Indestructible.

12- Go.

   This chapter is dedicated to two awesome followers, Elizabeth_Circle and who_paige

When we arrive to the restaurant, we all slide out of the cab and Ivy tosses the unwanted bullet onto the street. I look around to figure out if I can spot anyone looking suspicious, but I find nobody.

Why do I still feel like I'm being watched?

We all walk into the restaurant, Dean holding the door open for all of us. Once inside, a waitress smiles to us from behind a small podium, "How many?"

"Four." Barrett replies to the waitress. She has long blonde hair and hazel eyes, with a fake smile on her face. She guides us out of the doorway of the nice restaurant and towards the fancy aisles of tables and booths.

"Table or booth?" She questions us again as we round a corner and head down an aisle full of people chomping down on delicious-smelling meals.

"Table." Barrett answers, being the first to sit down at the square table with red cushioned seats that the waitress shows to us.

Dean places himself in the seat next to Barrett, after pulling out the chairs across the table for me and Ivy. We both thank him and plop our butts into the chairs as the waitress starts taking our drink orders.

"Waters for all of us please." Ivy tells the waitress when the waitress asks Barrett what he would like to drink. None of us protest as the woman scribbles the order on her notepad, hands us four menus, and then scurries off to get us our drinks.

"You guys don't need to drink anything besides water right now, don't you think?" Ivy explains herself, "We need to hydrate."

Dean and Barrett nod, and I smile in response. The hairs on my neck haven't gone back into place.

"I'm going to use the restroom... I'll be right back guys..." I mutter quietly, and then push out my chair to rise to my feet, "Do you know where it is?"

Ivy nods, "Down that way and to the left... You can't miss it."

"Thanks." I respond quickly and then head down the aisle and in the direction Ivy had told me to go. On the way I dodge a few waitresses and eye a few people glaring at me from their tables.

When I see the restroom sign, I speed up a bit. The women's room is right next to another door, that must lead to the kitchen. The men's room is on the opposite side of the little hallway where the doors sit.

I make my way towards the door, and as soon as my hand rests on the handle, I get yanked away from it. I cry out, but the sound becomes muffled when a man's hand flies over my mouth.

   "Shhh..." A familiar voice rings throughout the kitchen, a laugh following it, "It's just me."

   My heart skips a beat, maybe two, when the recognition in the man's voice forces the image of Keaton into my mind. The thought of the man being him wasn't faulty, I find out, when I am shoved against the now closed kitchen door.

   The room is brighter than the other parts of the restaurant, and the light hits my eyes suddenly, causing me to squint at the man in front of me.

   Keaton's body is covered by a dark gray suit, but his muscles still bulge out from from under it. His dark hair flows nicely in locks, but his icy eyes are no where near nice.

   "You know what?" He growls right before he grabs my jaw in his huge hand, "I watched my best friend breathe his last breath today... Bleeding out from his side... Underneath the vines of one of your freakin' friends."