"Undercover Love"

Chapter 2: Him.

My burning body froze at the sound of his voice. He was there.

*flashback*

Emma and I were running for our lives. We stopped and hid behind a container, she had a gun in her hand.

"Either I go out there while you hack the door to protect us either you go and hack." she whispered eying the exit door.

It was time to make a decision, the door was gonna be hard to hack and she's the best shooter of the organization.

"You go and I hack" I said trusting fully my decision. Behind these doors was multiple files and cars so we could go out easily. I heard a gun load before hearing a loud gun shot. I turned around and saw Emma bleeding tremendously from her chest. I approached her, she took my hand and looked at me straight in the eyes. She took my hand squeezing a little.

"I'm gonna die aren't I?" she asked fear in her eyes.

"No you won't, I'm gonna get help."I said sobbing looking for anyone to help me. I forgot this was the enemy's territory for a second.

"I wish you took the right decision..." she said in her last breath. Her hand stopped squeezing mine, she was now dead. I started crying onto her chest trying to wake her up, she had no pulse. I wish I could've done something but when I arrived she already loss to much blood to stay alive. Two guys took me and tossed me into a room, an empty room, where I cried the death of my friend. Thirty minutes later, a tall guy with blond hair and brown eyes entered, he took my wrist to put me against the wall.

"Who sent you?!" he asked in rage.

"No one" I said numb, being all cried out.

"I now you were sent by the other organization called U.A." he said full of confidence.

"If you know then why ask?" I said bitterly.

He got a knife out of his pocket and putted it under my throat.

"Don't play smart with me" he said slight rage present into his voice.

"Do you even know who I am?" he said. I shook my head no.

"I'm Tristan Hunter." he declared smirking.

I froze he was the famous killer and psychopath everyone talked about. He was the most dangerous one. He smiled at the sight of my fear.

"And I am the one who shot your friend" he said laughing.

At that moment two agents came in and tried to knock him out. With his knife he hurt them severely but they could run. Arrived at their car they started driving really fats and he wasn't following. I was slowly trying to recover the events when one of the girls asked me a question.

"Hey where's Emma?" she asked worried.

*end of flashback*

"Happy to see me girls?" he said smirking.

"Not a bit." I muttered. His tall muscular body walked towards me. He lowered himself to the level of the chair. His slowly placed his hand on my throat, passing it on each part of it before tightening his grip slowly chocking me.

"Still playing smart are we?" he said smiling while tightening his grip even more.

"Still asking questions we have the answer to are we?" I said smiling at him. Mia looked at me with fear all over her face. She shook her head as a sign of regret that I said this. He called his guards who unlaced the ropes of Mia to violently take her into another room. He walked towards me and took a knife out of his pocket. Why do they always have knifes in their pockets? He  looked at my stomach. He smiled and took a part of my shirt of to remove the bandage. He took his knife and started slowly making other wounds.

"If you scream I'll kill your friend and I know what Mr. Worfer would say" he stated.

He was right I had a very messed up life because of him after the incident. The cuts were getting deeper and deeper. Longer and longer. I started shaking, I was starting to loose a lot of blood. He took a flask out of his jacket.

"We don't want that to get infected now do we?" he said finding his idea probably brilliant.

He poured the alcohol on my scars causing me to scream. Shit. He went behind the chair and bended to reach the level of my ear.

"You're in trouble Bright" he said whispering. He unlaced the ropes that were retaining me.

"If you get up and walk I won't kill her" he said simply. It was gonna be hard with the loss pf blood but I had to. I got up my head felt dizzy and the all room was spinning. I started walking feeling no strength into my ankles. I walk a little and then stopped looking at him. He frowned and pushed me against the wall.

"Listen up if you do anything such as trying to escape I will hurt you and the one you love" he said in a very serious tone.

"Jokes on you everyone I love is dead" I muttered. He gave a sign to his guards who immediately dragged me into the room they putted Mia. I was all beaten up and sour from the pain, I couldn't feel anything else then the fresh cuts meddled with the old ones. Mia was asleep, I wasn't gonna wake her up, so I started naming all the singers I knew from A to Z.

"A for Aaliyah, B for Beyonce, C for Christina Aguilera, D for Destiny's child..." I whispered while trying to entertain myself. I was continuing while waiting for Mia to wake up.

"U for...um..."I started trying to find one name.

"Usher" said Mia slowly opening her eyes. Her eyes widened at my sight.

"Um what the fuck is that" she said looking at my bloody shirt and the bruises on my arms.

"Well I talked back and he didn't like it" I said like it was nothing even though the pain was saying the contrary. We didn't have any ropes or cuffs cause we were locked in the room. She got up and came to sit next to me.

"Take your shirt off" she ordered. I looked at her confused.

"To see the wound and treat all that" she said as if I knew that. I took it off as her eyes slowly winded to the sight of the cuts.

"He putted alcohol on it when it was still bleeding didn't he?" she asked. I nodded as she shook her head. She took my shirt and tighten it around my stomach applying pressure so no more blood could be poured. She gave me her flannel to put on. She sat next to me and didn't talk until I shivered from the pain still present.

"Listen, I'm sorry for what happened before. You know me ruining your life for the past years and always reminding you that your friend died because of you..."she started trying to apologize.

"Are you apologizing or reminding me?" I snapped.

"I'm apologizing and I want us to be friends. I wanna get to know you and become friends because I'm tired of not having real friends." she said calmly.

"You backstab each one of them what do you expect?" I blurted out.

"They backstab me. It's what they say, they have a bet going on. They become close friends with me then they tell me it wasn't true or they try to destroy me mentally." she said tears coming in her eyes.

"Why would they do that?" I asked. She looked straight into my eyes.

"Cause they don't like me. They never liked me because I'm one of the best." she whispered.

"Why are you so mean to everyone?" I genuinely asked.

"To not get hurt" she muttered. She broke the eye contact by putting her head in her arms. I took her hand causing her to look up, I pulled her into a warm hug. She needed one, she was holding on tightly while crying. The contact of her stomach against mine was hurting a lot but I had that in check until it was so bad that I screamed into her ear. She took a step back and looked at me understanding what the problem was. I opened the flannel and she unlaced the shirt, putting it off my stomach now bleeding again. The flannel was wildly opened, my chest was exposed, so we could see my bra. It wasn't a big deal she was a girl so it wasn't awkward. Until he came in...

To be continued...