Lockdown [ON HOLD]

♛ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟖 ♛

❛If someone throws a rock, throw them back a flower. But remember to throw the flower pot with it. ❜

~ Unknown

|𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍|

I woke up silently, slowly opening my eyes and looking around the dully light room. My head throbbed as I gently propped myself up on my elbows, trying to get a sense of where I was.

I wasn't at the Angels, that's for sure. They wouldn't care I if rotted in the cells, so being in their living room wouldn't be much of an option.

Wait, is that my shooting sheet?

I stared at the piece of paper and immediately, my snapped around the room, connecting the dots.

"Hunter," a sweet voice I had grown to adore, said, "You aren't dead."

I looked up into her black eyes, "I could be."

She smiled and walked over, talking a seat next to me on the soft, fluffy sofa.

"Do you remember anything?"

I stared up at her, trying to piece together what happened. When I did, it made me a train wreck. How was this girl, how hadn't touched the name of murder, been able to pull that off.

Instead of saying the truth, I played her, wanting any sort of answer, "No."

Minerva sighed, "I thought not. C'mon, let's get you up."

As I took her hand and got up, my eyes landed on the clock behind her.

"Wait," I asked, confused, "The date on the clock is wrong."

Her eyes turned to look where mine were before glancing at me, masking their concern.

"You've been out for three days Hunter. You were banged up pretty badly," she answered.

I looked into her eyes, searching for any forms of a lie.

"Fuck," I breathed, terrified about what was going to happen, "shit."

She quietly smirked, "Fuck shit indeed."

"Minerva," I said after grabbing her arm, "You need to leave."

She furrowed her eyebrows in a cute way, "Why?"

I sucked in a breath before abruptly pushing her to the side and running into the office. Minerva quietly trailed behind me into the office. I glanced at her and realized her cheek had a faint cut, something made from a ring.

I ignored it and sat at the computer staring intently at her.

"Why do I need to leave Hunter?"

"During the mission," I started, "The Angels said, after capturing, me that they will be 'paying a visit' in three days. My assumption is torture me more."

She nodded. her head thoughtfully before asking, "But why you? Why not Chase?"

I winced, gods, she was going to kill me when she find out the truth.

"I don't know, Minerva," I said, mentally praying for her to leave, "but you need to go."

Minerva pursed her lips before walking over and talking a seat on the table.

"Hunter," she questioned perkily, "You do realize that you're a shit ass liar."

Ummmmmmmmmm, I am?