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tw: mentions of violence, abuse and rape. please proceed with caution. with that warning aside, we both want to thank you guys so much for making it this far. we love you.
- sincerely, ZCandKM

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Anastasia's POV:

Part one of my plan was successful. Now I have Sawyer's phone and I need to get the details.

For a guy in such a mysterious business, I wondered why he didn't even have a password on his phone. Oh well, makes my job easier.

After only looking through his phone for a few minutes, I had almost everything I needed.

Oh this is too easy. Sawyer has Marco's location written on his contact. Damn he's literally tracking his every move.

I should be a fucking spy at this rate!

36 Montero Drive. Basic ass bitch.

Ok, let's get this started.

Firstly, I need to change and sneak out. Oh and grab a scalpel. You know, for safety purposes.

My old clothes from the accident are still in the corner of the room. Maybe the blood covered clothes will make me look more intimidating? I giggled to myself. No, of course not. I'm like 5'2.

But I'm going to get revenge for my man and our baby.

I knew how to get there, it was just a large warehouse a few blocks down from the hospital. I memorised the way to go on google maps because I wanted to be prepared.

I changed into some black pants I saw in the lost and found bin, as well as Sebastian's leather jacket he gave me before.. it happened. I ignored the thought and grabbed a random pair of boots also, slipping them onto my feet. Luckily, everything fit perfectly. I tied my hair up and grabbed the flashlight that was sitting on my night stand. I was prepared. I just needed to get that scalpel.

It was midnight. The hallway was pitch black, aside from the monitors shining in everyone's rooms, ensuring their safety. But what about Sebastian? One of these machines is the reason why he is still alive. But for how long? How long does he have to suffer?

Good news for me, the nurses are all preoccupied and I can sneak out without too much drama.

Quickly grabbing a scalpel from the supply closet, I ran to the double door and slipped out quietly.

The night air whipped me in the face and my adrenaline was pumping. Despite my injuries, I felt ready. Strong enough to kill Marco and anyone else who gets in my way. I will do anything I can. And I mean anything.

Using google maps, and checking my surroundings regularly, suddenly feeling paranoid, I made it to Marco's warehouse. It's a bit janky if you ask me but whatever. Being small, I can slip under the fence without any commotion.

Now securely on the property, I scoped out my surroundings. The guards. The exit points. Everything.

On high alert, I was hyperaware of all the sounds. Meaning I could hear the slow, heavy footsteps approaching me from behind, reaching up to grab me.

I whipped around and kicked the guard where it hurt most - in his balls, duh - and stabbed him in his neck with my scalpel. Well that came in handy.

He yelled out in pain but I slapped my hand over his mouth, muffling his screams.

"Don't mess with me you fucking idiot!" I harshly whispered in his ear, "and I'll take this thanks," I said while grabbing both of his guns.

Pretty resourceful guy.