Run. || Alex Gaskarth A.U.

Chapter 17: And So Be It

Chapter Song>>Truce by Twenty One Pilots <<
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My body is stiff from sitting in the same position for hours. My eyes are fighting to stay open, and I know my time is near. Three Soldiers with odd helmets that shield their faces have come into the room, and two of them are talking in hushed tones. I can't hear what they're saying, but I don't care anymore. All I want to do is die, for my purpose in this cold life is finished, and I have no more stories to tell.

I shut my eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, but the hushed whispers and the continuous ticking noise is making the task impossible. So instead of trying to sleep, I keep my eyes shut and I listen. The hushed whispers continue, and then there's the sound of footsteps, the door opening, and then the sharp sound of it being slammed shut.

When I open my eyes, one Soldier is left in the room.

The Soldier is looking at me through his black-out helmet, and I blink at them, not quite sure what to do or say. If this is my new interrogator, I don't want to prove myself weak by acting out first. Alas, the Soldier doesn't say anything to me, and when he walks past me and kneels down to examine the bomb that I am bound to, a new feeling courses through me.

I can't see behind me, but I can certainly hear odd noises. There's the sound of hands rummaging through tools, muffled curses, and each noise makes me burn with curiosity. When I hear the sound of a wire being cut, I hold my breath.

And then the ticking stops.

I inhale sharply--because surely--this is some kind of trick? Or is this the ultimate test? If I run, I'm a goner, but if I stay, I'll be safe.

Or will I?

I can feel the ropes that bind me to the chair begin to loosen themselves, and when the ropes fall to the ground--sliced apart--I actually gasp out. What's more, the Soldier proceeds to throw away their blade.

"Is this a test?" I ask, finally plucking up the courage to say anything at all. The Soldier doesn't answer me, and instead, begins to take off their helmet, only to reveal my worst nightmare;

The one and only, Alex Gaskarth.

And all I can do is stare in pure horror as he looks at me uneasily, a ghost of a smile on his face. My heart is pounding in my chest, and suddenly my breath is caught in my throat. I feel nauseous staring at him, and as I open my mouth to let out a scream, he rushes over to me and covers my mouth, much to my irritation and dismay.

"I know you hate me. I know you want to kill me. I know you probably want me to die in the most painful way possible, but God dammit Amelia Wicker, please hear what I have to say before you sell me out." he says rapidly, his eyes pleading, begging me to have at least one ounce of sympathy for him.

I'm furious that he has his filthy hand over my mouth, and I'm also furious that out of everyone, he has come to save me. The last thing I want to do is hear him out, but what choice do I have? So I nod slightly, but my eyes are hard. Alex gets the message and takes his hand away quickly, and he begins to pace up and down the cinderblock cell.

"Uhm...alright," he begins, wringing his hands in a manor that makes me scowl at him in pure annoyance. "you know what I said back at the Runaways camp was the truth, right? I-I need to you to believe that." he stammers, and I roll my eyes.

"And why should I believe the boy who cried wolf?" I ask, sneering coldly at him. If he's hoping that the sympathy card is going to get him anywhere, he is sorely mistaken.