Rescued.

Vixxen was woken up hearing a loud bang and a lot of yelling, then she heard gunfire. She stayed on the floor and covered herself, just wanting the nightmare to end. The gunfire kept moving and seemed all around her, but went on for a few minutes.

She heard lots of yelling, and gun shots here and there. Pop, pop, pop. People were screaming and yelling, and the shooting seemed very close. She laid as low on the floor as she could. She heard the casings hitting the floor like in a movie, they sounded close.

When the gunfire ended, a few minutes passed and she heard the door unlock, and a policeman entered the room. "Police don't move!" The officer yelled at her, turning his light around the room and then onto her, "Show me your hands! Show me...holy fuck." The officer said, his tone softening. He crouched down and put his hand on her shoulder softly.

“You are safe ma'am, you are going to be alright."

The officer got on his knees beside Vixxen and looked at the damage as she rolled herself over slowly. "Please don’t shoot me," Vixxen said very weakly as she raised one arm, he could barely hear her with the commotion in the rest of the house. "My arm won't move." She continued. “I can’t move it, it hurts…”

The officer said nothing for a long moment, taking off his jacket and trying to cover her naked body. He could see the bruising in her arm, and a lot of swelling, probably broken.

She had been beaten up badly, and by the look of her, **** as well.

"Jesus fucking Christ," the man whispered, pulling his mask down "We need a fucking medic in here!" He yelled out into the hallway at the top of his lungs. "Right now Goddamnit!"

Vixxen recoiled in fear, he softened his stance and put his hands up to calm here, he hadn’t mean to scare her.

"You are going to be alright ma'am." The police officer said softly as she felt him check her pulse. "They can't hurt you anymore, I am taking you out of this place right now.”

Vixxen started crying, having no words.

The policeman told her his name was officer Wilkins, again assuring she was safe. He was not a large man, maybe 5'8" but while his face was pained, he had a look of great strength about him.

An EMT, and then another joined the officer int he small room and began attending to Vixxen. They turned a light on in the room, and both medics groaned. She was a mess.

“Fucking hell Jack, they almost fucking killed her," One of the EMT's said in shock, drawing a quick rebuke from officer Wilkins.

"Shut your fucking mouth," officer Wilkins hissed in a whisper. "Be a goddamned professional."

The EMT shined lights in her eyes, and she heard them say her right forearm was probably broken. "We are going to need a stretcher in here," One of the EMT's said in a radio. "We have a living victim in here, we need an ambulance,” he was checking her side and saw some serious bruising, and what looked like several broken ribs.

“Check that, we need an airlift,” he said softly into his radio. “And we need it fast. Multiple fractures, breathing sounds bad, possible punctured lung, head trauma, the bruising suggests internal bleeding.”

They carried her out on a stretcher, and the officer Wilkins walked next to them, asking her to close her eyes as they went through the house, she did not object. She held his hand tightly with her left hand.

Maybe two minutes later a helicopter came into view and landed quickly at the cross street at the corner. The medics hurried Vixxen to it on the stretcher.

The officer stayed with Vixxen as the paramedics took her to an helicopter, and rode with her to the closest hospital. It had drawn some complaints, but she was holding on tight to his hand, she wouldn’t let go.

His left hand was all she had in the world right now. Everything else was gone.

In the better light of the helicopter and with the loud noise of the spinning rotor, Vixxen could no longer see or hear the officer, but could still feel his hand. She did hear the EMT's talking about her condition as if she weren't there.

"Call it in, we have a likely concussion, broken arm, lots of bruising on the abdomen, likely internal bleeding, possible punctured lung." Fuck this sounded bad, Vixxen was in a haze, but the pain was less than before, maybe they gave her something for it. "The jaw looks out of place, right eye is closed, teeth missing, we have vaginal and anal bleeding as well. We will need a **** kit."

"Any ID?" One of the EMT's asked. "Do we know who she is?"

"None was found," The officer's voice replied gently.

"We need a blood type," The EMT replied harshly, "This woman may need blood. Damnit, fucking animals."

Vixxen had an oxygen mask over her face and felt the mask lift. "What is your name ma'am, do you know your blood type?" One of the EMT's asked her.

"My name," Vixxen tried to reply, but she couldn't think of it. "I don't know," Vixxen cried, it was right there, on her tongue, how could she not know her name. She tasted blood, it tasted terrible.

“Fuck…head trauma, we have a concussion, could be severe, some degree of memory loss,” she heard them say as they lights were dimmed.

Vixxen heard a person up front talk into a radio, repeating her symptoms, calling her Jane Doe. "Jane Doe, unknown blood type. Possible broken arm, possible internal bleeding, broken jaw, orbital bone damage, broken ribs, high-grade concussion, lung puncture and **** victim.”

Officer Wilkins held her hand and said nothing, he didn't know what to say. Those animals had tried to beat her to ****, had **** her brutally, who knows what else they would find wrong with her. He hoped she would live, it had taken him too long to get to her.

Officer Wilkins was surveilling the house she was taken into and saw her carried in over a suspect's shoulder ****. He called it in but was told to wait for backup. He called asking to go in right then alone on exigent circumstances, and was told no.

He called his supervisor and the captain above him, and was told to stand fast, “no cowboy shit Wilkins, we are getting SWAT ready, we will go in heavy.”

It had taken his department almost two hours to agree to go in and to gather SWAT. There was discussion on if he had actually seen them carrying someone, and if they wanted to burn an investigation by hitting a known **** house for one possible victim.

Officer Wilkins was not on the SWAT team, but had been by the past and was allowed to go in with them when they breached the front door.

He felt like this was his fault, he had failed this woman. He had to try and help her.