CHAPTER 1 - -
It was raining again. Nikita liked the rain. In a certain way, it always calmed her down, made her feel alive, not just a trained ghost like she was, but somewow that didn't happened today. The small and tingling drops of water on her window just made her fell her hearth squeeze - like two walls pressing in until the air is no more.
Where was he? What was he doing? And why, oh why, wasn't he here with her... by her side? It's been more then two weeks since Michael had first discovered her loft and then blackmailed her into finding Kasim; 48 hours later she delivered, and he was there, with that unforgettable look upon his face of total and uncontrolable hatred - one that she never sean before. And aldow she very much understood his reasons for that uncontrolable hatred, it was a side of him that she never knew - a dark and twisted side of him that only showed when he was struggling Kasim with the rope.
Nikita sighed as she opened the large window from her loft and contemplate the rainfall, the lukewarm brise in the night air, a part of the sky on a pinky light tone. Despite of her feelings it was a beautiful warm rainy night, like being in a tropical forest. Like an Op she took that time when... No. She didn't want to remember that right now. She had more concerns in her mind. Almost two weeks! No news, no signs, no show... Nothing! Like Michael just vannished, but she knew he was still in the city, she sean it on her laptop as she tracked his signal, just as she was tracking Alex signal for protective reasons. Nikita could easily follow his signal as he moved here and there on the scream, almost ever on the same spot. Since as long as she could remember: he always wad been a workaholic, and it seemed he still hadn't changed... the question was: why? She can still remember Kasim's words:
"Percy sent me... sacrifice one to save a million... since he found you in that bed hospital nine years ago he's being using you..."
So WHY? Why was Michael still there... with Percy, the same guy who order the kill on his family, on so many innocent people... on Daniel... She struggled to understand, looking for an answer, but she couldn't find one. In two weeks not ONE word?...
Could he be mad with her for a same unknow reason? Could he be hill? No. Alex would tell her if that would happen and also, according to her, he was there every day and with no Ops going on. Then WHY, god damn is he doing this to her? Like a punishment for something she didn't even know she made. She tighten her fists, that single tough made her feel angry.
She killed Kasim for him, a bullet right in the head. Ok, he was everything but a Saint: drug and weapons dealer, CFO Al-Qaeda, murderer and a sadistic bastard, but still a human being and she killed him because Michael couldn't kill another soldier who was just following orders. She killed him for him in spite of her own promise to never kill again. And even, until now, she always managed to keep that - using only non-letal force to stune or pass-out so many enemies that wouldn't hesitade to kill her on the spot. She managed that because she could anticipated almost every move at any time from everywhere. Yes! She was that good!
However, she had promised Michael she would do ANYTHING to help him get Kasim... and, for that, she broke her own promise by shooting , at point blanck, an unarmed man kneeled on the floor: executional style. But if that wad been the price to have him on her side, fighting their, now, comun enemy Percy, she gladly paided it! Unfortunately Michael never showed up again.
He knew where she lived now... Was it safe for her to still be there? The logical thing to do would be to move and retrieve Alex from Division ASP, but she was still there... hopping that he would came... Deep down she knew he could never betrayed her, revealing her location. But then again, all that could change...
Suddenly a though run trough her mind like a bullet would. Wait no! It could be that... no! Not Michael... A chill ran over her spine. The meare thought made her sick to her stomach. However, it was the only explanation!
"He used me!"She tought. It made sense!...
-Flashback-
" -Michael! Michael...PLEASE!
-Please WHAT? Don't do this to you?...
-Don't do this to US!
As an answer Michael just blew up her computer with one single shot! Almost as if he was saying: "If I didn't need you, I would kill you right now!".
-THERE IS NO "US"! THERE NEVER WAS... - and he left leaving her heart broken."
-End of Flashback-
How could he say that, after all of their history together? However, he had no problem putting her in harm's way against Gogol, threatening Alex safety in order to track Kasim down and when he found out the truth about his family's real murderer, he had no problem giving her his own weapon so she could kill Kasim. And now, with half of his problem solved, he didn't need her anymore! How could she be so foolish? A gasp almost made her puke her guts out right there. Never, she felted more betrayed or used than right now. A new convulsing. She covered her mouth. Tremors started on her hands as she fell on her knees. She couldn't breathe, her throught seemed to be strangled by an invisible force. Tears start to drop against her will.
Gone! Michael always had been her anchor, her light at the end of a large long tunnel... and now...it was gone. She felt so tiny, so desperately alone. Never she felt more alone than now. But the piece of the puzzle seem to add up in that order. A voice piercing her mind...
"He used You, you idiot! Did you think he loved you? What a joke! You're nothing but a little girl with a crush, what did you expect? Your're pathetic... pathetic... pathetic..."
She couldn't control it any moore! Her world collapsed inside out. She was so hurt, so angry. Specialy angry with herself. How could she let him fool her like that? How could she believed he could ever change? How could she believed that he would EVER leave Division for her? He used her so easly because he knew how she felt for him! He used you so good, you didn't even noticed!
-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !
A savage and uncontrolable scream bursched from her soul, and she sat there for what seemed to be an eternity. She was too engrossed in her thoughts to notice that, behind her a figure started emerging from the shadows. Suddenly she felt a presence just a few meters from her, gazing her, and she frozed up. Nikita's nearest gun was by the computer table a couple a meter ahead. Could she reach it in time?
-Nikita? - that voice... But how...?
-Owen?