You're Being Watched

The man in the suit

I check the time on my phone, it's only 11am. It feels like I should be going to bed already. My head has been spinning since last night. I need to focus, I need to think. Who would be trying to kill me? All of my thoughts lead me back to the man in the suit. His face, his hair, his eyes. Did I have a secret protector, or a secret killer? The licence plate.... THE LICENCE PLATE! I remember it! On the van I saw a licence plate, or lack of one I should say. The van had a large dent where a plate should have been. I rush to my local diner and throw the door open. I head towards my usual booth and throw my bag on the table. I fumble through my things looking for my notepad and pencil. I sit down and try my best to draw the van as I remember it. All the men were wearing masks of some sort, so I couldn't say what they looked like, but you can't cover the car! Maybe if I can draw the van, the police can track it easier. It's a long shot, but it's my only option.

"Hi there, my name is Judy, I'll be your waitress today. Can I get you started with something to drink?" I look up from my notepad.

"Uh I'll take a hot chocolate and that's it thanks." I go back to drawing. I'm not the best at drawing, but it should be enough. I'm so focused on my work that I hardly notice the slight movement of the table. 

"Excuse me." a low voice says. I jump and my eyes dart up to see who's speaking. My eyes widen It's him... the man in the suit, sitting right in front of me. I freeze, unsure of what to say, what to do, hell I don't even know what to think right now.

"My name is John and we need to leave, now." his voice is barely a whisper, yet I can hear every word echo through my brain. I swallow the lump in my throat and try to find my voice.

"Wh- why?" My voice cracks. Usually I can talk to people with ease, I don't particularly enjoy it, but I can do it. This man was different, I could hardly even look at him! I mean, who could look at that face without being at least a little nervous.

"Listen to me," he says. "some very dangerous men are after you, they know you're here. If you stay, you will die." he leans forward slightly and looks straight into my eyes, like he's trying to see my soul. "I'm not asking, I'm telling." His words send a shiver down my spine. I saw what he did to those men, I don't think I have much of a choice. 

"Where do I go?" I somehow get my words out in a clear sentence. 

"With me of course." He smirks. I didn't really want to go with him, but I also didn't want to find out what happens if I deny his request. I fumble my stuff back into my bag. The waitress comes back with my drink.

"Sorry, change of plans." He tells the waitress. As I get up he takes my upper arm. The force of his hand around my arm is almost painful. I see movement out of the window, it's the van, the same black van that I saw last night. He must have noticed, because he roughly pulls me to the back door of the diner. 

"Please tell me you have a plan." I try and keep up with him but I'm tripping over my own feet.

"Somewhat." he grunts. 

"Well that's reassuring." Suddenly he's forcing me into a car that has a broken window, which makes me believe he stole it. At this point the men have spotted us and are headed towards our car. I try and look at their faces, but they're all covered, except for one. I couldn't see him super well, but I could tell he had black hair, and a scar under his eye. I didn't have much time to examine him before the man in the suit.. I mean.. John, stepped on the gas making me fly back into my seat. 

"You should really wear your seat belt." He seemed amused by his own comment. He taps his ear. "Finch, find us a way out of here." Finch? Who the frick is Finch? He makes a sharp turn around the corner. He swerves around the other cars on the road. I look in the side mirror and see the black van not far behind us. 

"They're really close!" I yell. My body is in full panic mode. I can't control my breathing, it feels like my heart is going to fly out of my chest. I look over at him and he is completely calm, there is no sign of stress or panic on his face. This man must almost die a lot for how calm he's being. 

"Relax, we aren't alone." he reassures. 

"What do you me-" suddenly one of the vans tires is clearly shot by something. But John hasn't been shooting, so who shot out their tire? The van swerves off the road into a fire hydrant. The van disappears out of view as we drive further down the road. 

"So, wanna tell me why Elias wants you dead?" John asks.

"Elias? Who the hell is Elias?" I try and remember the name, but I don't believe I ever heard it before.

"Clearly you have some connection, he doesn't just send a group of men after a young girl for no apparent reason." He slows the car down a bit to match the speed of the other drivers, although I still think he's driving too fast.

"Look James Bond," I scoff "I have no idea who Elias is, and I have no idea why he's trying to kill me." I throw my head back into the seat and let out a sigh.

"Y/n you have to know someth-"

"I never told you my name." I interrupt staring blankly at him. How does he know my name?

"Yes you did, when I told you mine." he claims.

"No I didn't, I would have remembered." 

"You don't remember why people are trying to kill you yet you remember not telling me your name?" he smirks.

"Okay asshat I know for a fact I didn't tell you, and also you clearly know those men better than I do, so maybe you should start giving me some answers." All the fear I had about him is gone. I'm not scared anymore, I'm pissed. I still have the rush from the chase, and I'm seconds away from having a meltdown but I'm not about to cry in front of this jackass who happens to be really cool and very attractive.

"Sorry." he says.

"Sorry? For what?" I ask.

"This." He takes a needle out of his suit pocket and jams it into the side of my neck. Everything fades to black....