Arson

Chapter Four

Alexandria's P.O.V

The cool water that ran over my wounds was like fire. It burned something fierce...so sore. The blood steadily dripped down into the sink, like it had done so many time before.

My hands shook. The pain came in waves, catching me off guard sometimes. It would be over soon.

After I rubbed them with alcohol, I reached for the bandage wraps...only to be met with the feeling of an empty counter top.

"W-Where did-"

"Lookin' for these?"

I jumped at the sound of his voice, whirling around to meet his eyes. The white bandages hung lowly in his grasp...he was like a statue. They barely moved, even when his shoulders arched when he let out air.

"How did you sneak up on me...?"

"Practice. Now, 'bout that information I want..."

"Not getting it."

"Then you don't get these wraps," He hopped up on the island, sitting himself down like he owned the place. "O' course, your guns will go unused. I might take those too, considerin' I need some weapons."

"...Fine," You can mess with me all you want, Castle...but you won't lay a hand on those guns. They're mine! "What do you wanna know?"

"Who gave you Rawlins' name in your book?"

"Some C.I.A Agent. They said to look into him, but I had forgotten all about him because..." I trailed off. "Well, you read my list. You probably know everything about me now."

"Not everythin'. I didn't read it all, just the stuff I wanted to."

"Oh, yeah, because THAT'S relieving..."

"Next question. You're fightin' style, it's similar to a guy I had run into before...do you know him?"

"Yeah, I know Daredevil," My arms started to shake. I needed to put pressure on these wounds before they started their waves again. "He's my friend. Or, at least...I think we are."

"Does he know I'm here? Did you contact him?"

"No, and also no...I'm not a snitch."

He slid off of the island.

"Gimme your wrists..." He said in a sincere tone.

Normally, I would've never trusted this. The man who had hurt me, tied me down, read my stuff...super sketchy. But...his eyes.

A hidden fire of determination and sincerity danced across his vision. I couldn't say no, no matter how hard I tried.

So, my arms slowly lifted.

The wraps were gently placed across them, and he slowly began to tighten them with every round.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, avoiding the burn from his gaze by dropping my own. "First, you try to kill me. Then, the rope burns...but now you're patching me up? It doesn't make sense."

"Nothin' really makes sense. I'm just tryin' to be nice, since I was the cause of all of this."

"Yeah...sure." I mumbled, wincing slightly as he tightened them again.

"You should be fine in a couple of days. Just let 'em heal up and breathe every now and then-"

"I KNOW what to do." I tore my arms away from him, shoving passed him soon after. "This doesn't mean anything, Frank. The sooner we get Micro his family back, the sooner I can be rid of all of this. Bye."

Jerk.

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"How's the resupply going, David?" I pulled up a chair next to him, so I could sit down.

"Pretty good. Now that Wolf is gone, thanks to...well, our new roommate, there's a new person running the Homeland Security." Tap, tap, tap, his fingers glided across the keyboard. Pulling up the plan, he had mapped out the location of the cargo truck, the H.S's plans...everything.

"Perfect."

"So...are you taking Frank?"

"Unfortunately...we'll need you to drive the truck, so you're coming along to."

"Alright," Micro looked over to my weapons. "It's all going down in a few days, and I've tracked another guy that's smuggling rifles. Frank's going to the cargo hold in the morning."

"Good," I huffed. "I'm tired of being watched like a hawk."

Castle was probably watching me right now.

"Oh well. He'll be gone for a couple of hours...maybe I can get more out of him when he comes back."

"I doubt it."

"And look," Micro pulled up the timer he had installed on his failsafe. "We still have a leg up on him."

My smiled deviously twisted.

"Good...you want me to untie you?"

"I mean, I would like it."

My knife slid over the zip ties, effortlessly slicing through. He rubbed his wrists, standing up for the first time in a day or so.

"How long has it been since he first got here?"

"I wanna say...at least a day?"

"Well, you're not dead so that's a start."

"Yeah..." Micro looked to the shadows again. He followed the looming figure, watching him disappear out the garage. "A start."

"Welp, he's gone for awhile. I'm going to  take a nap."

"Good...afternoon? Evening? I don't know what time it is-"

"Whatever. If I don't see you until morning, it won't be horrible. G'night, Micro."

"G'night."