I Never Told You What I Do For a Living

They'll Never Get Me Alive

"They're after me."

What?! That didn't make any sense to me. "What are you talking about?"

"They're after me." He repeated.

"Who, Gerard?" I didn't realize I was getting louder.

"Shhh!" He quieted me down.

"Sorry, who? Who is after you?" I asked in a whisper this time.

"I'll tell you if we make it out of this." he replied, which didn't put me at ease at all.

" Should we escape?" My soft whisper was now clearly shaky, "I know how to escape from the side of the school. It doesn't even have any cameras."

"Probably a good idea," He said quietly, "Lead the way"

I opened the door quietly only to meet an unfamiliar, mask covered face. "Hello beauty." came a raspy voice that sounded like it had bad intentions. All I remember after that is the feeling of slipping under and Gerard's voice screaming in protest. What was going on? This didn't make any sense.

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My neck hurt. My back hurt. My legs hurt. I couldn't feel my arms. Everything hurt. What was going on? Where was I?

I tried opening my eyes, but fabric blocked my vision. This is not good. maybe we should've left sooner. This is all my fault.

"Let her go. She's innocent!" I could hear Gerard's plea.

"Shut up, Way!" I heard a smack, and assumed Gerard got backhanded. What the hell was going on?

There was silence for a while before I heard a door slam shut and then the blindfold was violently ripped off my head. The bright light stung my eyes, but I tried not to flinch, failing horribly as my eyes snapped shut until they adjusted.

I looked around the white room, confused as I had no idea where I was. I couldn't even find a door or window. Only lights and white surfaces that would drive anyone insane were my surroundings. The only reason I didn't go insane was because Gerard was the only thing that separated the white from my eyes, Gerard and a metal table that sat between us. We were both tied to chairs, strapped down by our arms and legs. Thank God they didn't contort my injured arm. It was strapped to the arm of the chair.

"Where are we?"

"Sh!" Gerard shushed
"Gerard?"
"Shhh!" he was looking at the wall with an intense stare, as he seemed to change his demeanor drastically.

"What is going on?" I whispered,

"Shhh!" he said again "they're monitoring us."

"How do you know that?"

I got no reply. Suddenly a wall slid open and Gerard watched as a lady with slick black hair walked in. "Way" she said with a smug expression.

I'm completely confused. "Wha-"

"Hush child! Let us speak." wow what a bitch.

"Where are the files?" she strolled towards the priest, whom didn't seem to be frightened or concerned that we we're tied up in a strange room on a Monday.

"What files?" Gerard asked, glaring directly at her eyes.

I could eye the sword she kept at her side, if only I could get it to free my hands.

"You know damn well what files I'm talking about." she replied, reaching for her sword. Or that's what I thought. Instead she grabbed a radio device and said something I couldn't repeat. It was in a language I wasn't used to. Japanese? Maybe.
With a swift turn, she left the room, unaware that her sword was missing from her side.

Gerard was suddenly free from the chair and was already untying me.
The Hell is going on?!

I didn't have time to think because before I knew it, we were already on a stolen bike, speeding away from the facility. It looked like an ordinary factory, but apparently looks are deceiving. Same rule applies with Gerard.

"What The Hell was THAT?!?!"