*****UNEDITED*****
This was it. I'm going to fücking die. I'm going to split my head open, and fücking die.
I heard my brother shout my name as my entire body was already out the window. Suddenly two
hands reached out and grab onto mine.
"Grab on!" It was him.
A shiver went up my spine as he pulled me up.
At normal times I would hold a gun to his head to threaten them to let me go, but not this time. I feel far too numb to even fight back as I lay in his arms.
"Kill me if you want," I choke out. "I'm not going to give out any information, Harry."
"I'm not going to kill you, silly." He was breathing heavily as he lay me down on the floor.
He nods to a boy with blonde hair. He kneels down next to me and insert a needle in my arm. I feel myself being lifted from the floor but I can't tell where we were going because I soon passed out.
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I woke up in a room with white walls and in a bed with white sheets. My shoulder and my thigh was bandaged and I was in different clothing... just a plain white oversized shirt and no pants.
At least I still have my undergarments on.
I felt physically weak, but I think I can still get up. Using my uninjured arm, I lift myself up. My right leg was still numb so I couldn't walk straight.
There were 2 painkillers and a glass of water on the table. There's no way I'm going to put your medicine in my mouth.
I look around the room. There were windows, but from what I can tell, I'm on a very high floor, there's no way I would survive the jump even if I can stand. But I need to get out.
I yanked the needles out of my arms, and leaned on the wall to limp my way to the only door in the room. My leg burns and my head hurts but I can't do nothing and let them trap me in here. I absolutely will not let them trap me here.
I tried the doorknob... locked. Of course, dammit.
My clothes and my weapons were no were in sight. I lost my phone as well since it's in my jean pocket.
I made my way back to the bed and lay there. I have to do something, at least find something I can attack with if someone ever opens the door. I look around the room and sigh in disbelief. There wasn't a broom or anything in the room I can hold and attack with in one arm.
I suddenly heard footsteps from the other side of the door. They fumble with keys and unlocke the door.
My grip on the mattress tighten. Whether the person on the other side is here to talk or to kill me, I'm ready for it. My glare follow him as he enter and sat on edge of the bed, next to me.
"You should take these," he said, holding out the pills in front of me.
"I don't need them, Harry," I spat.
"You should know that your brother came back after everyone left, I locked him downstairs," he said dully.
I gasp. "Let him go!"
"Follow what I say and you'll both be safe," he said.
"Fine," I mutter and take the pills from him. I drain down the painkillers with water and glare back at him.
"We gave you morphine after you were shot and we removed the bullets from your leg and shoulder. You're not going to thank me for saving you?" He sarcastically said.
"You were the one that shot me."
"It wasn't me, it was my front line shooters, they weren't going to let another one escape after you guys invaded my home and killed my people."
I look down, trying not to let him fill me with guilt but somehow I do feel guilty. "Let my brother go," I repeat.
He shakes his head. "Only if he give us back the information he stole."
"It's probably already out of our hands. He's smart enough to give it to Master Cross before he came back."
His expression hardens. "Master Cross," he spat. "How can you trust that bastärd?"
"He's practically like my father," I said.
He inched closer and I scooted back, avoiding him.
"Do you have any idea on how many secrets he's hiding?" He raised his voice. "Do you know all the fücked up things he has done?"
I ignored his questions. "I know your father was in PheoNIX, he was kicked out because he betrayed us. That assassin from Death killed him because he was no longer a source of information."
He furrows his brows and scoffs. "Thomas Cross was the one that sent the assassin to kill my father, after he found out all the dirty shït he was doing."
