[RECOMMENDED THAT YOU READ HV&HM FIRST]
"You think he'll let you?"
"You think he can stop me?"
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Margeux can't decide whether she's a sociopath, or a psychopath. Continuous events tend to sway her either way. Out of all the people she could...
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HONESTLY, AT THIS point, the lot of us should fake our deaths and move to California or something. That's where Margeux lives anyway. Or lived...it's odd thinking she was only meant to be in London for a bit and now she just suddenly is here. I wonder if she ever thinks about going back.
Nonetheless, Elliot had it all right. The running away, the ditching everything behind, the making new identities.
Although that wouldn't have been satisfying enough. I need to see Director Hayes fall. Die. Leave. Become nothing. It's just simply become a must now.
If I didn't want to come across as manic and crazy to the public, I would be muttering curse words at myself right now as I rush through the busy streets of London - almost at the building.
Wait. I don't care about coming across as manic and crazy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck." I'm muttering. Because only myself Heather, and Keagen have been left out of the loop - and yeah, maybe I was on the phone with Elliot - but who knows what could have happened in that short amount of time? Reign is batshit when he wants to be. Maybe as much as Margeux. If he really went to that building in search of her - he's not leaving without her. Reign gets what he wants. What if one of my friends got in the way? Reign would surely blur the lines between friend and obstacle and-
Oh. He's safe. Elliot is safe. I can see him, standing in the parking lot outside the building, a focused expression on his face as he talks to some other man I don't recognised. Vika and Odyssey are beside him as well - thank god. Okay. Those three are alive. There is, however, no sign of Reign or Margeux. That is going to be a problem.
"Oi! Dolce!" I call as I walk in. Elliot's head perks up and when he sees me he grins, walking towards me.
"Nyman? Could that be you?" He's smirking as he approaches me.
I roll my eyes and sling my arms around his neck, drawing him in. He kisses me back with an urgency that puts his previous casualness to shame and I take it all with ease.
"Margeux and Reign?" I ask when I pull out. Making sure everyone was alive should have been my first priority - but I like kissing Elliot so sue me.
"I mean...not dead?" He tries, "We haven't seen them."
"Okay." I nod, "Okay that's better than...nothing."
"Dexter Brown is also here."
"Oh." I look behind him and to a grumpy pair of Vika and Odyssey, "Good. And bad. That fucker is late."
"I know." Elliot rolls his eyes.
"I don't give a shit that he's our superior superior or anything. We're letting loose." I march forward, glare ready in hand.
"That's what Odyssey said." Elliot says from behind me, following closely.
