SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR THE SECOND CHAPTER! I HAVE BEEN VERY BUSY LATLEY BETWEEN SPORTS AND SCHOOL! ANYWAYS, HERE IS CHAPTER 2! ENJOY! OH AND IF THERE ARE A BUNCH OF GRAMMAR/SPELLING MISTAKES I'M VERY SORRY, I WROTE IT ON MY IPHONE.

Chapter 2-

Mary's P.O.V
As my eyes fluttered open, I felt like I had been sleeping for days. In reality I probably had only been out for twenty minutes, but it definitely felt like I had been hibernating or something. My vision slowly became clearer and that is when I realized I was in the back of a SUV, laying across the row of seats. The girl who had shot me was somehow crouching down next to me and applying pressure to my gunshot wound. It took me a few seconds to realize it, but she was just staring at me, deeply. It actually made me feel bad because she looked so pained and worried and nervous. I barely could focus on her, never mind talk to her, but I just wanted to tell her it was alright. Like say "know this isn't your fault. Don't worry, I'll be completely fine." That was not going to happen though because I then came to my senses. She was the one who shot me, she was the one who messed up my job, she was the one who ruined everything. It was her fault. It than occurred to me that despite the depressing look on her face, they were probably driving us somewhere to dump my body because if i wasn't dying I must secretly be a superhero.
Trying to take in my last view moments the best I could, I examined the car. It was a large SUV. It had black leather seats, black walls, black everything. There were 3 other people in car: the guy driving, who actually was fairly attractive, an older-ish women in the front passenger seat, Asian and beautiful, and the girl who shot me. I felt like I had seen her face before, but I couldn't think of anything beyond that. My vision started to go fuzzy again, but I focused on staying awake. If I closed my eyes now, they may stay closed forever. Truthfully, I'm not so much afraid of the dying part of dying, but I am afraid of what happens after death. I am afraid of not existing and living. I am afraid of not being a part of the world. It scares me so much I can't even explain it. It's one of those things that you can't even think about for more than a few minutes because it so distressing.
My eyelids felt like stacks of bricks on top of boulders. I gave up and let them close. If I was going to die, there was no more fighting it.

Alex's P.O.V
The girl's eyes closed again and I became very worried. I checked her pulse and she was still living, just barley.
"Michael drive faster." I said. This girl couldn't die. I don't know why I felt so connected to her, but I did. Maybe it was how young she was and the drugs. I mean she must be wrapped up in some pretty serious shit to be dealing drugs at what 14?15?16? I don't even know how old she is yet I feel like I know everything about her. Maybe this is how Nikita felt when she found me and took me in: a strong urge to protect and save her. I saw Nikita looking at us through the rear view mirror.
"How much longer to division?"
"Alex we can't bring a civilian, much less a teenage girl to division! It is too dangerous and besides we are still almost 2 hours away!" Nikita yelled calmly. We had this conversation just an hour early, with the same outcome.
"Alex, we will drop her off at the farthest hospital from Boston possible. The doctors can handle her from there, the rest isn't our job." Michael told me. I was so frustrated. It felt like a Larissa situation all over again. Division can't continue going around and doing dangerous things without helping the people they affect. It isn't right or fair.
"It isn't our job? Saving a young girls life isn't our job? What is our job exactly then?" I yelled at both of them. I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit. "If she goes to a hospital she will end up in a bad place afterward. If we take her to Division we will be able to give her a new life, a new start. We can save her Nikita. You of all people should know that." I waited for a response for what seamed like forever, but then I got what I had been looking for.
"Michael, forget about that hospital, get us to Division as quick as possible." Nikita said to him.
I grinned. I was going to save this girl and nothing was going to stop me. She was my new mission.

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