Indestructible.

14- Lex... I have a question.

"Lex." Ivy's voice arouses me from my restful sleep, "Are you awake?"

"Mhm." I mumble, still half asleep under the comfortable hotel comforter.

"Well I need to know if you want to get some breakfast? Or do you just want me to bring some to yah?" She asks me, voice drifting from a distance, "Barrett and I are going to go down to the breakfast buffet before everyone eats all the food."

"Just bring me something." I answer her, wanting badly to go back to sleep.

"Okay." She tells me, the sound of a door opening following, "Well, Dean is in the shower. Don't have too much fun."

"I won't." I groan back, flipping over onto my stomach. I pull a white hotel pillow over my head as an attempt to block out the sunlight that is streaming brightly from the one window in our room.

After the sound of their footsteps get farther away and the sound of the door closing, only the steady hum of the shower splashes around in my ears.

Even the sound of that calms me, making me want to go to sleep even more than I had just wanted to. But, when the sound of a door opening jolts me out of my dreamless daze, I moan to whoever is disturbing me, "Let me sleep longer."

Instead of receiving an answer, I receive eerie silence.

The hairs on the back of my neck prick upward, and my heart beats faster as I start to worry about who it could be. Did Ivy and Barrett forget something... Or did someone else just walk in?

The worrying forces me to sit up and take a look at who had opened the door, and when I turn over and open my eyes, I stare at three men. Three government men.

The thick-chested man from the restaurant stands next to the orange-headed man from the restaurant, both of them standing behind the one person I would not have hoped, or expected to see.

   Keaton.

   I stare at the cuffs that are harmlessly hanging on his belt loop, making clinging noises as Keaton takes a step towards the white bed. The hotel room isn't big, with only one door. The only furniture the room has in it are two beds, one nightstand, one TV, and a couple lamps that aren't on, but light the whole room up when they are.

   Underneath the bed, right near the bottom of my nightstand, sits my gun, loaded and ready for action. Of course, I can't get to it from here, so I just watch and wait for them to do something. Anything.

   All three of the men's eyes are trained on me, full attention honed in as Keaton starts speaking to me with his shaky voice, "The government is giving me one more shot."

   "One more job." He continues after a long pause of just staring at me with those beady blue eyes, "And that job is to kill you."

   My heart sinks almost ten feet, or at least, it feels like it.

   I listen intently as Keaton continues, his eyes unblinking, "We can't harm your body... But we can poison you."

   The thought has never occurred to me... Never sprouted as a fear in my mind until now.

   I fly out of bed, ripping the covers off of me and then standing up. Unfortunately, Keaton grabs me before I can bend over and reach for my gun.

   "Don't try to escape... It's useless." He explains, pain coursing through his tone, "Especially since we locked the door... And shut down the elevator your friends went into."

   "What are you going to do with me?" I bark back at him, the image of Ivy and Barrett locked in an elevator together floating around in my sleepy mind, "Are you going to shove liquid down my throat and just watch me die?!"