Personal Soldier (Nathan Sykes Fanfic)

Personal Soldier (Nathan Sykes Fanfic) - Ch.10

The van soon began to slow after what seemed like days, the silence that filled it making each minute feel like an hour. I lifted my head from the window and looked out onto small road we were driving on. No buildings could be seen, some trees and large open fields is all I saw, and up ahead, a huge run-down, desolate warehouse. We stopped a bit from the warehouse, trying not to bring any attention to ourselves. No one could be seen outside, they weren't expecting us. No security of any form – maybe this would be easier than we thought. We could see the other van just a few metres from us, with four security personnel kneeling outside its door, guns at the ready, waiting for an order.

“Okay, we have to be careful, everyone. We don't know what to expect in there. Quiet is the key, alright?” Max informed us as we joined the other group next to their van. He gave everyone a task. He took charge on this one. “Katrina- Me, You and Tom are going in the front okay? Don't make a sound, follow your senses. This isn't new to any of us, but don't slip up.” He looked at me as we all spread out into different directions- three going round the back, two taking watch on the perimeter and us three on our way inside. “Wait!” I heard from behind me in a voice just above a whisper. “What am I suppose to do?” It was Nathan. “You're staying in the van, with Megan, she'll protect you until we get back” “No, I don't care about me. I need to see him, I-” He stopped and looked into my eyes, once again they glazed over slightly. “I need to make sure he knows I'm sorry” I was breaking, just looking at him. Even though they didn't have a good relationship, Nathan cared so much for his father, I've never seen him admit that. Not once.

I stepped in front of him, but he looked slightly past me, avoiding my eyes. “You can tell him when he's safe. You wait here Nath, don't put yourself into danger.” He didn't want that answer from me, but he gave up the argument, knowing it'd get him no where. I retreated back to the van, Megan giving me a nod as she stood outside.

I made my way over to Tom and Max who had almost made it to the door of the warehouse. As we neared the building, muffled voices could be heard. I held my gun out before me as I entered. The decrepit building was falling apart at the seams, even parts of the roof had clearly fallen in, letting a steady stream of light through it in places. A large wooden door stood before me, it slightly ajar. This is where they were. I peered through the gap and could see a man with his back to me, with short black hair, messy on the top of his head. He was whispering to another, a tall skinny man, instantly recognisable from his picture- as Peterson. I felt an anger through me at the sight of him, I wanted to run up and attack him. I wanted .. to kill him.

From my place at the door, I would be easily seen if the men were to turn even slightly so I stepped back a step, covering myself with the length of the door. Tom and Max stood behind me, their firearms also at the ready, I motioned at them, letting them know Peterson was here. We counted 3.. 2.. 1... and burst through the door being met by the shocked faces of both men.

The other man stood with a gun pointed at us, Peterson however, was unarmed. If I was in this situation I would be scared stiff, three pistols pointed towards him and no protection for himself. But he stood tall, his hands by his side, with a smirk on his face. It was sickening to look at him and know what he's done. The man that stood by him however, saw this situation differently. His bloodshot eyes looking between each of us, his hands visibly shaking. We all waited for him to make a move, we knew he would. He turned on his heel and dashed towards the other entrance to the room that led straight outside. His escape however, didn't succeed and he was met soon after, we could see by another one of us who had taken the back way.

I turned my gaze back to Peterson, who took a step to the left. We followed him with our guns, letting him know a movement would not bode well for him. He smiled “Now, now let's not be hasty, I would lower those pistols if I were you, now.” I furrowed my eyebrows. My nose scrunching slightly in anger, in disgust. “I wouldn't go making any moves now, Peterson. One move and I'll blow that smile off your face, incase you haven't notice you don't have any protection from us.” He smiled again, what the hell is up with this guy?

“Oh now, I don't need 'protection' when I've got something... a little bit better-” He pointed towards another door to his right, obviously leading to another room in this building. “Jackson” He yelled and the door swung open after being kicked in by someone on the other side. I tore my gaze from Peterson to find a sight that almost made me break down. I could feel my knees go weak for a split second before I snapped myself out of it. Focus.

Into the large room we were stood in, another man walked in. Taller than Peterson, with dirty light brown hair and a dark face. He held infront of him, that familiar boy. The brown hair swept back from his forehead, his bright green eyes, widened at the situation. Nathan. The man, Jackson, held a gun to his head and had an arm around his neck. “No” is all I could manage. I realised why Peterson had a smug face on him, why he had no fear. “Well I believe you know this fine young man-” He chuckled lightly, making me throw my attention back at him and away from Nathan. “-Especially you there .... Katrina isn't it?” “You bastard” I said through gritted teeth. “Oh now, now, just lower your guns and get out of here, we'll make sure Nathan isn't harmed.” “Where's my fath-”Nathan screamed but was cut off by Jackson, tightening his grip on him. “Oh yes your father, it seems we had no more use for him, He was troublesome and wasn't easy to get to talk. So we silenced him completely .... shall we say”

The tears that Nathan had tried so hard to fight back all the way here finally overspilled, streaming down both cheeks. He let out a scream almost falling to the ground before Jackson propped it up anymore. But this rage inside me finally boiled over when I saw Nathan break like that. I took the risk. I swiftly turned away from Peterson who watched me and pulled the trigger. The bullet hitting Jackson just below the hip. The shrill scream tore through the building and he fell, with Nathan along with him, who got away from his grasp as soon as he hit the floor. I turned back to Peterson, to find a gun pointed at me. “You shouldn't have done that you-” He was pulled away from me before he could finish. Max grabbing his neck, trying to avoid the swings from him. He finally pinned him to the ground after a struggle, Tom kicking the gun away from his hand and pointing his own at Peterson as he was lifted from the ground once more by Max. “You know this isn't the end, you can't stop us .... we'll get the boy” He let out a small chuckle. He was actually crazy, this proved it. By now I couldn't even control myself, I ran up to Peterson and smashed my fist against his face, the noise indicating a probable broken nose. “No Katrina stop ... we'll take care of this ... find Nathan ... now” Tom had to push me away, as Max guided Peterson away, holding his arms behind his back. The blood dripping from his nose dropping in spots to the floor. .... Wait find Nathan??

I looked around and noticed he wasn't here, but I heard a low sob coming from the room to the left of this. As I entered I saw a most horrifying sight. Nathan knelt on the floor, crying every last drop of water from his body. His father ... lay on the ground in front of him, his head resting on Nathan's lap. I dropped to the ground and tears sprung up from my own eyes. I haven't cried since the day my own father died. The worst day of my life. I relived the memory right now as I watched Nathan cradle his dad. His voice croaked, it was barely even audible to me “I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry for n-not being a g-good s-s-son to you, I-I-I never even t-thought about w-w-what I was doing-” He sobbed, each word dug into me like I was being cut. He rocked, back and forth, for a few seconds. “I-I-I love y-you” He leaned down, kissing his father's forehead and laying him down on the floor once again.

I sprung up and grabbed Nathan, pulling him backwards into my chest, holding him tight as he turned and grabbed hold of my waist. His body shook as he cried, letting out a whimper now and then. I closed my own eyes as I rocked him, trying to stop my own tears that were already flowing from my eyes. I had to stay strong for him, now, more than I ever did...