One Last Time

5

Hello lovelies! Thank you so much to everyone who has read this! I was expecting to only get like 10 views max and I already have 22 views! Thank you! I had some trouble coming up with something for this part so its going to be a shorter segment. However I might post a second part today still as well. Anyway, enjoy part 5! 

A/N - The picture is not mine nor do I own any of the characters of Death Note. I put the picture in to give an example of what I imagine Jasper to kind of look like. I imagine him to look like Light from Death Note. You can imagine him however you want though, but if you haven't watch that show, you should. 

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Still Jasper's POV

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Suddenly the siren cuts out and I hear the man repeat himself. "Let the boy go. We will give you the girl." The man behind me freezes and then tenses up again, tightening his grip on the knife again. 

"Liars." I heard him rumble, quiet enough so only I heard him. I started to panic again, he wasn't going to let me go. 

Then as the smoke begins to thin out a bit, I can see a bunch of nurses and doctors standing around a figure in a wheelchair. I also see a man standing with a megaphone to his mouth. He must have been the one talking. Then I see the two men, in all black, both kneeling on the ground around the man with the megaphone. They both have AR-15 rifles against their shoulders and have them pointed at us. More specifically the man behind me. 

I can still feel the blood pouring down my neck from where the knife was dug into my skin. Suddenly I feel really weak, as all of my energy just left my body all at once. I locked my knees to keep from falling over and maybe dying from the knife at my throat. Shit.. I need to get out of here. I'm going to pass out otherwise. Not smart with a sharp object basically in my neck. Then I remembered the scalpel. I had forgotten about it in all the commotion. I slid it down my fingers until the hilt of it was in my palm and the blade was facing down. 

Using what strength I had left I used the hand that didn't hold the scalpel to reach up and grab the mans arm that held the knife. I pushed it hard, away from me and, at the same time, spun and swung my hand that held the scalpel up and towards the man. I felt the small blade of the scalpel hit something but I kept pressure on it and I felt it slide into the mans chest. Then when the blade hit the other side of his chest, I pulled on it and it slid out. Then, like a drunken sailor, I ran towards the man with the megaphone and the doctors, who where all frozen in place. Reaching them, I dropped the scalpel and felt my legs give out. The ground rushed up to meet me and I saw hands reach for me, before everything went black.