Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 10- Honesty

I stalked the halls for multiple weeks, under close watch of Salazar of course. He never let me out of his sight and when I thought he did, he was always there. I hated it. I felt trapped in the very place that gave me my freedom.

"Do you do anything else besides walk around?" Salazar asked me one morning.

I didn't reply, continuing my long eternity of silence.

"Why don't you build a puzzle or watch TV?"

My gaze snapped to where Harper was walking up, papers in hand. His gaze met mine and I quickly looked down.

"Harper," Salazar faced the man.

"I need to talk to you about something," Harper motioned to the papers in his hand, ignoring me completely.

"I can't leave her."

"Go to the briefing room and I'll meet you there," Harper decided, handing Salazar the papers.

"Okay," Salazar seemed hesitant but followed orders anyways.

Harper starting walking down the hallway the opposite way we had come. I had to lengthen my stride for his longer one. He glanced back to see me lagging nervously behind and stopped.

It'd been him and Mason both that were to hurt me, according to the torture I'd gone through. I felt just slightly more comfortable around Harper, but the idea of him being a threat was still fresh in my mind.

"You're going to talk to him," Harper told me.

I widened my eyes. "No! That can't happen!"

"And why not?" Harper pressed.

"Because," I breathed nervously, "when I was away, I was tortured into thinking Mason and you were the bad guys. I know if I see him again, I'm going to try to kill him. I don't want that."

"He's prepared this time," Harper gazed at me gently. "You won't be able to hurt him."

"What if I do?"

"I don't think you can," Harper stopped.

I faced him immediately, my gaze narrowing. It was the shock of all the torture coming back that made me lunge out. Harper suddenly had me in an arm lock, my arms unable to move. I grumbled and stared at him, his gaze cool.

"I'm alright," I spoke calmly. "Let me go."

"You sure?" Harper cocked his head, smirking.

"Yes."

I breathed deeply again and nodded. Without another hesitation, I felt Harper release my arms and push me away. And as much as I wanted to, I didn't lunge again.

"Go," Harper suddenly spoke.

"What?"

"You need some space alone," Harper shrugged, his tattooed arms flexing. "So go find it."

I tilted my head and smiled so my teeth showed. "You sent him off so I could be free, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harper smiled mischievously.

I shook my head and turned to leave. Harper went the other direction within moments.

It didn't take me very long to find myself almost lost in the base. I stopped, looking around in confusion. A doorway to the room with t-shirts made me smile. It sparked realization instantly.

Walking into the room, I noticed unfinished folding. I began folding the shirts neatly and rapidly. All the years my mom had spent teaching me good housekeeping was proving worthy. I hummed a song she would sing to me as I worked.