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19: One Last Time

19: One Last Time

Connor Rogers

“Eleanor.”

It was her. She was there. Standing just a mere ten feet from me.

But she was behind Erik. As though I was the one she should be afraid of. When I was trying to save her.

“Great! Everyone’s saying hi now,” Erik clapped, as though he was watching a drama. But his face grew sober and his eyes dropped into a cold glare, “now we get into business.”

Eleanor Kings

I was staring at him. I couldn’t even believe he was here.

I tried inching sideways, but Erik’s hand shot out to catch mine, and he held it in a death grip that I knew I wouldn’t escape even if I put all my strength into it.

Connor was glaring at his hand clamped on my wrist, “Let go of her, Xavier.”

“What’s it to you, Rogers?” Erik spat, “I’m her boyfriend. I have every right to hold her hand.” He squeezed a little harder, and I gaped in pain.

“LET HER GO!” He roared, taking a step forward, but the bodyguards surrounded him, gunpoint at his head.

My heart leaped out for Connor, and I stopped struggling. I looked pleadingly up at Erik, telling him with my eyes to have mercy. He got the message, and signaled the gunners to back away. TJ and the other black-haired man lowered their guns as well.

“Erik, you can let me go now,” I started, “I won’t run.” I gave him my best stare, and somehow that made him cave in. His grip loosened and I immediately massaged my wrist.

“You gave her those bruises,” Connor said all of a sudden.

Erik scowled. “What?”

“That’s why she’s wearing long-sleeves all the time,” he continued. Erik smirked. Connor gritted his teeth.

“YOU BASTARD!”

My eyes widened as he charged at Erik like a train at full-speed, even Erik couldn’t react to it. He panicked and screamed, “GRAB HIM!”

The gunners sprang forwards and grabbed him, restraining him as he struggled and grumbled and swore. I wanted to reach for him.

“Connor!”

Erik’s hand was back on mine, and his face was inches away from mine, grey eyes sparkling madly, “You’re coming with me.” In the distance there was a hoot from the ship. It had started.

“NO!” I screamed as Erik tossed me over his shoulder. He started carrying me away from Connor, who bellowed louder than ever.

“Connor! Connor!” Tears were streaking down my face. I bashed my fists against Erik’s back, but he completely ignored me. Connor was getting smaller and smaller, the distance between us growing wider and wider. Erik was taking me towards the ship, where he would load the weapons before getting on, and he was going to take me with him.

Connor Rogers

Anger blazed within me stronger than it had ever before, and I broke free from the gunners’ headlock with a barbaric roar.

Eleanor was gone by now, and I was ready to chase after her, but I had to deal with these people first. I whipped out my guns, and with several quick shots, I crippled all of them.