Carmen
Zayn approached Ashton, followed by the man in the black hoodie who had grabbed me. My knee was still throbbing and I was in an uncomfortable position, but I couldn't let them hurt him. I struggled to call to him through the cloth, and it was cutting into the sides of my mouth.
But he didn't answer.
"Damn," The second voice said. "I've been waiting forever to do this." His hand reached into the pocket of his jacket, and he pulled out a syringe and a medicine bottle full of liquid of some sort. He drew it into the syringe, and injected it into his arm as I tried to yell. He even left the needle in his arm.
"That should keep him out cold for a while," Zayn sighed. "It was nice of him to cooperate through this whole thing."
I gasped and said a muffled "What?"
The second identity looked at me, but the lighting was too poor to see his face all that well with the hoodie on. He laughed and playfully punched Zayn's shoulder. "Tell her, man."
Zayn laughed, and I noticed the lip ring on his lip, and a tattoo poking up from underneath the collar of his shirt. "Well, darling," he said, taking a step towards me. "Your little friend here- alright, long story short- he killed your friend, and gave us valuable information about you and things we needed to know. Everything he told you was a lie, darling. In fact, he was the one who told us to come here to get you. He just didn't know this part of that plan," He laughed, looking at Ashton's limp body.
I scowled at him through the cloth, half of me believing him and that it could possibly be true, and the other half of me not believing for a second that he could ever do any of those things to a person.
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Ashton
I slowly peeled open my eyes, and looked around me, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the light. It was getting darker, and I couldn't remember where I was- wait.
I'm in the warehouse.
"Carmen?" I groaned, sitting up, my head throbbing and my arm aching. I looked down, and there was part of a needle sticking out of my arm. I braced myself and slowly pulled it out, knowing I can't leave it in there any longer.
They had drugged me. They had fucking drugged me. But what about Carmen? What did they do to her?
Just thinking about what could have possibly happened to her made me furious. Having the thought that they could have laid a hand on her made my blood boil. I clenched the hand of my good arm into a fist, still wondering where she was and what the hell they pumped into my arm.
I looked around, and there was no signs of her. After a while, I had searched the entire house. She wasn't here, and my heart rate was speeding up. I walked slowly towards the door, grabbing the extra gun from my jacket, since they had taken the other. Thank God they didn't think to search me.
I pushed open the door and looked around outside. Other than getting increasingly dark, nothing had changed. No new cars, not that there had been any others than ours before we went in. One thing suddenly caught my eye.
Tire tracks. Starting from the grass, into the dust, almost up to the door, and away again on a gravel road, going on as far as the eye could see. I sighed and ran to my car, determined not to let them hurt her. I would die before letting that happen.
Soon enough, I'm kicking up dust and following the tracks, and I'm getting angrier by the second. The radio was playing, but I turned it off. Nothing will distract me. Nothing will distract me from saving her.
The tracks continued on a seemingly endless gravel road, and time ticked past. Five minutes, ten, twenty. As every minute ticked by I became more and more angry, more and more worried.
I couldn't lose her.
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I don't even remember how much time it's been now. I've been following this gravel road for too damn long, and I've been slowly increasing my speed. I haven't bothered to check what speed I'm up to now.
Suddenly, the tracks veered off into the grass, and into a secluded, wooded area. I parked my car, and continued to follow the tracks, having a feeling in my gut that I was getting closer and closer to her. I could feel it.
Gun in hand, I advanced.
In the distance, I could see a building. I tightened my grip on the gun, knowing that this was going to be a bigger situation than Carmen and I thought. I felt my heart in my throat, but advanced anyway.
And I told myself one more time.
I simply cannot lose Carmen.
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A/N
I'm so sorry these past two have been short, But we're nearing the end, and I have big plans for the next story....
Bigger than Carmen plans. Carmen didn't turn out as good as I hoped, but I'm still proud of it!
By the way, cover contest ends in 2 days: June 25th! So if I don't get anything, I'll just keep the old one.
I hope you enjoyed.
-hope
