The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 30 The Past

"Leave us." Nathan said as soon as we entered a cold and dimly lit room.

Kendrid had left at some unknown point of our way down the halls and the only people in the room were me, Nathan, Christian and the guy that had earlier dragged Haze to the room Drayton, Blake and Haze are currently being held at.

Upon hearing Nathans authoritative words the guy headed towards the door, waiting a few seconds and lookin at Christian expectantly but Christian remained standing in his spot and made no sign of a move towards the door.

The unknown guy just shrugged and left the room.

This guy is completely whipped by the Division.

I thought to myself as he closed the door after himself.

Now I was left in the room with my mentally ill ex and my deceptive ex friend.

This should be good.

"Okay K. We don't have any time to explain the whole situation right now, but we need you to scream." Christian tried to explain frantically with a slightly concerned looking frown on his features.

I just scoffed in return. "You wouldn't get me to scream even if you tried your best at it." I said with dry humor lacing my every word.

"Look, we need you to scream so that the rest of the Division think that you are being tortured right now." Nathan clarified, or at least tried to.

"Oh so you haven't began to torture me yet? Because this sure feels like torture already." I mutter the last part mostly to myself but apparently both of them heard it.

"We're trying to get you out of here. Now, scream."

"First of all; I don't trust either of you anymore. Second of all; how about no?" I say and flash them my 'innocent' eyes.

"You've never changed have you, stubborn child." Nathan mutters as he starts towards me.

I prepare myself for whatever could be coming, but when I feel him taking off my handcuffs, I look at him with a surely confused expression.

"I told you. We're trying to get you out of here." He repeated.

It takes me a few seconds to register the situation, but when I do, I immediately throw a punch at his face.

He quickly dodges it and holds his hands up in surrender. "I don't wanna fight you. We need to get out of here. Now." He said calmly.

"I'm not going anywhere with a self absorbed ass." I said and attempted to kick his sorry ass again, but just as my fist was about to connect with his face, someone grabbed my wrist, restraining my hand.

"Let. Go." I hissed at Christian who was holding my wrist firmly in his hands.

Before me or him could do or say anything, Nathan decided to grab my other arm, so that I was fully restrained.

I could have attempted to kick at them, but I knew there was no use. I could have probably taken down one of them with just my legs, but my attempts of taking down both of them would have just looked ridiculously desperate.

So I just decided to hear them out.

"If we let you go, will you promise to hear us out?" Christian enquired.

"Yes." I told them honestly. By now even I was curious to what they were taking about.

They slowly released my arms and when they saw that I was making no move to escape or kill Nathan (even though I was extremely tempted to choke the ass to death), they relaxed a bit.