"Then you'll come in and arrest Malak." The man says as he points to the screen potrayed on the wall of the confrence room. The president rubbed his chin on the other side of the table, inspecting the plan.
"It won't work." Jake breaks the silence of the room. He sits next to me comfortably.
"And what makes you so sure?" The presenter asks. I think his name is Mat but I don't care enough to remember.
"It's the same thing we did last time. And I think we can all agree that it wasn't successful." He says, looking at the room for agreement.
"What do you suggest?" The president asks. Jake takes a deep sigh and stands up. He walks towards the whiteboard and erases the diagram Mat made. He picks up the marker and writes something short. He turns to us, presenting what he had written. Desire.
"What do you mean?" Mat asked.
"We know what Malak wants, what he desires."
"Death of the city?" I ask confusedly.
"No," He shakes his head. "You." He nods at me.
"So your suggesting we use Alex as bait?" The president asks.
"I say we crash a wedding." He corrects, not breaking his stare on me. My frown turns into a smile. I turn to the table.
"It think this is a good time to tell everyone that I'm engaged." I say and jaws drop.
"To Jake?" Someone asks.
"No, to the devil himself." I say. I look towards the president and he smiles.
"It's settled." He states.
"Under one condition. Harm is prevented to Alex at all costs." Jake's says to the president.
"I assure you Jake. Alex's wedding will not be her last." The president promises with a wink towards me. I blush and Jake nods.
The president dismisses the meeting and everyone got up from their seats. Jake came towards me with a smile.
"So you don't mind sharing me?" I ask him flirtatiously.
"If it's for the right reason." He says.
"Well you can't go crazy when you see me in my dress." I warn him, poking his stomach. He catches my hand and pulls my close to him.
"I want to show you something." He whispers in my ear. I look at him with a smile. Without consent he took my hand and pulled me through the room and out the hallway.
"Where are we going?" I ask him. He doesn't say anything but looks back at me and flashes me a toothy smile.
"Come on Jake, just tell me." I plead. He stops suddenly and turns to me.
"I came to the realization that I have never actually taken you out on a real date." He explains. He backs up into the door behind him and pushes it open with his back. "So..." He says and I step in the room. "Our first date." He says as he motions to the room. Its dim except the string of lights illuminating the walls. In the middle of the room a table with two place settings sits. Tall candles are placed in the center and the cloth is covered in rose petals. I turn to him, still leaning on the door.
"Jake... I don't know what to say." I breathe and he smiles. He walks up to the table and pulls open the chair.
"Say your hungry." He tells me and I chuckle. I walk over to the chair and sit. He pushes the chair in.
"Starving." I tell him. He laughs and sits down across from me.
"Would you like some grape juice?" He asks, holding a bottle of fake wine.
"Sure." I say, holding out my glass. He pours it smoothly and then pours his own.
"So, lets learn more about each other." He insists.
"Okay."
"I'll ask you questions and you'll give me the first answer that pops into your mind. Okay?" He asks excitedly. I gulp down my juice and slam it on the table.
"Try me." I tell him competitively. He chuckles and leans towards me.
"Favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Favorite food?"
"Um cake."
"Favorite word?"
"Victory."
"Biggest fear?"
"Snakes." I say and he raises his eyebrows at me. I roll my eyes. "And loosing you." I assure him and he nods happily.
"One thing you've learned in your life?"
"It happens unusually quickly." I say with a smirk.
"One final question." He says as he leans forward. "Desired outcome of your future?" I think about it for a moment.
"I want to be happy." I say simply and he leans back in his chair. "How about you?" I ask and he leans forward again.
"I want to make you happy."
"Good answer." I say with a smirk before downing my grape juice. "I have some questions for you."
"Shoot."
"Was I a pain in the ass when I was a prisoner?" I ask bluntly.
"The most beautiful pain in the ass I ever met." He says.
"We never talk about how we officially met." I say quietly, thinking back to the bloody incident.
"You never seemed to want to." He admits.
"I would rather forget."
"Maybe that's exactly why you should remember. You'll always have a scar on your chest. It represents the pain you've been through."
"I'm going to need a lot more scars." I joke and he smiles sadly.
"It hurts to see you in pain."
"But somehow I'm worth it?"
"Your more than worth it. Your an unfair trade and I got the better half."
"I have one more question for you." I say and lean forward closely to him.
"Yes?" He asks.
"Why me?" I ask and he smirks at the question then thinks of the answer.
"Your the only person I've met that fights for the right reasons." He settles with the answers and I smile.
"We're going to win this war aren't we?" I realize.
"Oh Sweetie. I already won the grand prize." He says and pulls me into a kiss.
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Raising Hell
Science Fiction"I starved myself but I never died. I have no idea how I survived that long without food. The floors I slept on where of moldy brick and sometimes a rat would curl up to my neck. I stopped caring. The warmth kept me sane." I took a deep breath and c...
