Blurred Lines

Intricate crossroads

Micheal pov

I woke up handcuffed to a table, but I didn't let on that I had returned to reality while I assessed my surroundings.

As far as I can tell I'm alone, someone patched up my bullet wound pretty well and I'm still in my stripper clothes.

In one movement I get my hand out of a cuff, kick up the table and stand, strutting to the door, which is unlocked because these people are idiots, and toss the handcuffs behind me once I get the other hand out.

I walk down the empty hall a little pissed, because one of my kind of friends is dead and the other probably is too.

I went up a floor just as alarms went off, and the next floor turned out to be a gym with a minimal amount of people in it, telling me it was still late at night. I went up to the nearest person and asked,

"Excuse me, how the fuck do I get out of here?" He turns and looks up to me in confusion, looking me up and down and asking,

"Aren't you the guy Chris just brought in?" Who the fuck is Chris?

"Hell if I know, someone kicked me and I woke up cuffed to a table." I say sarcastically, and he takes half a step back.

Just then a door across the room opens and I see the guy who knocked me out, and I still couldn't shake the fact he looked familiar as he yelled,

"Rich get him!" The boy turned back to me but I was already moving. I pinned him to the floor with my stiletto while taking his knife and said,

"Another step and he dies." The boy's expression changed to anger, and the girl behind him drew a gun, shooting quickly.

Adrenaline slowed things down enough for me to turn enough for her to miss, and I pressed my boot down a little more.

"What do you want from me?" I snapped, and the boy turned to the girl, murmuring something. She huffed and crossed her arms, and the boy dropped his gun, putting his hands up in a sign of surrender.

"All I want to do is talk to you." He said, taking a hesitant step forward. I heard someone moving toward me behind me and waited for him to get close while saying,

"Bullshit. You aren't getting anything out of me." I heard the person behind me's clothes rippled, signalling he went to attack me and I twisted, grabbing the punch he threw and pulling him in front of me, putting the knife to his neck and holding an arm still so he couldn't try anything.

"Jesus Christ this guy is good." Rich said under me, voice strained. I stepped down a bit more, shutting him up as air became more of a struggle for him.

I could tell by the two I wasn't holding's reactions they were their friends, and said simply,

"I'll let them go," I paused, then saying, "If you let me leave."

"We cant do that." I sighed, releasing the buff guy I had a knife to, shoving him away, then looking down at rich, who could breathe but it was difficult.

I moved my boot and he gasped in oxygen. I squat down and grabbed his collar, hauling him up and shoving him to buff guy.

"How about this. I answer your silly little questions, then I leave."

"You can't just-." The girl said, and I cut her off with a knife, planted an inch from the side of her head in the wall.

"Where do you want to do this?" I say, walking toward the boy and maintaining uncomfortable eye contact the entire time. In heels I'm four inches above eye level with him.

"Where you started." He said, trying and failing to sound confident. He grabbed my wrist and took off. I humored him, following and soon we landed in an interrogation room.

I sat down opposite the two of them, and leaned back in my chair while they shared a silent conversation.

"You can't lie to her, so don't even try." Oh I think I can. "Who do you work for?" ah, memories.

"The Fresh Prince of Bel Air." I say not missing a beat, and the girl hid her surprise poorly.

"I'm serious." He insisted.

"Well, I'd love to tell you but I never learned a name. What happened to Malcom?"

"Who?" The boy asked before the other cut in with,

"We're asking the questions here. Why did your accomplice shoot Mr. Jusit?" 'Cuz she's a better shot than me.

"I'll tell you the truth, he deserved death."

"That doesn't mean you can kill him!" the girl said incredulously.

"If you found out someone was regularly cheating on, beating and raping his wife, would you shoot him?" I said, serious for the first time as I leaned forward and looked her in the eye and making her uncomfortable.

"He-he wasn't doing any of those things." She defended weakly, and I laughed bitterly.

"There's never any proof because he terrified that poor woman into silence. We found out the truth and put a stop to it." The boy went to say something but I put a hand up. "and no, she did not put us up to killing him so don't go and arrest her. She'll get everything he owns and live out the rest of her life in peace." Something flashed in his eyes before he said,

"That still doesn't justifiy murder."

"If that doesn't what does?" I say evenly, and the girl explodes with,

"Nothing! You had no right to take a human life!" You've got to be kidding me.

"I didn't, you did. You shot Claire." I snapped back, struggling to stay in my chair.

"Who?"

"Oh my fucking god- she was the girl you shot, at the club."

"She shot Mr. Jusit first." she defended childishly, and I raked my hand through my hair exasperatedly.

"This is our interrogation. Who do you work for?" The boy says, and I shift my chair to look directly at him.

"I work for an agency in this city that operates under the Emmanual building." I snap, then say, "But you can try to pin them for that all you want, they've got every base covered."

"Thank you for your cooperation." He says, hiding happiness and stands, only stopping when i say,

"Hold up, before you leave do humor me. Why the hell do you look so familiar?" he flinches, tensing and he turns to the door before saying,

"I shouldn't. I've never met you."