The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 38, I keep running

|Save me 'cause I’m fallin’. Now I can’t seem to breathe right. 'Cause I keep running.

|Runnin', Adam Lambert

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Lisa's P.O.V.

A burning hatred shot through my body as my eyes fell on Rat Man. He was surrounded by Wicked security guards. I scanned them quickly, counting seven, meaning we still had the advantage.

'Strange place to hide out when everything's about to come down!' Rat Man called out over the rumble of another explosion. Pieces of metal fell from the ceiling, clattering to the ground.

'You know what's here!' Thomas shouted back. 'It's too late, we're already going!'

Rat Man pulled out a long knife and almost as if it was a cue the guards pulled out their weapons as well. 'But we can salvage a few,' he said, 'and it looks like we have the strongest and brightest right here in front of us. Even our Final Candidate no less! The one we need most yet refuses to cooperate!'

We had spread out in a line between the crowd behind us and the guards before us as we searched the floor for anything we might be able to use as a weapon. My eyes fell on a large piece of a wood with a jagged edge. Quickly I reached for it, holding it tightly in my hand as my eyes went back to the guards before us.

'I've never seen such a menaching bunch of thugs! I have to admit I'm terrified!' Rat Man yelled, his mouth drawn in an animal like snarl, one I immediately recognised. He had the Flare. It all made sense now. Why he was so determinted to find a cure and willing to go to the most extreme methods to do so.

'Just shut your mouth and get it over with!' Minho shouted back at him.

Rat Man focused his cold, mad gaze upon us. 'Gladly,' he said then yelled. 'Go!' The guards ran forwards, their battle cries drowned out by the explosives that shook the building around us.

We charged forwards, running into each other like an ancient army. I raised the piece of wood above my head, slamming it into the shoulder of a guard closest to me. The man screamed in pain as blood gushed out of the wound. He reached out with his other arm and pushed me backwards. I stumbled on my feet, losing my balance as the building shook once again and I landed on my butt. The guard raised his leg, ready to kick me but I quickly rolled out of the way. He came after me, sitting down on top of me, pinning his legs around my torse as he raised his fists. Blow after blow rained down on me.

A scream left my lips as adrenline rushed through me. I refused to die here, like this, by a man who worked for a cooperation I had been trying to bring down my entire life.

I managed to bring my arms up to my face, covering myself as the man kept on punching me. With a yell of pure effort I rolled my body on my side. Surprising the guard and causing him to lose his balance, slamming the man his head against the floor. His eyes rolled in their sockets, he probably suffered from a concussion. I reached for the piece of wood I had dropped earlier as my conversation with Carter echoed through my head.

"Would you kill someone for the mission?"

"Yes"

I screamed as I brought my makeshit weapon down, the jagged edge piercing the man his head as blood streamed out of the wound. His body jerked as I watched the life drain out of him. With shaking hands I let go of the wood as I stared at his body. A hand landed on my shoulder and I turned quickly, my eyes falling on Carter.

His hair was a mess and drops of blood painted his cheek red. He gave me a curt nod before helping me stand and I gave him a grateful smile. My eyes scanned the room for my friends and widened when I spotted Minho. A guard was right on top of him, punching him in his face as he was desperatly trying to shield himself from the blows.