The door doesn't open so I look at Arya. "Well so much for that plan." She says.
I turn my gaze back to the door. "I know he's in there." I growl slightly and band my fist on the cold metal door. "Come out you son of bitch!"
The door creaks open and I once again look at Arya. "Arya you should stay."
She shakes her head, no. "No way no how. I'm not letting you go in there alone. You might get hurt."
"Arya please? I don't know what I would do with myself if you got hurt." I'm practically begging but knowing her she's so stubborn she's going to come anyways.
"Alex, I'm coming with you end of discussion," She goes on her tippy toes and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. "Now let's go."
I smile and take a deep breath. "Let's go," I walk inside an bring her in closer to my side. "Stay close."
Instead of the hallways being kinda illuminated there's no light at all. "Alex what's going on?" Arya asks I can tell by her voice she's scared.
"Stay close to me Arya." I make sure I have a nice grip on be waist before I walk down the middle hallway.
We walk down the whole hallway, there's no one in the cells which is a good thing... I guess. "This place is even scarier when it's completely dark."
"Hey, I'm not going to let anything happen to you." I reassure her.
When we reach the end of the hallway instead of it being a a dead end there's yet another door.
Where's my father he should be here! "Dad if you're in there open the damn door!"
The door slowly opens and a met with something circular and silver to my face.
My eyes widen when I realize what it is.
A gun barrel.
"I've should have done this a long time ago son." I hear Arya gasp from beside me.
I put my hands up in surrender but there's no way in hell I'm actually going gone to surrender to him. "Go ahead dad," I mock him. "Shoot me."
I hear the clicking noise telling me that he's getting ready to shoot me.
I look at Arya and the light from the room my dad is in gives me enough light to see her perfect face. She looks terrified.
I look back at my father. "I'm sorry son."
There's an agonizingly slow second where my dad hovers his finger over the trigger.
Before my nerves get the better of me I grab his wrist and bed it backwards until I hear the cracking noise of his bone shattering.
The gun goes clattering to the ground and I bend down to pick it up. When I do I stand up and point it a the spot right between my father's eyebrows.
"Where's the antidote?" I growl at my father who's clutching her broken wrist.
"What antidote?" He laughs manically.
My hands start shake with nerves and anger. I feel the need to kill something slowly creep over my body. I shake my head slightly to get rid of that feeling. It works, kinda.
"The antidote to the thing you injected me with, you know the antidote to the thing that makes me want to kill something every time I get angry."
He laughs again and it sends chills up my spine. "You'll never find it."
"I will tear this whole building apart until I find it so you might as well just tell me now." I growl lowly and my vision starts to blur.
No! I will not let this happen again. One, two, three... I count all the way to ten and it calms me down enough to get my vision back to normal.
"Tell me." It's not even a question anymore, it's a statement. As I say this I look right into his cold eyes, they eyes that have probably seen hundreds of innocent people die.
"I would rather die."
And just like that my finger pulls the trigger, sending a bullet through the spot in between his eyebrows.
As his body crumples to the ground, making blood pool around him I lower the gun and look at his dead body.
"That's what you get you son of a bitch."
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