Where are you going?

Chapter 36

Julia's POV:

"What the fuck do you mean?!"

I recognized Diego's voice and the mixture of his concern and anger made my heart pound faster made me mover quicker. Moving quicker meant doing everything as fast as I could, making me sweaty and wasting more time than necessary.

This was bad and it meant that Colby must be in the same situation as I was in or in a worse one.

There was a short and intense conversation by the front seats before I had tied myself free from the stretcher and I could finally stand up in the moving van. I knew something had happened to my body and that at least one part was broken but no blood and I guess the adrenaline took all pain away.

I felt myself being slammed into the stretcher when the van stopped forcefully and I quickly hid my hand with the metal bar behind me and leaned up against the small window, waiting for the doors to open.

When they did, I was ready to do all I could to get out of here, and if I was correct it was one against two.

"Just lay her down and I'll do it, then learn to keep a better eye out for something like this next time!". Diego was yelling outside, and I expected to hear Scott, but nothing came out of his mouth.

When the doors finally opened, I was thrown back by the amount of light coming through, and It blinded me for a few seconds which became an advantage to Scott and Diego who was inside.

I could hear their heavy steps come closer and their voices too

"Julia, just stop. I mean, look at you, just try to think clear right now. We're not here to hurt you.".

Diego had his smirk all over him as he said that and Scott was coming over, but neither of them had noticed my hand behind my back, and when I finally could see clearly, I noticed how close Scott had gotten.

Before he could grab me and pull me down as planned, I twisted my back and tighten every muscle and quickly yanked the metal bar into his side, making him fall into the van's wall.

My breath rasped and I hissed in pain when I felt something wrap tightly around my wrist.

I found Diego in front of me with Scott laying on the ground behind him. And he didn't seem like he had any good intentions like he told me, which didn't surprise me.

His eyes were digging into my own, trying to find a spot where he could either break me mentally or literally break both of my wrists because it was starting to hurt a lot more.

I then quickly found some power left to lift my leg and kicked him between his legs, hitting an extremely sensitive spot.

He then let go of my wrists and let out a roar of pain in the small area, waking up Scott who had found his power back and was starting to come forward with a gun.

I quickly ran pass both of them after hitting Scott in the head with the metal bar, making him unconscious. Before Diego could stand again, I quickly grabbed the gun and hid it under my shirt before running.

I kept on running, but right after I stepped down onto the ground and was a part of the California desert, I felt something quickly wrapping around my ankle, making me fall on my face.

"Come on, Julia! Don't fight it, you little bitch!".

You could hear that he was in pain by the way the words came rasped out and I couldn't stop thinking about how fucking weak he was if I was the bitch.

I then felt him on top of me, and I realized how he intended to straddle me, laying me down with metal bars since he had punched it out of my hand.

"Get off of me, your pig!"

He tried to grab my hands that were hitting him in every possible way, trying to get him off but nothing helped.

He won.

I could hear and smell his disgusting and bloody breath since he leaned down after pinning me down against the dirt road. You could see his armpit sweat and see small sweat particles running down his red face. Red, partly from frustration, partly from the wounds I had caused.

We were in what looked like a desert, with no water or building near, but dirt and mountains, something you would never see in New York. Reminded me of right outside of LA.

"What are you gonna do now, Sweetie, huh? You thought you could fight us, bu..."

I wasn't paying attention to his talking but trying to wiggle out the gun behind my back, and so when the bullet flew in the air and hit Diego, I was a little late.

It couldn't had been me who shot him since the gun under me was pointed to my left and I could hear the trigger was further away.

After that, I felt the thick warm blood cover my stomach and I slowly put back the gun, securing it behind my back before noticing where the bullet in Diego had gone through.

It was shot from behind him in his shoulder, but it apparently hit a pretty big vain, cause he was already looking pale and sick too me.

I could see that he wasn't ready for it, and I had to admit I wasn't either.

Seeing someone dying from far away is different then up close, but luckily it didn't last long since Diego was weak enough to be pushed around with and so I did.

My heart was pounding again, and my chest was moving up and down freely this time, while I was readying myself for the next battle.

It must had been Scott who shot him, but why?

I collected my senses and was trying to figure it out until I saw what I really didn't want to see.

Scott was still unconscious in the van, bleeding from his head and he had no gun near him.

That's when the black figure came to into my sight, walking slowly towards me while I could hear Diego whimpering about 10 feet to my right.

The person was wearing a mask and loosely holding a gun in his left hand, but I could still tell what he wanted with the way he was looking at me.

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