Survived Me: a Shatter Me fan-fiction (Warnette)

Chapter 118 - Old Base

(This chapter hasn't been edited or proof read so it will most definitely have lots of mistakes, I'm going to try and edit this chapter sometime within the next few days!)

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Talk of kidnapping
Talk of hostage situation
Blood
Injury detail
Mention of war
Mention of murder
Threatening
Manipulation
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AARON'S POV:

A few days ago, everything was fine. I had two brothers, both of them weren't trying to plot to sabotage me - and, most importantly, I had my fiancée. Oh how the times have changed. I hate this unknowing mess of a situation I am in, this is not like the times before - this time it isn't some random man kidnapping her, no, it was her own sister.

Right now we are speedily approaching the old RARE's base. This is the only lead that we have, if she isn't here, we have absolutely nothing to go off - she could be anywhere.

From my calculations, as to how long we've been in the tank, we should be at the RARE's old base very soon.
So, because of that, I feel it imperative that I check my gear.

I reach down to the gun holster that is attached to my upper thigh. I pull out a small hand gun, checking the ammunition chamber is full and loaded. I make sure that the safety is on, so I it doesn't go off while strapped to my thigh.

After that, I place the gun back in the holder, moving on to the gun strapped to my back, with a seatbelt like belt holding it up. I do the same as I did the hand gun, checking the ammunition, checking the safety is off and then moving it back to where it was before.

Finally, I knock a fit against my chest, assuring that my bullet proof vest is on under all my clothes, which are my blazer and my shirt.

"Approaching!" Winston shouts, he is the one that is driving the tank. "Arriving...." He prolongs, then, about ten seconds later, he continues what he was saying, "we have arrived."

Seconds later, the doors at the back of the tank open, thanks to Winston and Brendon, both of them in the front of the tank - Winston was driving and Brendon was in the passenger seat - now both of them are stood outside the tank, holding the doors open.

Everyone begins spilling out of the vehicle. Being as I was the first person in the tank, it means that I am sat the furthest away from the doors, so, therefore I get out the tank as one of the last people.

"Men and women," I announce, "take your positions." I say loud enough for all my soldiers to hear.

Everyone rearranges themselves so they are in their rightful stances. We are ready to enter the building, using the same method as we did the first time we broke into the base the first time. We use Brendon's electric powers, though, this time, when we go down to the keypad, I see that it's completely changed. This is still a number keypad, but it looks as though the passcode is nine numbers this time.

It not dawns on me that we have no idea what the passcode is. "Shit!" Said Kishimoto. "We have no clue what the password is!"

"Shhhh!" I hush him. "We don't know how much they might be able to hear."

He clasps a hand over his mouths, as if he realises that he could have just blown our whole cover.
I shake my head, turning back to the door that stands, stiff and firm, in front of us - blocking our entryway.

I focus all my attention back onto the keypad lock.
Though this is a problem, it's also a solution, we didn't know if this was where Juliette was being held, but now, with all this security, it's quite clear that it is, where she's residing.

"Brendan, can you do the same thing you did last time, absorb the electrical power while I try different passcodes?" I turn to my right, facing away from Kishimoto, and looking at Brendan.

"Yeah." He smiles, placing his hand on the key code number pad, and I begin to type in different codes.

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After about fifteen minutes of trying any and every combinations until, finally, I get the right password.

#-8216&-4

"Oh shit man, you're in!" Kishimoto exclaims, patting my shoulder.

I'm coming love, I think, just hold on a little bit longer sweetheart.

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JULIETTE'S POV:

The only thing I can hear is a long, high pitched beeping sound, that is making my headache much worse. The luminescent lights seem to blind me as my fuzzy vision is fading in and out.

Come on Juliette, I tell myself, keep yourself alive. I don't know what I look like, I don't know what my face shows, but I can feel the blood running down my face from my nose and dripping from my mouth. I bet that I look like someone from a horror movie. I reckon my face is drawn and pale, looking hollowed and unnatural. I wouldn't want to look in a mirror right now.

I close my eyes, finally giving in to my eyes, that are begging to be shut. When the darkness comes, the pain lessens within an instant. Peacefulness erupts within me. It is like a small ray of sunshine has hit my skin on a walk along the beach.

"Juliette..?" I hear a small voice call for me. "Juliette..."

I shake my head, hearing the unrecognisable sound coming from I do not know where - nor do I really care. I don't know weather I find the sound of another human being in this room is reassuring or worrying. "Who are you?" I ask. "What do you want from me?"

The person, the ominous voice that is in my head, let's out a low and mean chuckle. "Oh Juliette, it is so fun to toy with you."

What the fuck, I think, this is strange.

"Oh we are going to have so much fun, my dear." Says the voice. "So so so much fun."

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Word count: 1114

(A/N): (Sorry for the wait, and for the short chapter. I know this is sort of a filler chapter but I've been so busy with a project for collage. I've also been trying to update all my other books as well, I think I have like four or five other Shatter Me (Warnette) stories that I've written, so check them out.)

(Also this chapter hasn't been edited or proof read, so it's probably complete crap, I will proof read and spell check it in a few days!!!)