"Mary, this is suicide!" Lukas yelled, opposing the idea that I'd swiftly come up with. He stormed out of the room not wanting to hear any more of what I had to say. I trailed after him, trying to get him to see my side of things.
"Just reactivate the tracker and install your own so you can find me. Obviously, they don't remember me as the girl Hayden ran off with, so they'd never know about my abilities. They wouldn't have just knowingly killed a successful experiment," he stopped and turned toward me, knowing I was right. The only way for me to get in was to reactivate the tracker and wait for them to come and find me. Maybe it was a suicide mission but it was worth trying. If I died then Lukas would reactivate the implant inside of me, just how my mother had. "We have to try Lukas. I can't let another innocent soul be taken. Not after what they did to Maddie." They'd killed her the second I'd left. I'd promised her that I would protect her, yet I let her down the second I left that hospital. If only I had stayed a little while longer. If only.
"Whose Maddie?" He asked as his eyes widened. He looked at me with much confusion on his face. That look of pity was there again and I hated it. Was there a sign on my forehead that read, pity me?
"The day I was killed I'd met a girl in the hospital, she was the one who gave me Logan Taylor's name. But the second I left the hospital, she was murdered in cold blood. I received a call within the next hour being informed of her death. All of that because I asked for a damn name." I felt an immense waterfall of guilt, rushing through me. I hated that I had gotten her killed. I began to wonder about her parents, if they were even around to have been informed of her death. But knowing how Blackwood did folks, they probably had no clue.
"I'm sorry. I know it's the only thing that we can do. But if you do get killed, there's no guarantee that the implant will jumpstart your heart for a second time. This is dangerous, are you sure you want to do this?" I was glad I'd finally gotten him to understand my side of the situation. But I couldn't go about it all with too high of expectations. There was no guarantee that we would get rid of Blackwood successfully, but it was definitely worth a shot if it meant I got to save people.
"I know I want to do this, we have to." He walked back toward his computer and began to sort through different blueprints. He had to insert his own tracker before reactivating the one in my heart. The whole situation was extremely stressful and I wished that it would all be okay. It hadn't even occurred to me that I was so scared. I strived to be the heartless woman that Jackson called me out to be, but inside I was just a scared little girl who pretended to be strong. All of this because I wanted to save the world. I wanted to be the badass woman who gave no fucks about anything but I couldn't be because I cared about everything. Maybe too much.
I was taken out of my thoughts abruptly when I noticed Lukas handing me a jacket and shoes. "Let's go," he said quietly. He avoided eye contact with me and walked toward the front door of his apartment. He'd obviously been annoyed with our whole conversation but I didn't blame him. Everything we were dealing with had become more and more stressful by the minute.
"Where are we going?" I was utterly confused and had no clue where we'd be going. There weren't many places that we could go with our given situation.
"Convenience store. I'm hungry and you need to get out of this apartment. I can't keep you cooped up in here forever. " Lukas's eyes finally met mine. His tone of voice was bland, he sounded as though the little energy he had was drained from him. But I didn't blame him at all because I was quite tired as well. I refused to sleep though. The fear of sleep had become strong over the few hours that he and I were arguing about the suicide mission. Although he had little faith in us, I believe that he and I were a good team and that we could do it.
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Glass Heart
Mystery / ThrillerImagine this, the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. She has long, curly brown hair, and the prettiest green eyes. That woman is Mary McCullough, she's a 29-year-old detective that's working really hard to prove to NYPD that she's not just any d...