The Scarred Man

Chapter 7

SO SORRY U GUYS!!!! HERE IS THE NEXT UPDATE DONT KILL ME!!!

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*Dominic's pov*

The absolute fear in the staffs' eyes make me smirk. I love the power fest gives me. It's addicting.

"Um- Sir?" One measly man speaks up. I walk up to him, a young man in his 20s or 30s. Brown hair, average build, brown eyes, no obvious weapons.

"Yes?"

"Do you know if he has any allergies? Any medication history?" He asks, looking at me pleadingly. I'd say I've seen this particular look many times, but I haven't. His is different. Like he actually wants to help. I snort.

"No."

"Oh....ok." he heads back to their small group and once again is the only one to grab any supplies and head towards my employee.

I watch as he starts to examine his body, stripping some layers as needed. Minutes go by with the man adding notes and looking through cabinets and files with no help.

Having enough of the other puny civilians' behaviors, I take my gun out and shoot.

Twice.

"AGH!"

A woman and a man both drop to the ground screaming and crying. The original one who was helping, I'll call him Steve, drops what he is doing and rushes to help. Again, no other people rush in to do their jobs.

"No!" I bark at him and he stops, gauze in his hands.

"Leave them." I command, and he does. After giving the gauze to them both, to which I roll my eyes.

"Ok, you all are giving me a headache. I tell you all to do one simple task, and only one does anything. I shoot two of you in the foot, and you both blubber like idiots while again, the others fo nothing. I have half the mind to shoot each and every one of you!" I smile wickedly as they all whimper like fools.

All except for Steve.

"You!" I nod towards him with my pistol, "what is your name?"

"Err- Anthony sir." Huh, I was close.

"You are coming with us. Men, you know what to do."

I gather Miles in my arms again and stalk out of the room. Steve, an actual member of my organization, takes Anthony by the arm and pulls him along with us.

The door shuts behind us and the room explodes with screams and gunshots.

"What?! No! You cant just murder them!" Anthony, who I thought was smart, attempts to go back but with one order Steve knocks him out and picks him up. He follows after us again.

Good dog.

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*Miles pov*

You know in all the cliche books where people wake up to "beep beep beep" and and bright lights?

Well damn them.

Because I start my day to a slap on the face and a curse.

"Wha- ow! Why would you do that?!" I yell and sit up, only to feel like my world is twisting upside down. Huge semi black figures blur my vision and my ears deafen.

I gain my bearings and look at my attacker.

Some middle aged brown haired man in scrubs.

"Who are you?" I ask, grabbing his arms.

"Sorry! Sorry! You just werent waking up and your boss was going to kill me and I really need your help! What's wrong with you?!"

"Boss?"

"Yea! Big man, lots of suits, lots of unnecessary smirking and shooting." He says in a duh voice.

"Oohhhh yea. Well, I got sick and the stupid man-child didn't believe me. Except last I thought I was on his couch?"

"Um no. He raided the hospital I work at and man-napped me after killing all my coworkers." He exclaimed.

"Oh. He is a little psycho. Dont worry, I'll help you get out of here. What's your name?"

"Chad."

"Ok Chad, here is what were gonna do....."

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Chad and I are in the middle of sneaking out of the mansion we were locked in when a bullet catches on the wall right next to my face.

We both look back and see Mr. Cranky with all of his men standing there.

"Helllooooooooooo....... how are you?"

"Miles" he gives me a warning look.

"Yes?" I say, in my best innocent tone.

"Where do you think you're going?" He walks down the stairs like he's some god, taking his time.

"Well mister! I do believe I am walking out of this mansion! And shame on you! Kidnapping some innocent man, killing others! If I didn't know any better I'd say you've taken a liking to me!" I exclaim, hands on my hips to give off a nonchalant tone.

"I did not kill them. Only injured them. They will survive. Next time they will listen when told to do something." He sits on his couch, crossing his ankles with his legs splayed out.

"Oh, because that makes it soooooooo much better!"

"Well, you only have yourself to blame. Maybe next time you will get yourself some medicine."

"Maybe next time," I mock in a fairly voice despite my irregular heart beat, "you will give me time off and a lay raise!"

He only arches one eyebrow.

"Ok fine, we are leaving." Knowing he wont allow that but uncomfortable in foriegn territory with so many enemies, I quickly turn around and push Chad out the door, following behind him.

"Run Chad!"

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"So, are you boys going to be good now?" The asshole smirks from his position in front of our tied bodies.

I glare.

"Okay Mr. I-Have-An-Obsession, just let Chad go!"

"Chad huh?" He questions, turning his gaze on the man, "I thought your name was Anthony?"

Oh crap, I think.

Chad laughs nervously.

"Well?" Dominic taps his finger against Chad's face.

".......I have two first names?....."

I groan.