Peculiar (Under Editing)

~Chapter Three~

Jay looked up, shock spreading slowly on his face.

"Hi, Jay." Agatha said.

His eyes widened, but only for a second. "Could someone please explain why I have a gun to my head?"

Nobody replied.

Then there was silence. A long, eerie silence. Agatha's restless eyes were trained on Jay. Jay's eyes stared right back at her, matching her fierceness. It was a standoff. Agatha was ramrod straight, refusing to give up her fixity. Jay, however, was fidgeting. He entwined his fingers and wiggled them nervously. His foot tapped to some lost beat.

And here I was thinking he was high and mighty, I thought to myself, but in reality he's just another human.

Jay's eyes left Agatha's and flicked briefly down the hallway. Agatha responded by narrowing her eyes, but dared not take her eyes off him.

The silence ensued.

But then, Jay opened his mouth.

"Jason!!" He yelled, his voice echoing down the endless hallways.

Agatha's eyes flashed. She shoved the barrel to his head. "Do that one more time and your dead."

Jay dropped his gaze. "Why not kill me now?"

"Because I need you to get to her scans. I know you have them."

"Are you afraid of me?"

Agatha scoffed. "Afraid? I have a gun in my hands and you have the audacity to ask me if I'm afraid?"

"You haven't shot me yet." Jay's arrogance returned.

"Give me the gun and I'll shoot him." I sneered.

If Agatha heard the comment, she didn't acknowledge it.

Jay glanced to me. "So, what is this?"

Agatha tipped her head.

"Is she making you do this?"

"No, this is me."

"But your helping her, aren't you?"

Agatha gave a fim nod. "The hell I am."

Jay nodded contently. "I thought so. Betrayal always saddens me."

"I can imagine it's happened before."

He didn't respond.

Agatha gave a irritated huff of air. Then, not taking her eyes off Jay, she reached a hand to her lab coat pocket; a silencer appeared. She brought it up and attached it to the barrel.

"If you say anything, I will shoot you."

Once again, Jay's eyes flickered to the hallway.

Agatha lowered the barrel under Jay's chin and brought it back up to face her.

"Listen," she said, voice intimidating, "I need to set her free, and I need you to stay where you are."

"I won't promise that."

"I thought you would say that." She gave a smile.

She took the gun away from his chin, and pointed it straight down to his thigh. With a satisfied smile, she pulled the trigger.

Jay instantly lost his arrogance gaze. It turned into agony. His muscles tensed. He then started to writhe, trying to find a way to make the pain better. Nothing seemed to be working.

Agatha had shot high up on his thigh, just off to side, so to miss any major arteries.

"Will you move now?"