Sequel to: 'The Limits of Forever'
Death, pain, heartbreak-a whole new chapter to someones life brings enemies... and lovers.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. '𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕...
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'You have to help me find a way to kill... or injure Diego.' I say to Axcel.
He's pushing me at the slowest rate possible, it's almost as if he'd prefer if I stay in this stark white, oddly cult-like hospital.
'I don't know Alexis, it's going to be hard. He keeps the antidotes to poisons in his blazer pocket and he's always carrying around knives... he's got some sort of obsession with them I think. Plus, he's going to be on high alert around you from now on. So I really don't know.'
'I mean I could shoot him again.' I propose, completely ignoring Axcel's speech. 'But that would be boring. It has to be creative.'
'Alexis, Did you hear a word I just said.'
'Mmh.' I say, looking down at my lap and switching on my phone.
Axcel walks on in silence, pushing me at an ever slower rate before coming to a complete halt.
'Speak of the devil.'
I look up. 'What devil?'
He angles me towards a man leaning on his car. 'Deigo, who else?'
I look closer and roll my eyes, when I see that Axcel is right.
For once.
Diego leaning against his car, head down causing his curly hair to cover his face.
He's in probably one of the whitest shirts I've ever laid my eyes open, which is gaping open, revealing his tanned chest.
Why can't he just button his shirt up the whole way... it's really not that hard.
He looks up suddenly, catching me mid stare. He raises his eyebrows before beckoning us over.
'Go.' I say to Axcel.
'Where?'
'Towards him stupid.'
'Seriously?'
'Yes seriously, i'm in a wheelchair, what's he going to do to me.'
Axcel groans and then pushes me towards Diego.
We stop and I cross my arms. 'Why are you stalking me?'
Diego looks at me with an expression that I can only assume is amusement. 'I'm not stalking you love, I'm just here for my dagger.'
I grimace. 'Don't call me love.'
'Why are you in a wheelchair?' He says ignoring me.
'Because you stabbed me.'
'I stabbed you in the back, not your legs.'
'Are you calling me lazy?'
He shakes his head slowly. 'No, I'm just asking why you're in a wheelchair.'
