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Chapter II

When Michael entered the abandoned wharehouse he wasn't expecting that poorly illuminated table, nor that camera, or even the glass with that simple order "Drink" next to it. He would though that much coming from Percys twisted mind. He wanted to play safe, he wanted him out!

Birkhoff's words were still fresh in his head: "This is crazy, Mikey!" followed by Alex words: "Don't worry. Sean and I got your back! We'll follow your signal."

Michael would rather be wide awake once he arrived close to Nikita but if that was the only way to do it, he didn't hesitate. After waving the glass to the camera with a smirk on his lips, he swallowed the content all at once. It let him a sour taste in his mouth. Didn't take long for Michael to feel to full effects of that mix. First the dry on his mouth, then the numbness, legs failing... the last thing he felt was the cold hard floor hitting his face and then the total blackness.

Michael came to his senses on a different kind of floor, it smelled of perfumed bleach. General pain struck him next. His left leg was standing in a higher point than his body. He made an effort to control the groginess of the drug still in his blood stream. Blurs came and go as he tryed to focus. His leg, he could see it now, was on top of an wooden ladder. By the position he was in, he realized that he had been careless tossed down stairs. He tryed to move only to feel a shark pain from his rips and he couldn't. Nausea was next.

Trough the fuzziness he saw a huge figure storming down the stairs on him. Brand seemed big on cameras but on the real scenario he was even bigger. A sixty six foot of massive muscle just a few inches from him and Michael's body refused to budge. He yelled something he couldn't quite understood while he hoisted him up like he was a feather. He felt the rough encounter of a chair and straps being tied on all his four members.

After making sure Michael was real well tied up, Brant just smack his head, more like a prank than the real deal.

"Hei! Don't you go no where!" - He mocked smiling.

Fighting the grogginess, Michael's managed to lift his head and face the giant's eyes. If only he wasn't still drugged and weak, he could imagine, at least, four diferent ways of taking that dum smile off his face. Brand aceppted his challenge and slowly approched Michael's face. For the first time Michael noticed his enormous scar and the glass eye. He was as scary sun of a bitch.

"Oooh, you and I will have some fun..." - He slowly hissed. - "Just like I had with your girlfriend..."

Instantly Michael try to jump on him but the straps strained him back to reality.

"You bastard!"

Brand just bursted out laughing and turned around to climbe up the stairs. Michael could ear his annoying laughter until the door was shut with a loud bang. Only then he could realize where he was inspite of the dim light: a basement. It was a tiny space with paled windows. The air was satureted with a burnt and sweat smell. He tried to focus his surroundings among the darkness only to realise, just in front of him, was a motionless figure.

"Nikita?"

She didn't move. His own strengh was coming ever so slowly. He tried to free himself from his restrains. No luck with that. The chair was even bolted to the ground. He wasn't going no where. His eyes grow accustom to the dark. He could now she her still strained to the iron bed, on a vertical position, hair fallen out covering her pending head in a stillness that scared him.

"Nikita! NIKITA!"

Still no answer. Michael's heart jolted fearing the worse. Had he come too late? Time seemed to stop and he took a couple of minutes just comtemplating her features looking for an answer to his question when slowly, very slowly he saw her move. Her head slowly lifting up to regain its right position. Michael breathe a sigh of relief. He could now she her face, she had some pretty bad bruises on both her cheeks, it was sweling. It physically hurted Michael to just see her like that. Still she was alive and that was all that mattered.

"Michael?"

Her voice was barely a mutter.

"Yeah, it's me... "

"Michael? What are you doing here?! Are you hurt?"

He could tell it was difficult to her to even talk.

"No."

He lied. He would probably had one or two broken rips from rolling down the stairs, his all body ache like he had been runed over,but Michael didn't want to worry her.

"The others? Were they with you when he attacked?"

"No. There was no attack."

For the first time he felt akward. Until that very second he hadn't really realised how stupid was his plan. She had always been the planner, not him. She was confused.

"How did Brand captured you?"

He swallowed dry.

"He didn't... capture me." - Silence. He sighted by the sight of her puzzled look. - "I came on my own... Give my self up."

Her expression changed. Was she mad or was she sad, or just worried? Seemed she was some how disapointed on him.

"It was the only way I could find you." - Michael quickley added. Was that an excuse for him or for her? He couldn't tell.

Silence once again. Nikita arched her eyebrows just before she turned her face and closed her eyes. Her troat was trembling. He figured she was about to cry, but then a rusky weird voice cutt in.

"You... son of a bitch!"

"What?..."

"You dum... stupid... son of a bitch!"

Ok. It seemed like her, look like her but it wasn't her. Her voice was grave and cold and those eyes... Her eyes were black as bottomless holes, full of hatred.

"The damage was limited, the situation was contained and now what? You just give Brand every thing that he wanted!"

She did had a point there but she still wasn't getting it.

"Nikita, you were in dang..."

"I was lost Michael! I am lost..." - Lost? Never! -"You just sacrifice yourself for a dead women!"

How could she quit like that? No! She will not do this to them, not now!

"Hei! You are NOT dead! We can still..."

He meant to talk about Birkhoff's tracking pill; Alex and Sean on their way... But he didn't had time.

"Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!... This is so tipical!... Always have to do the right thing, don't you, Michael? ... Can't ever be selfish, can you? Pure, noble Michael! You had to hand your self to this phyco, just like you were some kind of a martir?! Just like the time you had to go and be with Cassandra and just like you had to see your son. What about me, Michael? - She bursted. - "All that talk about us this and us that and the minute another family camed in the picture, it was all gone! Such an hypocrite! Just look at us! I'm your second choise. So, what the hell are you doing here, Michael? You're doing the right thing? Oh, spare me!... Why can't you just say 'This is what I want. I don't care if it's wrong!'?!"

Her words cutt him like daggers. He couldn't speek. Words were beyond him. This women in front of him wasn't the Nikita he knew, this one was a darker, scary version of her he never had seen before. He could only imagine the continued hours of torture she had to withstand in order to release such a dark side of her.

Once again Michael tried to release himself. All he wanted was to just hold her in his arms. It enraged him so much that he couldn't reach her just beeing a couple of feet away, that it took him all of his strenght to not burst into tears right there, in front of her. He took a long breathe as he search for the right words.

"You think I can't be selfish?" - His voice was shaking but calm. She lowered her eyes. -"This is the most selfish thing I've ever done in my life... I did this because I had to see you one last time, even if I was killed."

His words caught her attention for a brief moment.

"I did this... - He continued. -... because I love you!"

Nikita's face changed.

"Don't do that! Don't do that!" - She begged at the verge of tears.

"I have no choice... You see, you could never be my second choice because it was always you!" - He softly said.

"No, you have no ideia who I am. If you did... You could never love me!"

How could he make her understand? Nikita was like a lost ship in the midle of a storming ocean but he was her anchor. He always was her anchor.

"No! Nikita, I know exactly who you are and because of that I rather die by your side, them spend a life time without you! Do you understand that, honey? And yes... This is what I want!...And I don't care if it's wrong."

Nikita was trying to smile behind the tears that finally bursted her eyes. They were gazing at each other. Michael try to smile too, even when his own tears finally droped over his face. He didn't care any more she would see them. Because, somehow, even without touching her, he managed to reach her.

"Oh, Michael... we're gonna die..."

The sudden sound of loud footsteps down the stairs was eard. Brand was coming for them.

Birkhoff's pill should had been actived for a while now. Sean and Alex were their only hope if they reach them in time. If they didn't...

"Then we die... together!"

Well that's all for this chapter. You think I should continue? Pleeeease review... let me know what you think! Thanks!