Mission Impossible

Chapter 13~ The Ghost's Return

CLARA'S POV

  My vision faded in and out, but I could tell I was in a dark room, tied to a chair. Oddly familiar. When my eyes opened again, I saw a small light swaying on the ceiling. Then I went out again. Next time I managed to peer my eyes open, I swore I saw someone tied up right across from me. Then blackness.

  "Clara. Clara, wake up," I heard a voice say. I opened my eyes again, and this time noticed Harry, tied to a chair and looking at me. I was about to close my eyes again when Harry spoke once more. "Clara stay with me," he asked, and I tried, for him. 

  I forced my eyes open, and this time they stayed, although things were a bit hazy. Instead of seeing the bright room in Greywood, I was welcomed by a stale darkness, with a cold chill running through the room. And this time instead of Marcus, I would be greeted by him. For the first time in my short span of knowing him, I wished I would see Marcus. And that's when I knew were in a lot of trouble.

  A door to my right that I hadn't noticed before opened, but my version was too blurry to see who was stalking towards me. I squinted, trying to see more clearly, but all I could determine was it wasn't who I thought it was.

  "Where is he?" I asked the approaching figure.

  "Whoever are you talking about?" the man said in a mocking voice. He put his face up close to mine, and I could make out a few details. He had clear blue eyes and a mop of brown hair on his head, with a smug grin spread across his face. There was no doubt he was extremely attractive, but I wasn't here to shop.

  "Cut the crap. Tell him to come here," I said, noticing my vision was starting to get better. The man smiled and reached his hand up, grabbing my perfect ponytail and tugging my head backwards.

  "You're not in the position to be making demands," he snarled. He threw my head back and I glared up at him. "It seems your drugs are wearing off. That's my queue," he spoke, stalking right back out of the room as quickly as he came. As soon as he left, Harry spoke.

  "Clara what is going on?" he asked me, and my eyes focused on him, and he was more clear now. He beautiful face was disturbed by a cut on his lip, and his pure green eyes looked tired.

  "Someone from my past caught up with me," I vaguely answered, but then realized I couldn't leave Harry in the dark if I wanted him to survive.

  "Clara, who is the guy you keep talking about?" Harry asked before I could add on more.

  "Look, Harry, this guy is dangerous and I don't even know how he's here, but he is. Let me do all the talking, please. I still think I can get you out alive," I told him.

  "Me out? What about you?" Harry asked and I grimaced at my choice of words.

  "Harry," I told him. "I'm not making it out of here," I honestly told him.

  "What?" Harry asked in disbelief.

  "He's going to kill me," I said again, only to be interrupted by the door swinging open, revealing the man I knew had been here since he spoke in the club.

  "Kill you? I could never hurt you, Clara," the familiar voice said, and even though I knew he was here it wouldn't stop my mind from denying it, even as I was seeing him with my own eyes. "What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost," he smirked.

  "How are you here?" I asked softly. He just smirked at me, so I continued. "How are you alive?" I was louder this time.

  "A simple bullet can't stop me," the beautiful accent I had missed so much spoke, but the tone wasn't kind, or beautiful, but haunting.