The Dark Hunters

Chapter 9

Braden POV

Head Quarters is calm when we arrive. Which is soothing, and much different than The Junior High. Which was chaotic and most definitely NOT soothing. In any way possible.

I leave bloody footprints as I run to the other people that work at the organization, Peter right on my heels.

"Please." I beg a man in a dark blue business suit behind the front desk. "Help her." I gesture to Livy's bloodied, battered body in my arms.

The man taps his ear and says into his earpiece, "We need medics down here on the first floor, pronto. We have a severely wounded female spy." I hear a mess of mumbling from the earpiece. "Yes", he says quietly, "it's Livy. Alert the Queen. Its finally happened."

I don't know what the hell that means, but I pay no mind. I just stare at Livy.
Soon a cot on wheels, with 8 or 9 nurses pushing, or running alongside it, come rushing down the hall towards us.

"Put her down on the cot. NOW!" She barks at me. So as quickly and as gently as I can, I lay Livy down on the cot.

Letting my fingers linger on her aesthetic face. One of the nurses starts to draw us away from her, but not before I see them sticking an assortment of tubes and needles into her compact body, as they rolled her away.

I felt something wet on my face and with astonishment, I realize it's a tear, and not surprisingly, Peter has his hand over his mouth and tears are pouring, like a rainstorm, down his face.

I kinda feel bad for him, but I can't stop thinking of Livy. Her face. Her perfect red lips. Her closed eyes. Her ghostly white face. The look of pain, as clear as day, reflecting from her closed eyelids.
So cold.
So pale.
So beautiful.