The Obsession

A Dangerous Mission

*Jason's POV*

Mark and I were armed with guns in case anything went wrong, but Y/N had nothing.

Which meant I wouldn't let her out of my sight.

"Okay, here's the plan. Mark, you'll go left. Try to find a way in from there. Y/N and I will go right, and we'll tell you if we find a way in." I explained.

"We?" Y/N asked.

"I don't want to stay with you."

"You have to." I said firmly.

"You don't have a weapon and I don't want you getting hurt."

"Well why can't I stay with Mark?" She continued.

Mark looked at me, then at her and shook his head.

"Look, you're staying with me, and that's final." I said in a rough tone.

I hated to be harsh with her, but I needed her to listen for her own protection.

"No, I'm not doing it. I hate you." She refused.

Those words hurt me more than anything, but I had to stay calm.

"Fine." I said.

I pulled out a knife, and she backed away from me.

"I'm not going to stab you." I reassured her.

"Take the knife."

"What am I going to do with this?" She questioned.

I looked her straight in the eyes and held onto her arms.

"Listen to me Y/N, we're going to split up. But if you see anyone that's a threat to you or the rest of us, use this knife."

She shook her head.

"Take it back." She murmured.

"No, you'll need it more than me."

She finally accepted the knife after a few minutes of trying to convince her, and we moved towards the building.

She caught my gaze and I nodded at her.

"You know what to do." I whispered.

*Your POV*

What am I going to do with a weapon?

After the three of us had split up, I was alone with no idea what to do.

"Now's my chance to escape and leave Jason." I thought.

So why haven't I tried to leave yet?

I was about to round a corner when I saw an armed man.

He's going to see me if I walk out there.

I took the chance and walked around the corner.

He saw me right away, and immediately started shooting at me.

I managed to dodge his bullets and before I realized what I was doing, I threw my knife.

It was a perfect throw.

The knife hit his chest, and he fell to the ground.

I walked over to him and found out that he was dead.

What did I do?

I just killed someone.

I stared at my hands, trying to take in what I just did.

It was too much to absorb, so I ran.

I didn't even know where I would go, but I needed to get away from the scene.

Somehow, I managed to catch up to Jason.

He held the gun at me until he realized who I was.

"Shoot me Jason." I cried, and grabbed his gun.

"What? Why would I-" He asked, confused.

"I killed someone! I-I threw a knife at him! Please Jason, just shoot me! End me now!"

"Y/N, calm down. I'm not going to shoot you." He whispered.

I sobbed.

"If it makes you feel better, you can stay with me." He offered.

Of course that wouldn't make me feel better, but what choice did I have?

And I was too afraid to decline his offer.

"O-okay." I stuttered.

We walked for a while until we  reached a door.

Jason kicked it open. Inside, there were at least two hundred stacks of briefcases.

Jason opened a case, and inside it was about ten bags of what I'm assuming is powdered drugs.

"That's the good stuff." Jason murmured to himself in a triumphant tone.

He spoke into his walkie talkie.

"Mark, I found the goods."

"Y/N, help me get some of these into this bag." He ordered.

I accepted the bag from him but hesitated.

I didn't want to commit anynore crimes.

Killing someone was enough for me.

The bag fell from my hands as I released my grip on it.

"Jason, I-I can't do this." I breathed shakily, and ran from the room. 

"Wait!" He yelled, but I wouldn't listen.

Before I could leave the building, I slammed into something.

It knocked me to the ground, and I looked up to see that it wasn't something, but someone.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He asked.

All I could think was, "I'm screwed."

That's the end of Part 11 :)
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