Chapter 65

He is now running towards me, holding his gun. Just a few steps away, he tried to point the gun at me, firing a series of shots.
I immediately stoop down. It's almost impossible to figure out what to do next.
The door behind me open. Another staff member violently pulled me out. He was not able to fight back or even ask for help.
"Let me go!" with all my might, I was able to overthrow the man next to me.
But he was even more in a dangerous situation, after being surrounded by other personnel and at gunpoint. Different types, but the effect is the same when it hits the body.
DEATH
"We have a visitor," Spencer said in a excited voice.
He came first, followed by his woman?
"I didn't want to come," I muttered.
"Hmmm?" he forced a smile, "You just fell asleep, then when you woke up, you're here. Is that so?" he shook his head.
"That's-"
"We will never buy that reason," the person beside him said in a very dangerous sense.
"Who are you?" I faced him with courage.
It came. Next is the devilish smile.
"Call me Ariela," she gently tapped my head, "You're probably what they call Kiesha's Geline friend. You're beautiful," she took a steps close to me and took a quick peck on my cheek.
"And you are the most sickening form of animal."
He laughed out loud. He seemed to even like the word I used to toast his personality.
Who would have thought that he was like this, even though the dog that Grant was taking care of even beat the boss in the face?
I also tried to follow its every move. But it fails to look at the evil that can be caused by the good shown to the public. I gave up suspecting this person after seeing nothing but goodness whittled on its background.
I should have just continued to doubt. You should have just believed the words heard before. I believed in my own opinion. What is seen in the outer mask is more applied. No attempt was made to find other evidence to emphasize the person the victims shouted.
I believed in my own assumption and ignored all the mourns I heard.
My fool!
"Lock him up. Don't ever let him escape. Call our people too, rush right before we get ahead," Ariela calmly left. Spencer stayed in front of me for a while.
He just stared blankly at me, rubbing his chin.
"What?" I haven't stopped commenting yet.
"Let her go. Let me handle her alone," he lifted an brow.
I think I was more afraid of what he said, than the idea of ​​incarceration. I feel more safe around steel cage, than being with him.
"No! Take me to your jail!" I strongly command. Even though I know I won't listen.
"You are something," he smirked.
"Whatever plan you have in mind, there"s no reason for me to let you succeed," I tried to pull arms around the two men holding on. But it just failed to disappear.
"Let him go," he whispered again. Next was the evil stare at the surrounding staff.
They immediately turned away. The two of us were left facing each other, both looking darkly at each other.
"I said, 'cause you won't be able to get away the next time we meet?"
"What are you gonna do now? Will you kill me? Then-"
I was caught off-guard. He suddenly loaded me like a sack. It seemed like just something simple to be placed on his shoulder and carried inside.
I angrily punched its back and wiggled to get away. But he just endured all the pain.
"What? Release me!"
"Shut the F- up!" he yelled back.
"You're worthless! You're ugly!"
I just let out a scream all over the house. Disgust is openly expressed here.
As I got closer and closer to the destination, my nervousness intensified.
I don't think he's going to like what he's going to do. I hope I got it wrong. I hope he wasn't as bad as what I've been thinking he was.
It opened the door of the single room at the far end of the place. The fancy furnishings opened before my eyes, when the hysteria ceased.
He carefully lowered me onto the round couch. Let's get organized, then remove the first two buttons of the long sleeve.
"You're just here while we wait for your rescuers."
"What's your plan?"
"We don't tell, we only show."
Why here?
Isn't this place too much for me as a captive? I look more of a guest than victim now.
I looked around the place.
The curtain of the large window was open. Next to it is the door to most likely the bathroom. There is a huge glass cabinet on the right, with trophies, photos and others expensive things inside. There is another door on the left. It was large and gray, next to it was a nice burn. Every engraving of it is detailed, shining with beauty, screaming with luxury. Multiple sofas are located right in front of the window, the mini table is made of diamonds, and the gold chandelier hangs above.
This place speaks more of the owner's personality, a minimalist. There is nothing much to see in here. No paintings, or other form of arts.
He quietly left. I was left alone and didn"t know what to do. What am I supposed to do in here?
My gaze shifted to the window. Was it locked?
I got up from my sit and carefully walked towards the window.
No one is watching outside. It would be easy for me to escape if only the big window could be opened-
"Don't even try."
I chirped a bit in surprise. Anyway, less than five minutes after Spencer came out, now another demon is here to harass me.
"Why are you here?"
"I wonder why Spencer brought you here?" it maliciously hovered my body looking, "This is not what I want to bring you."
"I didn't wish for this."
"I know," he combed his now long hair with his fingers.
"Why are you doing this?" I almost asked a question.
"You guys are being too nosy. You should have just stayed silent because the issue already died down. And even if you investigate, nothing good will happen. The damage has been made. Kianna killed herself due to trauma and stress. I have nothing to do with her death alright? She did that to herself- "
"You and your fucking bestfriends are the soul reason why she committed suicide! If you didn't hurt her, no suicide would happen!"
