The Fallen |BxB| ✓

27 | The Fallen

[𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈]

↞[Ken]↠

"I'll believe every word you say." I lifted my head to look into his unsure eyes, but my gaze fell on a dark silhouette emerging from the open trapdoor.

Catching my expression change, Luke turned around. It was too late, I realized, as the bridge door behind me screeched, startling me out of my frozen state.

"And finally, the bird finds its way back in the cage!" Richard's booming voice confirmed the condition we were in. Where the chances of escape had been low, now were none.

My eyes dashed to Luke, and the dim hope of keeping their claws off him dissipated from my conscience. A guard stood behind him with an extended pistol, aiming at Luke's head. Fuck. They did not resort to pointing guns to keep me in check, then why choose to do it now? As if Luke posed a threat.

When the guard pushed the pistol to Luke's skull, he raised his arms and stepped away from me. An unreadable expression filmed his eyes — a distant look as if he knew, and expected this all along like this was a normal day for him.

And not knowing what it meant arose an indifferent fear within me. As my heart raced and tightened my chest, with a shaking voice I spoke, "Please don't hurt him. You didn't use a gun on me!"

"Well, he's not like you, Ken," said Richard.

"What the fuck does that mean?" The frustration of hearing the same vague words over and over added to the throbbing ache in my head, slightly wavering my vision and watering my eyes.

"Let Ken go. He deserves no part in this," Luke spoke with calmness and it was difficult to swallow those words. I should have known; Luke had a plan all along. After knowing the risks, and having people fighting on our side, he still came here.

He wants to trade with these assholes.

"I'm not leaving without you," I said, pouring the last drop of my energy to sound determined.

Luke ignored me. He had his eyes narrowed on Richard. "I don't know what the fuck you want from me, but leave him out of this."

Richard chuckled, and I knew what incited that laughter. "How about you both stay? It's a win-win," Richard said, and one of the guards grabbed my arm to lift me. "We can converse over some dinner. I'm sure you're hungry, Ken?"

I did not respond. None of us were walking out of this place, and that was a fact scribbled on stone. We were not in power. We were the victims, and Richard was in control. At least they had not opened fire on us. Whatever it was, I was sure that Luke was essential to them. They would not kill him. I, on the other hand, was disposable and probably a threat to set free.