Paralysed By Choices ✔️

Chapter thirty six: When I Get My Hands On You, You're Coming To Hell With Me.

I've been sitting here for what felt like hours but in reality, it had only been a couple of minutes. My mind rehashed the memories of the past few years and all the fun we had as friends. I didn't think I would be able to have fun without Jess but Norrie looked so much alike her and it felt like Jess was back again.

Sure, I was bitch back then and I still was but with Norrie, it all seemed like Jess was never really gone.

I stared at Norrie's lifeless body. The blood had stopped seeping from her wound and her eyes were wide open, staring at nothing but the ceiling. I wondered what she was thinking in her last moments. Joe? Jason? I shook the thought away and got myself up.

I was still sore, my entire body throbbing like I had just being hit by a Double-Decker bus and I desperately needed to get out this garage before anybody else trapped me in here. I took the bloody knife and placed it in the back of my jeans and covered it up with my t-shirt.

My footsteps echoed the garage as I left Norrie to ponder what she did. She caused this, of course she did. If it wasn't for her, Joe would have never gotten this far and Noah would still be alive. The thing was, Norrie only killed one person. The person I needed to be concentrating on was Joe Lock.

He initiated this and he started this war that was never ending. I gathered my thoughts and walked over to the unlocked door, I took one last glance at the dead corpse I once called my best friend and I opened the door. The lights shined through and nobody was in sight. I had a weapon and my skills, I could do this.

I was going to kill Joe Lock.

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The thought came to my mind when Noah died. I didn't know that I would kill Norrie; I hoped that I could get her on my side again even after Noah died. I was furious that she looked me in the eyes, smirked and shot Noah without a second thought. Sure, in that moment I could have easily killed her no problem but then I realised that Lock was the reason for this.

I closed the door to the garage, leaving Norrie behind. She would have killed you, I told myself. It was self defence. That was all it was, nothing else.

It was an eerie silence, the one that I hated the most. My ears didn't pick up any movement from anybody and my eyes didn't notice anybody in sight. I had the knife tucked away if I needed it and I continued down the long hallway with many corners and doors. I checked every door to find it empty with nothing inside.

I was still confused as to why they brought me to Paris just to kill me. If I was Lock, I would have killed me back in America but he didn't. I thought of Jason again and my stomach turned at how I had bad news for him if I got back home. I didn't know how he would take it or if he would believe or forgive me and I know it would take time for him to process.

I shook the thought away and concentrated on what I was really doing. I was not trying to escape, no. That was too easy for Alexis. I was going after the man who put me through this, I was going to put a knife to his throat and slit it.

I finished going down the hallway and backed myself up against a wall. I checked to see if anybody was in sight and luckily, it was all clear. I continued down the lighted hallway and suddenly, I heard voices coming from around the corner.

I stopped in my tracks and listened to their conversation. "Norrie est allé après Alexis. Lock le sait ne se terminera pas si bien que nous devons attendre pour Alexis arriver après avoir tué son meilleur ami."

Translation: "Norrie went after Alexis. Lock knows it will not end well so we have to wait for Alexis to arrive after killing her best friend."

I cursed at myself for not taking up French in high school. I decided to take Spanish instead, why didn't we end up in Spain? I backed myself up against the wall and waited for the conversation to end. I knew they were talking about me and Norrie but what about us? Lock had something big up his sleeve.

I decided that I couldn't wait any longer, I revealed myself to the two men talking and when one caught my eyes, he forced me up against the wall. I slammed my head against the wall and reached for the knife where I plunged it into the man's stomach. He groaned as I kicked him off him just as the other one came at me with his fists.

He threw a punch but I ducked, he hit it on the wall and screamed in pain as I took the knife out of the dead man's body and sliced his throat open. Blood poured out onto the open floor and spilled all over my shoes, I cringed and shook the wet blood off. I wiped the blood off the knife and placed it in my pocket while I stepped over the two bodies and continued on with my journey to finding Lock.

I looked around the corner to see nothing out of place and I looked back at the dead bodies to see if anyone was about to jump me. I heard a crackle and then a voice. "Have you got eyes on her?" My eyes landed on a radio attached to the guy with the exposed throat. I headed over to him, bent down and picked up the radio. I realised that the voice that just spoke was Lock's.

This was the perfect way in which to get my revenge.

I pressed the button and put it close to my mouth. "Unfortunately, your people can't talk right now." I smirked at the radio while standing up straight and leaning against the wall.

"Ah, Alexis," I could feel the smile in his tone, like he got just what he wanted. "I didn't think you had it in you."

I frowned, confused at what he was saying. "What? To kill your men? Oh, yeah. Piece of cake."

"No," he growled, "to kill your best friend." As he said that, it hit me. I did kill my best friend but she was never my best friend. She was only pretending to be.

I began to walk down the hallway and turn the corner, trying my best to hear his voice talk in one of the rooms. "Was that your plan?" I dragged on the silence, "to ask Norrie to kill me?"

He chuckled into the radio, making my anger boil. "And I knew she'd lose."

All this time Norrie was being manipulated by Lock and he didn't even care that she was dead. I continued down the hall, holding myself back from throwing profanities at him. "When I get my hands on you, you're coming to hell with me."

He chuckled and I stopped in my tracks to hear nothing in this hallway. I moved on and found a stairwell and climbed up it. Another set of hallways and doors filled my eyesight and I sighed as this was going to be a long day. My body began to throb again; I really needed a hospital after this and probably a few nights drinking at a bar.

"What makes you think you'll get out of this, Alexis?" He snickered, his voice filling the hallway. I trailed down it, clutching the radio in my hand. "You'll never win."

I laughed at his statement. "Well, I did kill most of your men so one more won't hurt." I glared straight ahead to see a big room at the end of the hall. He chuckled loud enough for me to hear him inside. I smirked and slowly crept my way to where I heard the voice. I was going slowly, not wanting my footsteps to make the floors creak.

"It's your time to go, Alexis," he said, "it's time for revenge."

I rolled my eyes and reached the door that probably led to one big room filled with Lock and his fist. "It sure is." I smirked as I grabbed the door handle and twisted it slowly before flinging it open.

It revealed nothing. My eyes scanned the room carefully and I felt like somebody was watching me. I slowly made my way into the room, feeling the silence get into my head. I wanted to grab the knife but my mind was fixated on the empty room where I swore I heard his sinister voice.

I took a few steps into the room with my shoes echoing the empty room. A light hung above me, giving this room some light that overthrew the darkness. No windows were visible and there was only me inside. I sensed somebody near and when the door slammed shut behind me, I swung around to saw Lock standing right in front of me.

I glared at him as his eyes met mine. He smirked, it made me angrier. "Let's get this revenge started."