Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter Four

Olivia's POV
It was time to find Ben, I had my suspicions about his room being locked. I went back to his door and knocked softly, but still no answer. I started to get frustrated and decided to kick the door it.
Once the door came down, it landed with a loud crash. I knew somebody would have heard that so I quickly ran into the room searching, I searched the siting room and the bathroom, but when I finally went to the bedroom that when I discovered what happened to him.
Ben was tied to a chair on the side of the room, blood running down the of his face and the front of his shirt. He was unconscious, at least I hope he was and not dead. I rushed to him and gently shook him, he began to groan as his eyes opened squinting to see who was shaking him. He lifted his head and looked straight at me, he probably could barely see me because his glasses were missing.
"Olivia?" He rasped, barely choking out the word which was my name.
"Ben, are you alright?" I asked as I placed both of my hands on his face.
"Yes I think so." He said, his voice became clear.
"What happened?" I asked as I went behind the chair and began to untie him.
"Jack and I were walking down to eat when the ship came to a sudden stop or slowed down rapidly." He explained to me. "When Jack and I came back to investigate, he was standing there waiting for us. He pointed a gun a me, but then turned it on Jack and.."
He could not finish as he began to sob, Jack was his best friend since he became captain. They captained every ship together since Thomas died and I could not do any missions since I was technically dead, I had a desk job.
"Calm down Ben." I soothed him as I finished untying his hands. "Who is he?"
"That would be me." A familiar male voice entered the conversation. I quickly stood up, pulling my gun out from her waistband and pointing it at the door. My eyes widened as I saw the person whose voice I recognized, he stood with a gun pointed right back at me. His dull green eyes stared blankly at me as his lips formed a straight line frown. His short sandy brown hair still looked the same since the last time I laid eyes on him, clad in black clothes like the group.  It was my dead boyfriend Thomas Westbrook.
"Thomas?" I said shocked, lowering my gun slightly.
He formed a dark smile, those green eyes started to burn brightly with hatred for me. "Olivia." He said. "It has been a long time since I seen that beautiful face of yours. Five months?"
"Like wise Thomas, it has been five months." I said as I raised my gun back up. "You are suppose to be dead."
"I have come back from the dead, love." He said sarcastically. "Are you not suppose to be dead to? I believe that the news said you and your sister died in a terrible house explosion."
"That's what you like to think Thomas, but I am not dead." I said. "Why did you not let us know you were alive?"
"Why should I have to?" He snarled. "You both left me for dead in that fucking building when it collapsed!"
My eyes widened again. "What?" I asked. "No I did not Thomas!"
"Yes you did!" Thomas screamed. "You left me to die in that damn building. If the fucking building did not kill me, then you left me to be compromised to the enemy!"
I shook my head. "That is not what happened Thomas!" I yelled as tears of frustration streamed down my face. "When I knew you were not behind me anymore, I turned around to go back and save you. However, before I could move a step, a sniper shot me in the chest and the force of the shot knocked me out the window."
"It is the truth Thomas." Ben reassured him. "I found her on the embankment a mile down the river, she almost died from blood loss and hypothermia."
Suddenly, something set Thomas off. He rushed over to Ben and placed the gun to his forehead, cocking the gun. Ben closed his eyes as he began to tremble, I pointed my gun at Thomas.
"Drop the gun Thomas!" I shouted.
Thomas looked at me with fire in his eyes. "You are with him are you not?" He asked.
This was where all my secrets that I have kept from everybody, including my sister, from the past five months began to unravel.