A Shadow Of A Man

Part Eleven~ The Fight Never Begun

Somewhere along the way Kat stopped fearing death, you couldn't really fear something you felt everyday and for the past five years she had felt dead. First her baby had died, the baby that was meant to have Edvardo's eyes and her smile, then it was her husband missing for so long for all she knew he could be dead, lastly it was her bestfriend, the woman she had only just won back.

The shiver that splintered through her made her whole body ache, she barely had enough strength to keep her eyes open to gaze across the empty parking lot, undisturbed by anyone. Just like the place she led in, she too had been left with nothing. Zoya's words wound around her head "Sometimes you have to use your weakness as your strength" and so she had, used her pain due to her loss as ammunition to break down Harold. One year she mourned, four years she searched only to mess up in the last minute. She wasn't capable of anything.

Black dots began to circle her vision, the only sound was her dull heartbeat beginning to slow and the dripping of blood from multiple different areas on her body. Mustering the strength to roll onto her side she dug her nails into the gravel and allowed herself to cry, she wasn't made for this life, she was a bad woman surrounded with good people and once again she had let them down. But it was going to be okay, as her breaths turned to ragged whimpers she closed her eyes, it wouldn't be long now, soon she could join the people she so dearly loved.

Then as quickly as she had been placed down, two warm arms lifted up her body and held her against a hard surface. Her hand rested against cotton and her head lulled back. Of course at the time she had thought death had taken her.

But when she woke up a few hours later with her husband's coat lying over her, she was sure whatever had taken her had to be worse. Pulling the coat to her nose she closed her eyes, allowing his musky scent to take over her senses for one last time, then she was screaming, muffled sobs against the collar of his jacket.

"One phone call, you aren't wanted here" the thick russian accent spoke from behind the door, then a phone came at her, smacking into her already busted lip

Quickly she dialled a number and held it to her ear "Pick up, pick up"

"Hello, Dr Rowlan's office, he isn't here right now, can I take a message"?

She blinked "Z-Zoya, that you"?

"It is, sorry who is this"?

Cutting it off she dropped it onto the bed, Harold was right. Martin had used Zoya for his own means, and for that he was going to pay. Wiping away her tears quickly she stood up, a gold cube falling from the pocket of the long coat, lifting it up she frowned "What is-"

"Hey girl, boss said to take you to your home, there's a taxi outside" she still couldn't see their face

"My husband, his jacket, how do you have-"

"Girl the boss says you gotta go now, you gotta leave the jacket"

Yanking the door open she limped forward and grabbed his collar "My husband, where is he, it still smells like him, please, please just tell me where he is"

"Girl you have less than two minutes to evacuate this building before bomb goes boom"

"Bomb"? She looked down at the gold cube in her hand and stilled "No, it doesn't make sense, why save me just to kill me"?

"Critical error, tick tock, tick tock" grabbing her upper arm he shoved his hand through his brown hair then threw her over the bannister so she rolled down the stairs "Name's Vitaly, now go"

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Megan turned the light of the gym on and dropped her bag to the floor, she stopped for a second, eyes trailing over the equiptment then flicked her pen knife open, span around and stabbed it into the man's neck "Tell me who you are and why you're here or i'll pull the knife out" her red hair covered his head as she leant over him