Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 30 - The Mission

~Ohm's POV~

"Stay silent and I won't murder you after we have some fun," the man murmurs in my ear and I feel my every fiber burn as I begin to realize just what type of mission this is. Quickly I knee the man and stumble away, diving for the door knob but before I can, the man grabs a hold of my ankle and pulls me down to the floor, holding both of his hands around my throat with a fierce look in his eyes. Squirming around, I realize he has a complete hold on me denying me access in any of my arms or legs causing me to widen my eyes and realize: this may just be it. This political life is just... terrifying.

"Ryan!" A loud shout echoes through the bathroom and the man is hurled off of me completely. I widen my eyes and immediately crawl away, feeling my hands shake inevitably causing me to just stare at my trembling hands. "Get the fuck out of here!" my savior shouts and immediately the man runs off probably only to face the authorities. Instead of paying much attention I just stare at my hands with wide eyes ad they seem paler than usual along with the freezing and numbness I feel in my hands. Larger hands cover my hands allowing warmth to seep in and I snap my gaze up towards the savior and I immediately vault myself onto him. Wrapping my arms around him tightly and my grasp on the back of his shirt is likely crinkling the suit. And he just fucking hates people crinkling his suit.

"Why were you alone? Don't you remember what I said about never being alone in a room during these parties?" dad snaps but keeps a strong hold on me as I just cling desperately onto him. I didn't realize how afraid I am of death, of any of those bad things I've saved several people from as a militant. Facing it for the first time, facing a man who was stronger than me with a large advantage over me, it was the very first time I've been so afraid. Dad sighs, obviously still irritated but pats my back before pulling me away slightly only to stare deep into my eyes with his cold eyes. Although I say cold eyes they're actually concerned and while extremely irritated with me for good reasons, he's actually not that bad.

"I wanna stay at Gassy's base dad," I mutter and he immediately tenses up. So maybe it's not the best time to mention it but I feel as if this is the only chance I will ever get to get an emotional response from him so I can actually tell what he's thinking. I was right, his eyes reveal some of his emotions as he seems shocked for a moment, then confused, and now bitter. So he does have something personally against it, and because of his personal issues... I somehow feel as if I've expected this all along but in reality I'm not so sure. As a kid hearing my dad enthuse about his job like that... I never thought he would have found any bad in it. Dad turns around and glances around the room before pulling out his phone, completely ignoring me and my statement. He begins barking out orders into the phone, I'm guessing to Gassy or Nanners even blaming them for my attack when they had nothing to do with it.

I stare at him blankly before glancing down at my hand and clench it into a fist, the memory fresh in my mind. I've never in a million years thought I'd be afraid of another person, I just always assumed I'd be fitter and more clever than the other person. I suppose this could be considered my first loss and it's affecting me badly. Glancing up towards my dad we're both frozen when a loud noise obviously sourcing from a sniper rings through the halls and both of us look towards each other as if a sniper would reach into a completely closed room. He turns towards the phone before shutting it off and stuffs it in his pocket before stomping over to me, forcing me to get up onto my feet and looks at me with a serious face, and dad's serious face is a terrifying one because it means shit is really going down.

"Stay in here. Don't you dare move." I stare at him making no promises but he just looks at me for a long time before sighing and suddenly slides my coat off, along with yanking off the tie off of me. His hand lifts to my face and I wince as if preparing for him to hit me but instead I feel his thumbs digging into my skin and forcing off the make up.