The Rule - Marcus (COMPLETE)

Chapter Six

-Mia

I splash the icy cold tap water onto my face and look In the mirror;

I must be crazy to have done this

I'm in the airport toilets, regretting my decision to run away with Marcus, he's waiting for me outside because he thinks I'll try to escape. Which I have, twice.

I sigh and turn around, opening the door. Marcus is at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall. As I approach him, he stands up and smiles,

'Took you long enough'

I narrow my eyes at him 'I was looking for an escape route'

Marcus laughs, 'too bad that you have me as your bodyguard'

'Bodyguard?' I scoff, 'you're the one who needs a bodyguard considering you're the one "missing"

He rolls his eyes and holds his hand out, 'come on then, "bodyguard"

I reluctantly take Marcus' hand and together we start walking to the plane gate.

I know how he's feeling, scared, although Marcus has an incredible talent in hiding how he's feeling. He instructed me to call him "Lucas" while in public as he doesn't want anyone working for Jasper to find out where he is.

We approach the gate and Marcus hands the boarding passes to the air stewardess, I look around at the people walking through the airport. My eyes fall on a figure in a black hoodie, staring at me from across the walkway, I blink and they're gone.

I don't think about it again.

•••

The flight lasted for what seemed like years, my heart was pounding like crazy since it was my first time on a plane, I kept tightening my seatbelt every time the plane went over some turbulence, much to Marcus' amusement.

I'm sure he was used to it, being the alpha's brother, he must fly a lot, especially since we were in business class which, might I add, was incredibly spacious and comfortable.

We watched a few movies, including my favourite one- 'les miserablès' . I couldn't help but shed a few tears and I even caught Marcus doing the same, even if he claimed 'he poked himself in the eye'.

I had to ignore multiple phone-calls from my friends asking where I was, as did Marcus since Dylan was calling him every five minutes. I felt sorry for him since we left him to deal with the wrath of Jasper, and we all know how he gets when he's angry.

•••

Once plane had landed and we were through passport security, Marcus and I stood in baggage claim, waiting for our suitcases to come by on the conveyor belt.

I rummage around in my handbag when I see a shadow flash past, I look up and catch a glimpse of the hooded figure again. My heart starts to beat faster and I pray for Marcus to return soon with the bags.

'You ready?' Marcus' voice snaps me out of my daydream and I spin around,

'Oh... yeah.' I walk over to him and he smiles at me.

'The hotel isn't far from here, I've ordered a taxi.' I nod and look down, then a question passed over my mind and I look up again as we start to head towards the exit, 'where even are we?'

Marcus chuckles while wheeling the suitcases next to him, 'we're in Paris.' My eyes widen.

Paris? I've never been to Europe before, I can't even speak French!

I clear my throat before answering, 'I can't speak any French.'

Marcus lets out a laugh, 'it's a good thing I'm fluent then or we'd be in big trouble.'

I sigh in relief, my mind fully diverted from the hooded figure I keep seeing.

•••

'This place is bigger than my future' I say in awe, looking around the penthouse that Marcus booked for us to stay in, I run my hand lightly along the huge king size bed.

'That's not hard though, right?' Marcus comments from the kitchen which causes me to scowl. I walks back into the kitchen and help Marcus unpack our suitcases. To break the silence I ask a question I've been wondering about since we left,

'What are you gonna do if Jasper finds you?' I ask. Marcus falls silent and doesn't answer for what seems like hours,

'I don't know...' he admits, 'I thought that I could fight him but he would win no problem so there wouldn't really be anything I could do.'

I sigh and look down, 'well let's just hope he doesn't find us then?'

Marcus gives me a reassuring smile, 'I'm sure he won't.'

•••

the door slams open, stood in the doorway is the hooded black figure. I freeze, terrified, I can't move a muscle, they advance towards me. Suddenly, I find the strength to move and I sprint onto the balcony, seeing nowhere else to run, I lock the balcony doors behind me. The hooded figure is walking towards the door painfully slow. My heart thumps in my chest so hard I could explode.

As he reaches the door, they lifts a finger. Tapping the glass three times, it smashes everywhere. I feel vile rising up my throat in terror, I back away until my lower back is pressed against the glass railings separating me from my death. There's nowhere else to hide. I let out a shrill scream as the figure approaches me. I notice a large knife held in their leather gloved hand.

The figure reaches towards his hood, about to pull it down, before I fall.

Only darkness follows.

•••

I wake in a fit of screams, the room is unfamiliar and cold, there is a slight smell of mould and dampness.

As sweat drops down my forehead I go to raise a hand to brush the hair out of my face, but I can't.

It's then I realise that I'm tied up with huge, thick ropes. So tightly I almost can't breathe.

'Hello?' I call out, into the endless oblivion.

A bright light suddenly blinds me and I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to shield them. As soon as I regain sight I open my eyes, only to see the hooded black figure stood in the doorway...

•••

Who do you guys think the figure is? I think I know :)

Sorry it jumps scenes a lot I was running out of ideas :/