Mission Impossible

Chapter 14~The Group

CLARA'S POV

  "I'm guessing kill," Harry said after Zayn left and I turned to him, annoyed.

  "You're annoying," I told him, pissed that I still wanted to help him even when Zayn was thrusted back in front of my face.

  "And you're 12 years old. What happened to the sassy, witty, teasing Clara?" he asked me.

  "She found out the love of her life, that she was supposed to have killed, isn't dead," I snapped back, mad that Harry thought I could be witty and tease him after this huge bomb had been dropped on me. Not with him at least.

  "Love of your life? That's a bit dramactic don't you think?" the same boy from before asked me, entering the room. His blue eyes peered into my green ones as he walked over to me.

  "You have no idea what I felt for him," I defended myself.

  "Well it can't be anything too serious since you were able to pull the trigger," he smirked at me, pulling out a knife and coming towards me.

  "If you're planning on torturing me, I'd get a bigger knife," I challenged him. The man chuckled and walked behind me, grabbing my ponytail and pulling my head back again. He placed the knife up against my throat and I closed my eyes. I figured Zayn changed his mind, and he was going to kill me after all.

  "Don't touch her!" Harry yelled, his voice filled with anger. I felt as the cool blade trailed across my neck, over the thin fabric of my dress, down my arm and onto my bonds. Soon, I felt my arms spring away from each other as the man cut my bonds open.

  "Don't try anything or else you'll regret it," he whispered in my ear and I nodded, believing him. He walked around me so he was facing me, and leaned down so he could cut through the bonds binding my legs to the chair. I could see his eyes trailing over my legs, which happened to be slightly opened since they were tied to the chair. He licked his lips and Harry growled, sensing what the strange man was thinking. "I see why everyone's so smitten with you," he spoke, breaking through the last of my bonds. He stood up before I could, observing me to see if I wold make a move.

  "Where are you taking her?" Harry asked.

  "To bed. You didn't think we were going to make you sleep in these chairs all night did you?" he responded.

  "Yes," Harry honestly answered.

  "We would have," he admitted. "Luckily the boss still has a soft spot for this one," the mystery man said, gesturing towards me.

  "And Harry gets a bed too?" I asked, making sure I wasn't just going to leave him behind.

  "I'll be back for him after I escort you," he explained, grabbing my arm and leading me out through the door. The hallway was dark, and I got the sense we were underground. There was just enough light above us to make it possible to navigate through the hallways, yet I knew I couldn't have done it alone. That rules out dropping this guy and running back to get Harry and escape. 

  Except I couldn't leave. I needed answers. How was he alive? How did he know about Rain? What's next? "And here you are," the unknown man said as we approached large, fancy metal doors. I could already tell the room would be nice, yet I didn't know why they would have me stay in it.

  "You sure treat your guests nicely," I observed as we reached the door. The man chuckled.

  "I thought you were supposed to be a spy," he said, opening the doors and letting me go in. I walked in and turned to see him shutting the door behind me. I sighed and looked around the large room, noticing how dark it was. It was dark, yet everything was visable. I saw a door leading to some other room, a large desk, a king sized bed, and then him. I gasped when I saw him, not expecting to see him here, or ever for that matter. I still wasn't used to the idea that he was alive.