Kidnapped

Caved In

Lander's POV
I follow Blake up the rocky slope. From my perspective, her back seems strangely rigid, and although I can't tell what her face looks like, her legs look wobbly as she walked. It looked like at any moment she would fall down and I would be free from this insane grasp she has on me. That gets my hopes up.
The slope gets even rockier, but my body seems to know what to do, where to step. In my head, I'm raging because I don't like it. I don't like being controlled. Especially by her.
Then I feel it: Freedom. I feel myself pull back and away from Blake. I stop and watch as Blake goes on ahead. She doesn't seem to notice that I'm not trailing after her anymore. After a few moments, she disappears around a corner. I don't think about calling her back, because I don't need her back. I just need information from her.
PING!
The sound sails over my head and someone yells out a swear. I run and shoot backwards. My gun was still in my hands, but I was running out of bullets. I pull off my bag and rummage around it, looking for another magazine set. The corner Blake disappeared behind come up and I crouched down before aiming in the shooters' direction. The guys in white walk closer, and I see that it was just the two in front who are shooting at me. The others were looking around or giving me dirty looks. What the hell? I shoot the guy on the left and there is a pause for a moment. We all watch as the guy falls down with a grunt. The snow around him turns red within a second.
The three guys who had been walking behind the two shooters start to shoot in my direction. I move back as my gun runs out of ammo. The guy that I shot is still lying down in the snow and I grin.

Geneva's POV
My autopilot drives me toward the cave. In my head, I'm thinking out loud. I'm under attack, and surprisingly, so is Lander. Some five guys are after us and firing their weapons. And somehow I have managed to influence Lander enough to bring him along unwillingly, even though I still couldn't read him. My right arm is still--
There's a tug on my consciousness, something shifts over, but I'm still moving toward the cave. The connection I had a minute ago is gone. Lander is gone and I'm still walking.
Suddenly I'm annoyed. How did he manage to break away so fast?
PING!
I hear the sound and it reverberated through me. I pull myself off autopilot and pause, my heart thudding. The drop to the ground happens automatically as the bullet sails past me. I look around and see that I'm a few feet from the large cave. Around the corner, I could see someone crouched there. I notice the black clothes and know that it's Lander, but the uneasy feeling in my heart doesn't go away. Lander doesn't have enough bullets; I took the magazines when he wasn't looking.
I watch as he pulls the last magazine out of his bag and reloads his gun. He aims and fires. There's a thud and I grimace.
That's it.
I concentrate hard, pulling on Lander and catch a shift a second later. He starts to stand up and I sigh. My right arm seemed to be bleeding even more and the pain that I have been ignoring for some time now is starting to make itself be known. There's a dull ache where the rock jabbed me, but it's growing with each second.
The snow around Lander's feet shows signs of struggle as I pull him to a standing position. The gunfire increases, but I put up a force field around him. I move into the cave and Lander walks in too. His glare is threatening, but I don't look back like he wants me to. I stare outside the cave, where the four guys were bound to show up any minute.
We need to cover up the entrance of the cave. Or at least I need to.

Lander's POV
Again.
Somehow the freak took me away again without consent.
I glare at her, but she doesn't even give me a glance. She just stares out in the cold. I'm waiting for those idiots to come running in. Does she want to get caught? Or maybe she's been working for them all of this time.
Her hands come up again and she exhales a long breath as if she's been holding it for a long time. Just as the ground slightly rumbles, I am free. The bind unravels slowly. The four guys come running into the field in front of the cave she pulled us into, but they haven't seen us yet. They don't seem to notice the rumbling ground either. Blake's hands rise higher and then it happens: a large price of rock rises out of the ground and slams into place in front of the cave.
Blake inhales and exhales a few times before turning around. I point my gun at her. There's blood running down her face and her eyes look unfocused. Her right arm is limp and I notice the blood trickling down it. She tries to take a step forward and stumbles.
I tighten my hold on the metal part of my gun. "Stop right where you are." Blake brings up her left hand and stumbles forward again. "I said--"
And she's down. Blake tips forward until her body meets the cave ground.