Danger (A Be My Princess 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

Even though where you are, you can't run away from danger, everything is dangerous, including yourself.

-Jocelyn

Krystal's Point Of View

Jumping out of the van, my heart beats against my ribs and I took a deep breathe. Everyone was taking in the scenery around us, a faded old building surrounded by trees. I wouldn't be surprise if it was secretly a haunted shopping mall.

"Okay everybody, team A goes into the building and team B stand guard. Before that, grab a bulletproof vest, I don't want anyone to get shot," George commanded.

As people scurried around to put on their vest, I walked over to George, "What team am I?" I asked.

"Team A, here," he says tossing me a vest.

I saw Max and Grace huddled together, are they having a reunion or something?

"They're out of bulletproof vest." Grace sobbed as I walked closer to them.

Max can't have another heartbreak, not now. I thought to myself and unzip my vest and put it on the table.

"Team A, you're with me." George yelled out and we quickly entered the building. In the corner of my eye, I saw Max helping her girlfriend putting on the bulletproof vest.

The heavy door opened with a groan, we started climbing the stairs quietly, afraid of gaining suspicion and getting attacked when we least expected. A torch's beam shone in the dark, guiding us to the correct way.

Just as George stepped into the third floor, an object started to beep, making us stop in our tracks. George who was currently in the back of the pack, whispered for us to head back slowly. Suddenly, the room was filled with a strange smell. Poisonous gas.

"Mask on!" George yelled, but it was already too late. Some of us had already collapsed on the floor. On the other hand, I had already breathe in some of the toxic, it made me really dizzy. My vision was clouded with black spots and my ears were ringing from shock.

I was struggling to hold on as George instructed us to climb to the fourth floor.

By the time we reach the fourth floor, I pulled off my mask and lean against the wall, savouring the clean air.

George counted our numbers and said we had lost eight members. Great, we had forty members at the start, if we kept on losing members like this we don't even need to fight to know they had already outnumbered us.

Our feet pounded on the stairs, we didn't need to keep a low profile since they had already know we were here.

By the time we stopped at the eighth floor, my feet was sore and my breathing was irregular. A group of men pounced on us, ready to attack. Too bad we had already had our weapons out.

I roundhouse kicked a man and shoved him outside. I noticed they were all ill prepared, most of them don't even have weapons. I think they had came here in a rush.

"Come on, let's move!" George yelled and we started climbing again, I had counted two in our team dead, maybe both of them just lost conscious, but the bullet wounds on their chest tell me something else.

We reached the tenth floor at last and George pushed open the door cautiously, Mary stood there steadily with arms cross. I resist the urge to press the button and blow her to bits.

"I'm glad that you have survived." Mary smiled slyly. She stood aside and the six princes, their butlers and Mike was tied on a chair with their mouth gagged. Their eyes widened when they saw us.

"I'm not so easy on giving up, though." She said, and a group men appeared out of no where, we started firing our guns immediately. The team was weaker than us and most of them has a surprise expression on their faces. I guess they had wasted most of their slaves at Nobel Michel. I had also overestimated their ability.

The other team was losing draptidly, I saw Mary slipping away from the group and I chased after her without a second thought.

Hayden's Point Of View

I saw Krystal chasing after Mary and signalled it to Sieg, he nodded and his head jerked to the scene. They had killed the last of their members and was now untying us.

The rag in my mouth was yanked off along with the rope, I ran upstairs despite the calls from the FBI's.

I saw Krystal standing from a distance and called out to her, just as a bullet came whizzing past me, before embedding itself at Krystal's chest.

-Jocelyn