"Think you can take me?" I arched an eyebrow.
"Are you doubting me?" She answered.
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Natalie Perkins, born in London. The FBI is after her for the assassination of fourteen men. All of them brutally murdered one day of the week, all of them left wi...
I let it burn You're no longer my concern Faces from my past return Another lesson yet to learn
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Natalie and I were in the car on our way to this abandoned subway station now. It was quite creepy knowing that we'd be going in blind to this place, but Alex, being a hacker, promised he'd be watching through the street cameras all the time in case anything happened.
Nat was freaking out and I didn't know how to help anymore, she was breathing heavily and she wasn't talking. I knew who Zayn was, which was why I didn't blame her for acting like this, but it just physically hurt me to see her suffering this much.
Fuck, this night was supposed to go well. I really didn't want anything else to happen, it was around three thirty a.m. and I was really fucking tired. I just knew Natalie wouldn't be able to sleep after this.
We were ten minutes away from our destination and none of us were talking, but I was making sure to drive fast enough to be there as soon as possible. I don't know how an abandoned subway station would look at night, but I knew this is the type of shit that happens in movies and these places are supposed to be terrifying.
I was scared, yes. Mostly for Natalie because I knew it was hard getting her out of her head when this kind of stuff happened. And I knew she hated being in her head.
She loved, or at least used to love Zayn, and that was something I couldn't comment on. I had no idea what they had gone through together and I sure as hell wouldn't blame her for caring, I'd care too. I just didn't want her to get hurt, that's all.
I was concerned about Zayn too though. I didn't have any type of relationship with him, I had never even seen him in my life but yet, the thought of him getting killed because of something we did wasn't being kind to me.
Nat was anxious, that I was sure. She kept bouncing her leg up and down and she was chewing on the skin of her lips especially harsher today. I wondered if she realized she was hurting herself.
We were both armed, of course, but I had the feeling we wouldn't have to fight much. It definitely wasn't a good feeling, something about this whole situation just didn't add up to me.
I made sure Natalie knew I was there in case she needed to cry or vent, but she seemed to have shut down completely. She was way too lost in her mind and I knew she'd eventually want to get out, I was just hoping it happened soon because the lost look in her eyes was making me nervous.
I couldn't bring myself to speak, I didn't know what the right thing to say would be in occasions like this and I was scared I'd just make things worse.
"We're here." I cleared my throat, catching Nat's attention.
Her head turned to me in a slight nod and soon, we were both out of our car. I made sure that the gun on the back of my pants was loaded and so did Natalie, and we were ready to kill some motherfuckers.
