AmericaXReader chapter 6 According to plan

AmericaXReader
The things we do for love
Chapter 6: According to plan

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     "You really are predictable Jones." A cold voice from the door way said. Alfred whipped around, pushing you protectively behind him.
     "Ah Beilschmidt, nice of you to join us." Alfred said in an unusually cold voice. You had never heard him speak that way before, and it made you feel a little more panicked. You peeked around him to see what was going on and gasped. Ludwig was standing in the door way a gun pointed at Alfred. Your eyes widened in fear. Alfred and Ludwig glared at each other in silence for a long moment.
     "I knew you'd come." Ludwig said quietly.
     "Yeah 'bout that dude, you really need to tighten security around here. I practically waltzed through." Alfred said with a bit of his usual cockiness back in his voice.
     "That was all part of the plan dummkopf, und you played right into my hand."* He said an evil grin twitching at the corners of his mouth. 'Shit this can't be good…' you thought. Alfred was thinking along the same lines. His eyes were flicking from the gun in Ludwig's hand to Ludwig himself, to the door and back.
     "Shit…" he muttered realizing that you were trapped. Ludwig laughed.
     "You see? There's no way out. It'll be a pleasure killing you." He said coldly. "Und to think, this was all for a stupid girl. I say again Jones, predictable." Your heart raced. 'Kill him? No! He can't do that!' you thought.
     "She's not a stupid girl!" Alfred shouted at him, "And I'll tear you apart for hurting her."
     "Halt das maul!"* The German shouted and pulled the trigger of the gun. There was a loud 'bang!' Alfred ducked out of the way of the bullet, pulling you with him. However he didn't move quite fast enough. The bullet grazed his upper arm ripping through him jacket.
     "Dammit!" he grunted glancing down at his arm seeing blood already staining his brown jacket red.  You gasped seeing the blood. 'No, no, no! This can't be happening!'
     "Scheiße! Ich habe verpasst!"* Ludwig said looking completely shocked. Taking advantage of his momentary confusion, Alfred slammed his fist into the side of the German's face causing him to stumble sideways dazed and confused.
     "Bet you didn't plan on that!" Alfred snarled. "C'mon!" he grabbed your hand and ran past Ludwig through the door.
     "Do you know where you're going?" you said following him up a flight of stairs.
     "Not really, just move!" he said. 'Running blind…great.' You couldn't see how the situation could get any worse, but you didn't really care at the moment. All you wanted was to put as much distance between you and Ludwig as possible. You and Alfred run through the dimly lit hallways that twisted and turned in different directions. Alfred rounded a corner and skidded to a stop panting.
     "I-I think w-we lost him." He said. He winced and grabbed his arm.
     "Al? A-are you a-alright?" you asked breathing hard. He nodded and gave you a reassuring smile.
     "Yeah I'm fine." He said "The bullet just grazed my arm. It could have been worse; it just stings like a bitch." He glanced up at the wall and saw that there was another sign there that pointed the way to the exit. He smiled. "Ah look, the exit! I knew it was around here some…" he broke off mid-word. The sound of running footsteps could be heard coming closer. "Dammit! I thought that it would take him longer to catch up."
     "W-well c'mon then! We can't just stand here!" you said tugging on his are trying to convince him to move.
     "You make a run of it. I'll go distract him. It'll give you a chance to get away." He said looking into your (eye color) eyes. You looked at him confused. He couldn't really be telling you to leave him in this place, could he?
     "No!" you shook your head angrily. "I'm not gonna leave you here! You'll get yourself killed!" he took you face in his hands again.
     "(name) listen to me…" he started.
     "No! I won't do it!" you said. You could feel tears on your face again. He leaned in and kissed you.
     "I love you (name), so very much, and I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt anymore. So please go! I'll be right behind you, I promise!" he said after he broke off the kiss, and with that he turned and ran towards the sound of the approaching footsteps not giving you a chance to argue any farther. You watched him disappear around a corner with a heavy heart. You glanced in the direction of the exit then back to where Alfred had run off to. 'Like hell I'm leaving him alone.' You thought as you ran after him.
     There were shouts and more gun fire up ahead and you begged your feet to go faster. 'Please, please, please! Let him be alright!' you thought skidding to a halt at the end of a hall. You looked around the corner and saw Ludwig with his gun pointed at Alfred again advancing on Alfred who had his back to you.
     "End of the line Jones." Ludwig snarled.
     "Alfred! Watch out!" you shouted. As if in slow motion, you leaped out into the hall pushing Alfred out of the way just as Ludwig pulled the trigger. The shot echoed through the hall. At first it seemed like he missed again, but a second later the worst pain you had ever felt flooded through your body. You crumpled to the ground clutching at your side. You felt something warm on your hand and pulled it way to find it covered in blood.
     "(name)!!" Alfred shouted. He dropped to his knees beside you his panicked face hovering above yours. See him look so scared made you more sacred. Nothing, other than ghosts, ever frightened him. There was a clicking sound and the next thing you saw was a gun being pressed into the side of Alfred's head.
     "Seems like I get two for one." Ludwig said a note of triumph in his voice now. "Sagen sie gute nacht hund."*
     "No…" you said weakly. Before the German had a chance to pull the trigger, Alfred caught his wrist and twisted it. Ludwig grunted in pain and dropped the gun.
     "Fucking bastard!! I'll kill you!!" he shouted jumping to his feet and crashing his fist into Ludwig's face. He backed away holding his nose. Alfred punched him in the gut causing him to double over in pain, then Alfred slammed both his fists onto Ludwig's back sending him sprawling on the floor. Alfred stooped down and picked up the gun that had fallen to the floor and pointed it at Ludwig's head just as he sat up trying to get back on his feet. There was silence for a long moment as both men glared at one another. Alfred's finger twitched threatening to pull the trigger.
     "Al…no. D-don't do i-it." You said weakly trying to push yourself up to a sitting position, but your arms were shaking to bad and you ended up flopping back down on the ground.
     "Give me one reason why I shouldn't." he said coldly not taking his eyes from Ludwig.
     "B-because…" you said wincing as another wave of pain coursed through you, "b-b-because you're not like him." He looked at Ludwig for another long moment.
     "If you ever, even think about hurting her again," he said grabbing the other man's collar and pulling his face close to his, "I won't hesitate to pull the trigger next time." There was a look of fear in the German's eyes just before Alfred hit him in the back of the head with the gun knocking him out. Alfred let him fall to the ground then rushed over to you. "(name)! Are you alright?" he asked dropping to the ground next to you again.
     "I've…I've been better." You grunted still clutching at you side. He scooped you up in his arms.
     "Let's get outta here." He said stepping over the unconscious German.
     "I couldn't agree more." You said feebly feeling as if you were about to pass out. The blood loss was beginning to take its toll on you. Alfred gave you a little shake to keep you awake.
     "No, no. Stay with me (name)." he quickened his pace knowing that you were going to need medical attention as soon as possible. You tried to convince your eyes to stay open, but they kept drooping. "Just hang on!" you heard Alfred's voice say. He sounded so far away, even though you knew he was right there. Unable to fight it anymore, you passed out.