They say the truth sets you free.
But they’re wrong.
So
wrong.
Ice clapped her hands once. “Now, I
think everyone’s on the same page. So what do we do with the both of you now?”
I stayed silent. I don’t want to
think. I don’t even know what to
think. My lungs seem to be suffocating as I stared at nothing trying to set my
mind straight. I just want to get away from here. I have to. Tears were still unconsciously falling from my eyes. I
refused to look at Sky. I just want to open my eyes and out that everything was
just a dream. I’d do anything for
that to happen.
Ice continued speaking. “I really want
to kill La Brea right now. You’ve caused enough trouble, and not to mention
that you look like you don’t care if you live or die.” He didn’t respond,
hollowed eyes staring right past her. “Brighten up, Sky! You don’t have to
carry the burden anymore! I can’t imagine how painful that must be for you but
frankly, I don’t see why you’re so affected by it.
No response.
“I’ll just have a monologue then.
Fine. Considering you only have a few more minutes to live, you should at least
spill everything you know – the location, Sky. I still need it.” She sighed
when Sky said nothing. “I’m losing my patience here. It could be cleaner if you
just tell me – you’ll die either way, so no pressure. I obviously can’t kill
Ryne; she’s too valuable – ”
“Go to hell.” Sky suddenly stirred to
life a little. “Don’t you dare touch her.”
Ice smiled. “Wrong move.” Then she
strode over to me, pulling me by the hair. I struggled to no avail and then she
stood still. “Do you know how much bullets a human body can take without dying?
It’s a surprising number actually – ”
“No
– ”
She pressed the wounds on my wrists
and I felt excruciating pain. I heard Sky say as I howled in pain. “Stop it! Hurt me, not her – ”
“Just tell me where they are and you don’t – ”
she never finished the sentence as the warehouse metal doors shot open and
bullets were everywhere. Everything was a blur. I felt Ice’s body jerk behind
me and she let go, almost felling to the ground from the stomach shot she had.
She immediately poised her gun as chaos erupted when her men joined the fray.
But she didn’t point it at me.
Sky.
My feet was carrying me to her
direction and right before she pulled the trigger, I ran straight towards her
and her aim was thrown off, the bullet hitting one of her men.
“Bitch! You – ”
A bullet whizzed past my ear and it
hit her straight in the chest and she fell abruptly to the ground, like a
marionette with its strings cut off. I can’t breathe and my body was still
aching and all I saw was the gun in her dead hand and the next thing I remember
was grabbing it. I stood up and took cover behind the pile of sacks.
Who should I get away from?
I clicked the gun in my hand and
raised it to aim but I felt a hand covering my mouth. I kicked and struggled
and I blindly aimed my gun behind my head and without thinking, I pulled the
trigger.
His limp arms fell to his sides and he
crumpled to the floor, dead. One of Ice’s people. I stepped over the body and
backed away from the scene unfolding in front of me – an open almost-war image
and total disarray. I whipped my head around and started running away, further
inside the warehouse where hopefully, there are no people waiting for me. I
passed through numerous building materials and construction necessities. And
then suddenly, there were two string arms holding my upper arms.
Two familiar hands.
“Let go of me!”
“I need to protect you – ”
“I’ve had enough of your protecting, Sky. Just – ” he cuffed my
wrists and I screamed in frustration. “Xav and the others are taking care of
it, we need to go – ”
“I hate you all! And we’re not going
anywhere – ” then he covered my mouth with a handkerchief in his hand and
started dragging me away. Fuck this!
I tried to hold on to something with my feet but in vain. This is the second
time I’ve been kidnapped by this person and I don’t want it.
Sky accidentally pressed my wounds and
I shrieked painfully, muffled by the cloth on my mouth.
“Oh, God.” Abruptly, he released the
hindrance to my mouth and pushed me behind a pile of crates, stacked high and
wide enough not to be seen by anyone watching. Gunshots and grenade explosions
can still be heard from here, shaking the ground slightly.
“Uncuff me – ”
“Stay still and don’t move.” he
pressed my front torso against the boxes and I heard him tearing off a piece of
cloth from his shirt and he started bandaging my wounds. I violently moved my
shoulders. “I don’t need your fucking help – ”
“Your wrists – ”
“Get
away from me!”
He fell silent after that, slightly
pausing the bandaging but quickly resumed doing so, without any sound or
indication that something happened. I exhaled slowly. This is hopeless.
Once the bleeding was stopped and my
wound was temporarily secure, he pushed me forward once again, pulling his gun
out and perusing the nearby surroundings before stepping further. I pursed my
lips and didn’t even bother to speak. I was afraid I’d start crying when I do
and that can’t happen.
In no time, we were already outside,
just as the sun was setting. Sky led me to a Porsche but I stopped in my tracks
halfway. I called out, “Dash?”
Barking instantly sounded from behind
the car and I sped towards it, almost dragging Sky. Then there he was, tied to
the rear view mirror, unharmed. Without words being said, Sky immediately freed
Dash and opened the backseat and ushered my dog in, never letting go of his
grip on me. Then he faced me and opened the shotgun seat.
“In.” he said emotionlessly.
When I did not move a muscle, he
pushed me into the seat and didn’t even bother to uncuff my wrists, As he
closed the door, I breathed in hard, closing my eyes. I put my knees up to
myself and I lay with my head there, hands still bound on my back. I hate this.
After a few seconds, he opened the
other side of the car and settled in, starting the engine in an instant. He
didn’t speak.
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