"You don't know anything-"
"Yes, I don't know anything" I cut her off. "All I know is you're a bad person," I scolded him.
Its every step was violent as it approached me. In one quick motion, his hand struck my wounded arm. She held on it tightly, making me wince in so much pain. Immediately blood flowed from it, the white cloth I tied was stained red.
"If you don't have anything good to say, just shut up," he said nervously.
"I have a mouth to use."
I was able to respond despite the pain. It would be better to stare at it with evil than to pity.
I chose distress than being spared. It's how dominant my pride is. Hurt, but not beg.
She craned her neck, staring at me sideways.
"You are obviously asking for your end."
"I am mine for your downfall-"
I hadn't finished what to say when a palm of it landed on my cheek. With the force of his slap, I think I will be deaf.
She didn't let me move even a bit. I have no strength compared to him. She's too big, too strong for me. And in the state if it is, unlikely to win yet.
"I'm already here," said the newcomer.
"Oli-ver?"
Why is he here?
It simply sat on the couch. Just ignore the witnessed scene. It was as if it was just an ordinary incident for him.
"Surprise ... Your team had been fooled."
What ?!
My gaze went to Oliver.
We trust it. Considered brother and never once tried to doubt.
He was one of Fergus' most trusted men. They've been working together since college. They have been together for several years and protect each other. But it turned out to be a game of betrayal.
"How dare you do this to us?" I excessively shook my head. It's so hard to believe this revelation, "What kind of friend are you?"
I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
This is too harsh for us!
"Why at all are you still?" I was confused to retreat.
"It is now your responsibility to take care of him."
Without further ado, Ariela strutted out. Oliver left us both.
"Swear, I never want to hurt any of you," he said after a long silence, "I'm just doing my job."
"Why did you lie to us?" I just cried even more.
This is too cruel.
"No reasons."
"You surely have one," I cut him off, "You just don't want to admit it."
He answered nothing. Get up from comfortable sitting, then walk closer.
"I'll let you run away if you just keep quiet. Don't try to find out the truth anymore."
"I'd rather probably die, than for the rest of my life think of the answer to the never-ending question," I pulled out the gun tucked into the side of his pants. Kinasa, then presented back to him, "Kill me now."
I couldn't stand seeing another betrayal again. If the equivalent of my life is the pain brought on by a treacherous friend, it would be better to just disappear.
Without emotion he took the gun from my hand. I don't know if he really doesn't feel anything or he's just suppressing his emotion?
"Do you really want to disappear?"
"If dying means freedom, then kill me. Let me escape, let me rest ..." I couldn't help but to burst out in tears in front of him.
Now that my memories of the past are coming back, my feelings are slowly getting heavier. I lost even more strength.
It's hard to fight. It only got harder now that I had nothing to lean on. No Zion, no Kiesha. I don"t have the people I need in times of trouble.
I can't do this alone. I am not strong enough to face this kind of scenario. I know I had to fight, I know I had to keep going. But until when?
How long will I suffer? Until you run out of energy and become numb?
How far can I go?
I am hurting emotionally and physically. I am in so much pain ...
I aggressively grabbed Oliver"s wearing T-shirt and pulled him closer.
"Do I really derserve this? Am I too bad to be deprived of a peaceful life?"
"Geline ..."
For the first time, I saw guilt and worry on his eyes.
"Before I die ..." I paused for a moment, "Can I ask you something?" full of pleading the look I cast here, "Can you not hurt Zi? When you face each other, just run away please. Don't fight each other."
"What are you even saying?" he looked away, clearing his throat.
"You two are friends," I held on his shirt even tighter.
"Just shut up."
I answered nothing. Just kept looking at him. I don"t want to ruin their friendship because of the wrong decision. I believe there is still goodness etched in his heart.
I know the emotions he shows in the group every time together are not hypocrisy. He"s not bad, there"s just something really that has to be sacrificed in order to survive.
I believe there is a deep reason for this.
Did he stand still, then raised the gun to my forehead.
"You're too loud."
"I have a mouth-"
"Just worth using," he himself concluded what I was going to say.
It still remembers my favorite word to say.
We stared at each other, with silence creeping through the four corners of this room.
Seconds later, he pulled the trigger. Followed with a loud bang. I just closed my eyes while waiting for the pain to spread throughout the system. I waited patiently for my end, thinking of nothing else but my freedom ... Myself.
I just realized how I spent more of my time worrying about someone else's state. I barely give myself memories to be cheerish and learn at.
In all things, I always put the welfare of others first. It was not even able to give Zion the right to be known as a specially beloved person. I didn"t try to admit our relationship to others because I was worried it might be another wrong idea.
How did it go wrong?
I just found out how incomplete I am throughout our relationship due to my lies and secrets. I halted us to be completely free, I sacrificed my own freedom for everyone's sake.
I felt sorry for myself. I became too generous, I became too unselfish.
It is not really wrong to be selfish. What is wrong, is that of over-worrying others, forgetting to appreciate and look at oneself.
I am happy helping my bestfriend. But a part of me was in so much regret. If I hadn"t gotten on this wheel, life might have been even happier. Maybe I got to know myself better.
