we spotted a large house which we concluded must have been the warehouse Uncle Dean was talking about.
"Bethany,wait for me here and I will go look for Uncle Dean inside," vocalized Clark gently touching my cheeks.
"But no Clark. I won't let you go in there by yourself. You are all I've got in my life. We will live and die together."
"I just don't want you to get hurt."
"I can take care of myself. Let's proceed inside. Ready?"
"Sure. Follow my lead."
Armed with our pistols in hand,we tip toed to the warehouse.
We could hear some noises inside which meant Uncle Dean and his colleagues must have been captured in there.
"Come on this way," whispered Clark.
We carefully creeped inside and behind a huge pillar that was there.
Uncle Dean and his colleagues had been tied up on chairs and were been beaten up brutally.
On the floor,were two dead bodies from Uncle Dean's team.
We could only spot three men but we were sure there were still others in there.
"Are you ready?" whispered Clark.
"Yes. Let's do this."
We put on our gangster masks to avoid being noticed if at all they were working for the Salvadors.
I exited from our hideout, armed with my pistol and Clark as well.
" On your knees!"commanded Clark.
The gigantic men instead roared almost shaking down the house due to their deep voice.
Out of fury, Clark shot one of them at his stomach and he fell down with a thud but what transpired next will forever remain vivid in our mind.
"I'm not going alone," declared the rogue, took a gun he had suspended over his jeans on his waist and pulled the trigger, unfortunately shooting Uncle Dean.
Clark instantly fell on his knees in disbelief as the bullet had gone straight into Uncle Dean's head.
I also grew weak but I gathered my strength and ran to him to confirm if he was still alive.
His eyes were faintly open as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Clark, come over," I called out on Clark who looked as if he was dying the next minute but he trudged to where I was.
"Finish this battle," mumbled Uncle Dean and his eyes closed, meaning he had kicked the bucket.
"Noooooo!" bellowed Clark.
I was also too weak to comfort him.
The mood was so sombre as the fact that Uncle Dean had gone to a land of no return, badly hit us.
Third Person's POV;
Truly,it was such a depressing moment for both Clark and Bethany, especially Clark as they helplessly watched Uncle Dean lay dead in front of their eyes.
All of a sudden,a gun shot was heard followed a sharp moan from Bethany.
On craning his neck backwards, Clark was paralyzed in shock for a moment on seeing Bethany helplessly laying on the floor as blood profusely oozed from her left arm.
"Clark," she hoarsely muttered, being in excruciating pain.
"Bethany!" he gasped.
Just as he was about to go and help her, Clark felt a rather firm grip on his back.
"Who the hell are you people?!" shouted the rogue who had firmly captured him that he could neither resist nor save himself.
"Take off your masks!" he ordered in a rough and commanding tone.
"Please, let me take her to the hospital. Her bleeding is so profound and she's in pain," pleaded Clark, sadly watching the love of his life slowly dying in front of his eyes and he was not in a position to even save her.
By that time, Bethany was already losing consciousness due to the profuse bleeding.
Just when everything seemed impossible, Clark managed to escape from the man's grip,as he suddenly let go of him and fell down with a thud, due to the stabbing he received in his neck.
Without even minding the identity of who had helped him and why, Clark scramed to Bethany, whose eyes were now faintly open.
"Baby, hold on! Nothing bad will happen to you."
"Clark,no need to worry. You can be rest assured that nothing is going to happen to her. She is too powerful to be finished by a single bullet,"uttered the guy who helped a bloody dagaa,that he had used to stab the terrorist.
" Harry!"gasped Clark.
He then took Bethany in his arms and hurriedly ran outside, towards his car as Harry closely tailed them for protection.
There, Clark placed Bethany at the back seat and zoomed off along with Harry to the hospital.
Clark madly drove to the hospital,not minding any traffic rules and regulations.
"Clark,calm down. I can assure you that nothing will happen to Bethany."
"Just shut up and help me here. Go and alert the doctors and I'll carry her inside."
" If only you knew who she really is but it's okay, I'll do as you say,"grumbled Harry and rushed into the hospital's premises, calling out for the nurses to go and attend to Bethany.
In a trice, they went with a wheelchair on which Bethany was placed on and rushed to the emergency room.
"Please help her!" bellowed Clark after which he was locked up outside.
Clark, unable to control his emotions and losing all forms of composure,fell on his knees, crying out loud like a child.
Harry,whose face portrayed nothing but sympathy for Clark tried his best to comfort him, assuring him that everything would be okay, though it didn't seem to work at all.
"Clark, come on,gather your strength. Bethany is so powerful that not even ten bullets in her body can harm her," uttered Harry in a hoarse manner.
Clark gave him a sarcastic look, raising his left eye brow.
"Is that some kind of a joke or something? Then try better because it's so lame," he vocalized angrily.
"I know it sounds unbelievable but Bethany is a very..."
Just then,his words were cut short by Meg who went running towards them.
"Harry,Clark, what happened?"she asked fixing her eyes towards Harry,who stared at her wearily.
"Come on! Tell me what happened Harry!" she insisted.
"An attack from unknown people and Bethany got shot," talked Harry.
"Oh, gosh! How is she? Say something Harry," said Meg, shaking her arms out of shock.
"We don't know yet but the doctors are attending to her now."
"She will be fine. Clark,calm down," she uttered going down in her knees and patting Clark's back.
"Harry, get him some water. He looks dehydrated," said Meg.
Clark's POV;
Do you know the feeling when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel blood dripping?
When you feel like your life is coming to an end?
When you wish that death could just embrace you but still want to be there for the ones you love?
When you feel too helpless to even comfort yourself?
' How could God possibly let this happen? It ain't real! ' I tried hard to convince myself that all that was happening was just some sort of an illusion and not real.
It all seemed unbelievable and I convinced myself that it really was impossible.
Life sacks!