Missing The Mark ✔

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I turned away from Kol and found Har standing at the door, looking in at us with the world's largest scowl. I cleared my throat awkwardly then took a step forward. "Here he is.." I mumbled.

"What's he doing in here?" Har asked. Har began to step into the room. He looked around, probably for something out of place. Har's presence in the room was overwhelming. He appeared tall, muscular, and imposing, draped in an all-black ensemble - black top, black jeans, and a black jacket with only a grey beanie offering a dash of color. His steps were giant and it felt like he could cross the room in just a split second.

"I uh we uh-" Before I could finish my unpolished lie, there was the ringing eruption of a gunshot. I instantly ducked, not really knowing where it came from. But just as quickly as it came, another came right after it. The only thought in my mind was Kol. 

I heard him yell out in pain. I regained composure quickly after the two shots were fired and I saw as Kol dropped to the ground, his weapon falling out of his hand. Before I could reach him to inspect his wounds, Har was already there, proving my theory that he could actually reach across the room in a split second. It was clear Har hadn't been injured. And this was the reason why I was so frustrated with Kol having a gun. He missed! He ended up getting shot. What the hell?

He went to Kol and grabbed him up from the front of his top and lifted him off the ground. "I should kill you," Har seethed and a smile tempted my lips; ironic, that's what Kol said to me when he chased me out of my house, him and his friend. I gazed at Kol; his face contorted with pain, as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His skin, once flush with color, turned an ashen gray. Tremors wracked his body as he clutched his upper arm, his clothes stained with the vivid red of his own blood. The pain etched in his features was unmistakable, and his breaths came in ragged, shallow gasps. Frankly, he was being a bit dramatic. But I wouldn't actually know, I was never stupid enough to actually get shot. 

I wanted to say something but I didn't know what. I couldn't speak to Kol (I don't think he would've had much to say anyway) because Har actually thinks I'm on their side. So, I walked to Har and patted his back once. "Are you going to kill him now?"

"Shut the fuck up and leave, Daniel. Your work here is done." He blinked back at me. I looked to Kol then back to Har. He looked scared. His features screamed he was in pain, but his eyes held fear. Which is something I've never seen on Kol. He stared between Har and me, and then finally his gaze remained on him. I didn't know what the hell I was supposed to do. Should I leave him? I think I should. I didn't ask for this entire expedition. I didn't want to come here and search this house. The only thing I was supposed to do was deliver him, and I barely even had to do that because he came willingly. I am innocent in this entire situation. I will be innocent if I just turn around and leave, and go home and forget all about Kol and Lukas and Har and Boris.

"Danny.." Kol got out and I furrowed my eyebrows at him. I cleared my throat awkwardly, then turned away from them. I left the room and closed the door behind me. A sigh left my lips. I need to leave now. I have to leave now before I change my mind. I quickly paced down the narrow hall and then down the steps. After almost slipping down on their carpet, and tripping on a random object on the staircases, I made it down the stairs and came face to face with their living room, and the door adjacent to me. I looked between the room and the door.

The door.

I opened the door and then slammed it shut. This is stupid. I don't know why I'm doing this. I should just leave. Why didn't I leave? In lieu of leaving, I walked into their living room. I have no idea what I'm looking for, but I begin to search anyway. I cursed myself for even coming back here and doing this. I looked at the room again. Nothing in this room seems out of place; there are such few items here. I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was something hidden here, something that might get me out of the mess I'd willingly walked into. But what could it be, and where should I look next?