Yes, I learned many things in this battle. I learned new skills. But I've ceased myself to explore more, to find peace and comfort.
I found love, but my fear just grew rapidly everyday.
What if I end up losing everyone, especially Zion? What if one day I have to wake up in the morning knowing that he's gone? What if our paths part? How about me?
I was on my knees in extreme weakness.
I didn't feel any physical pain from the gun's bullet. He fired, but it didn't hit me.
I am right with my assumption. Oliver is not a bad person. He wanted me to live, he wanted maybe I could still see both the evil and the good of the world.
"Get out of here while there's still time," he held out his hand to me.
"Why don't you do it?" I sadly looked up at him.
"The world may be too harsh. But that doesn't mean you'll give up after the long run. Are you still going to give up, when someone needs you? Don't leave Zion behind. Don't leave Zion behind. someone who can sacrifice even his life just for your salvation. "
I swallowed hard. It caught my full attention.
"What do you mean?"
"You really must have been dead a long time ago. But he fought back."
"Can you tell me everything?" I wiped my tears away.
"When we were all in the hideout. He saw me carrying a knife to your room. We fought and had an agreement afterwards. I won't move you, he won't tell others about me either," he admitted, "Behind him , there was a scar from the knife I was carrying at the time. He almost got killed. "
Why didn't I even notice that he had a wound?
I felt bad. All this time, he suffered because of me. And I wasn"t even able to see its true emotion behind the laughs.
He just smiles when we are together. So I was complacent with no problem. I'm the only one who was really fooled here.
"He wants to look tough in front of you. He only thinks of you."
"Why are you telling me this now?"
He did not answer. He squeezed the gun back into his pants, then turned around.
"Save your life now. I can't help you from now on. I am done finding reasons to spare your life. If we happened to cross paths again, I'll make sure to kill you," he quickly walked away.
But even before I finally left, I was able to chase the current cry of the mind.
"Remember, we're still friends even if another group is served."
He was still speechless, just bent down then slammed the door shut.
It took me a couple of minutes to get on my feet. I struggled to stand up even though I was still shaking. As he said, will I still give up after the hardships I have gone through?
I slowly walked to the door. The blood from my wound wouldn't just stop flowing. It was as if I felt like it was crying too.
I carefully opened the door. Assuming there is no reachable volume. But when he saw Spencer's face again, he immediately lost the urge to run.
I know I can't run away from him. I had to defeat him first before he could finally get away.
I get on my position. I have gathered all my strength and prepared myself. Unlike him who did not even leave the post. He's comfortably leaning on the wall, with his hands on his pants pocket.
I don't know if it has any plans to fight. However I still have to be careful. It's hard to be complacent now. There are many cheaters.
"That's really the reason why until now he still hasn't been able to kill you. Oliver always has a reason about you. And I got really curious about it. What's with you? Why is everyone protecting you?" he scanned me from head to toe.
"So you followed me?"
"I personally followed you," he stood up properly.
I quickly backed away.
"It took me two months to get to know you. You don't like spicy food, you're a very God-fearing person, you like K-dramas, you're a K-pop and P-pop fan, you graduated with flying colors, a part time tutor, you like white, you originally have a good fashion sense but you don't want anyone to know it, you- "
"How did you find out all that?"
I think he knows more about me, than Zi.
"I tried to find out everything about you to understand Oliver. He can't kill someone as pure as you. And ..." he bit his lower lip. It took a deep sigh and looked up. It seems difficult to follow the word. There was something holding him back from voicing, "Just get away from here," he said after a while.
Just as Oliver did he also turned his back on me.
"Please don't make this hard for me. Stay away and don't show up again."
"You're the one who came-"
"I know ... But I can't walk away anymore," his voice cracked a bit. His courage here suddenly disappeared.
This time I no longer knew what kind of Spencer was talking. Why did he suddenly become kind?
What have I done to make them change their mind?
We heard a few approaching footsteps next. Every step of theirs is violent, as if angry and in a hurry.
"Hide," he pointed at the wall behind me.
"Huh?"
Where will I hide? How to hide in-
Run it closer and I hurriedly pushed. Next was the opening of the back wall. In the panic I could not recover. It turns out that the preparations made by each of them are still lacking. He acted more agile towards me. Whatever you do, you will lose and you will only lose.
He's not a boss for nothing.
"Don't make any noise," he commanded emphatically, before closing the secret door of a room.
When viewed from the outside, it looks like a simple wall.
I looked around and saw a king sized bed, fire place on the far corner, a pair of wall lamps above the bed, side table and couch. Lots of papers and books were placed in the cabinet. Most of it are about law and physics.
"Where is he?" I heard Ariela ask outside.
"I don't know either," Spencer lied.
For no apparent reason, my heart suddenly started beating faster.
What is his sole reason for covering me up? I didn't do anything nice to him ...
"Look all around. Don't ever let that woman escape. We can use her against enemies."
"They're here?"
"Go prepare yourself. It will gonna be a bloody battle."
They also eventually lost their voices. I guess you left?
To be continued...