You Found Me

You Found Me - Chapter Twenty-Seven.

A/N; sorry sorry sorry about the cliffhanger! High school swim just started (made varsity as a freshman woop) so I've had so much work to do lately. This is the climax of the story, and after there will likely be two or three more chapters, then an epilogue.

ok wait. this is sorta the climax but it's really short. it's mostly dialogue. i'll try and get the second part up soon.

The coffee shop was unrecognizable.

Windows were cracked and broken, chairs and tables toppled over each other, and the floor stained with a thick, brown substance that I could only assume was coffee. The broken mugs and shattered glass made a trail to the most frightening piece of all. The friendly barista was pressed against the wall, a gun to her temple, by a tall, man in a thick black suit. Her customers were lined against the cabinets, shrinking away in terror. And that's when I knew that Kristine was right, somehow. This was my fault.

The atmosphere in the room was pure fear.

The man saw Niall and I enter, and dropped the girl, who took in deep, sharp breaths. Immediately, Niall stepped in front of me, bracing for an attack. I tried shrugging off, pushing him away -- this was my fight, how dare he even get involved! Hurt himself like this! -- but he, stubbornly, wouldn't budge an inch. The closer the man got, the more I realized how absolutely terrified I was. All I could think about was I am about to die.

But the man just stood there, not saying anything, watching Niall and I. The shock of our faces must have been obviously evident, because, after a long while of pretentious staring-downs, he laughed.

Right in my face, he laughed. At us being afraid.

It made me furious. I tried pushing Niall out of the way to get to the man, to the man who had tried to kill my mother I now knew, but Niall held me back.

"What do you want?" I screamed at him. "Why are you here? Why are you hurting them?"

He didn't reply. He kept his gun in his right hand but never pulled it out toward me, never threatened to pull the trigger. He just watched me.

And I watched him back, apprehensive.

"You do look like your mother," he said thoughfully, fingering his weapon.

"How dare you talk about her," I hissed. "As if you have the right. As if you cared!"

Once again, he said nothing. He looked at Niall.

"You with her?" he asked, as if it weren't obvious. Niall gave a grim nod, not looking him in the eyes. He kept a firm grip on me. I guess it was obvious that if he let me go, I would try to strangle this guy without hesitation.

"I'd go if I were you, son," he told him quietly.

"Why?" Niall hissed. "I'm not leaving her."

"I don't want any more deaths today than I need," the man, Nolan, told Niall gruffly. "But I will kill you. I will. I can."

"Obviously you have no problem with killing people," I snapped. "You want to kill me, yeah? Then why not do it. Kill everyone here!"

"That would be very messy," he commented. "I just need you."

"Why?" I asked, my resolve slowly melting. I could feel my confidence fading. So he really is going to kill me, I thought. I'm going to die.

"You're half her. Half Hunter, too," he said slowly. "Your existence disgusts me. You shouldn't exist. If it weren't for that Hunter, you wouldn't. If it weren't for that Hunter, I wouldn't have spent fifteen years in jail!"

He said this slowly, with malice and hatred creeping into his voice.

"So you came after me," I said, quickly trying to hold him off. Maybe if I kept him pre-occupied, he wouldn't kill me. Or would wait. It was my only idea at the time. "You gave me the letter...and my mom's chain."

Once again, he said nothing. He paced the floor, leaving me to continue talking.

"How did you get that stuff?" I asked hollowly.

"I came to your house," he said. "A long time ago."

"I remember," I said. "You brought Kristine."

He looked up. Now I had his attention. Of course, whether or not that was a good or bad thing I had yet to find out. "Kristine. You know Kristine."

"I do," I said, quietly so that my voice didn't shake.

"Kristine..." he said thinking.

"Why was she there?" I asked, hoping for an answer.

Which I didn't get. Obviously.

"You can't know about Kristine," he said quickly. "You can't know about her."

"Why not?" I hissed. "What did you do to her?"

Was all this really my fault? Was Kristine actually trying to warn me? Did she actually...care? Or just not want someone else getting hurt?

Lightning quick, he pulled out his gun and aimed it toward me.

"You can't know about Kristine!" he cried, almost deranged. "You can't know! You can't."

He pushed Niall to the ground and pointed his gun at me.

Mouth open, I backed up against the wall. He was at least three yards away from me now. My breathing was rapid. 

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

I am going to die.

"This is for your own good," Nolan said, a sneer crossing his face. "You shouldn't exist. You don't exist."

I closed my eyes. This was it.

I heard someone in the background cry out loudly, "No!"

Someone...really familiar.

I opened my eyes. "Dad?"

Nolan pulled the trigger and my father, who had run towards me, threw himself in my way, and fell to the ground.

THE STORY IS NOT OVER. i'm hoping to get a quick update soon. it will be over after 29-30 chapters however. i'm sorry this is so short but hopefully it will be enough excitement to hold you over until I can write again. Thank you all for your tremendous support. It really does mean a lot to me, every vote, every comment.