My Target

23

(Because there is lots of speech in this chapter, I'll put the initial of the person after their line so u know. B is for boss and Y is for y/n)

So it was a suicide mission. My wife had taken me on her suicide mission. The more I thought about it, the more upset I got. But as the sadness settled, the anger rolled in.

What sort of person would take their soulmate on their own suicide trip?! Even if I hadn't killed her, she would've died! Is that why Ally hadn't helped?! HAD ALLY KNOWN?!

So many questions were running through my mind, as I stared at the note more and more. I knew they were probably discussing what they were going to do with me as I sat in that cell, but I didn't care. Let them talk about me. See if I give a shit.

I thought about not thinking for a while and then the door opened and I was graced once more with my lovely boss.

"Well, y/n. How has your day been?" She smirked from the door.

"Oh, fuck off," I hissed.

"You'd think you would be a little more loving considering your life is in my hands right now," (B)

"Kill me, see if I care," I challenged her.

"But you would like that, wouldn't you? Whilst you're sat in here, you're facing the worst torture possible," (B)

"And that is?" (Y)

"Yourself," she laughed, closing the door behind her and walking up to my cell.

"You're a bitch," (Y)

"And you're unworthy," (B)

"At least I didn't lie to you about the fate of your family," (Y)

"I don't need my family," (B)

"And I bet they love that," (Y)

"Don't push me l/n," (B)

"Or what? You'll kill me?" I laughed.

"I'll keep you alive much much longer than necessary," (B)

"You'll get fed up of me before then," (Y)

"I'll just stop visiting," (B)

"I'll die," (Y)

"I never said I would stop feeding you," (B)

"I'll just refuse to eat," (Y)

"I'll shove a tube down your throat if I have to," (B)

"You wouldn't waste the resources," (Y)

"To see your suffering, I would waste anything," (B)

"What made you such a wanker?" I laughed.

"Years of work," (B)

"You should take a break," (Y)

"From what?" (B)

"Work," (Y)

"And risk being shot?" (B)

"It'd do us all a favour," (Y)

"I suggest you shut up," (B)

"I suggest you get laid," (Y)

"What in the hell goes on in your head?" (B)

"Gay sex for the most part," (Y)

"And the rest?" (B)

"Playing out possible scenarios for your death," (Y)

"You're strange," (B)

"Thank you," (Y)

"Not in a good way," (B)

"I guess we're like twins then?" (Y)

"You can't stop can you?" (B)

"I'm not sure what you mean by that," (Y)

"Good night l/n," (B)

"Don't you dare leave," I growled.

And with that, she left the room.

"COME BACK HERE YOU BITCH!!!" I screamed, but once again, I was alone.