Chapter 7

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Seconds passed. I was still alive. I tried to move and escape a few times but he stopped me everytime.

"Mia...?"

My heart stopped. There was only one person that ever called me Mia.
How could anyone else...unless? No it couldn't be.

He moved the strand of hair that was covering my hurt face.

I tried to see through the glasses. I tried to see his eyes to see if it could actually by any chance be him.

Well I couldn't. Every second that passed felt like forever.

"J...Ja..James?" I asked quietly. I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't fight him and he didn't seem to try to fight me.

"You're my mission." he almost whispered. "You're my mission." he repeated himself.

"What are you-"

He punched the ground right next to my head. With his hand he made a hole in the ground. That's when I realised if he wanted to kill me I would already be dead.

"You're dead. Play dead. Wait till I leave. Then go. Hide. I'm sorry." he said as he slowly stood up. He took a gun in his hand.

I closed my eyes. I heard a shoot. When I opened my eyes slightly, he was gone.

I didn't even nearly had enough strength to fight anyone. Not even to run. But that was my second chance to make it out alive.

I looked around. There was no one around to be seen. I stood up, stumbled over my own feet. I felt dizzy and I couldn't see clearly. Probably because of the blood loss.

I was in an unknown city, with nowhere to go. Somehow I made my legs move towards the store near by. The door was made of glass so I could see inside. There was a man hiding behind half opened door.

"Help me. Please." My lips were moving but there wasn't any sound coming out of my mouth. After that I collapsed on the ground.

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