I awoke freezing my ass off, and the fact that Bass practicly had all the covers to himself wasn't helping much. I glanced out the window it was still dark, most likley 3 or 4 in the morning. I grabbed at the corner of the cover and pulled on them, they didn't budge. I sighed, he must be laying on them. I thought to myself.
"Bass." I whispered. He didn't move. "Bass." I said again alittle louder, tapping his arm lightly. When that had no effect either I resulted in flicking him in the arm. "Bass." I said with an annoyed edge to my voice. Before I could even register what was happening he was ontop of me, pinning me down, gun to my head. What the hell was he doing?
"What do you want?!" he almost yelled. I stared at him with wide eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, don't shoot me Bass. Please." I whimpered.
"Charile?" he questioned, immediatly taking the gun off me and placing it back on the nightstand. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to..." he trailed off. I pushed him off of me and rolled over on my side, staring at the wall.
"Why do you have to be so damn paranoid?" I muttered.
"What was that?" he asked, moving closer to me.
"Nothing." I snapped at him.
"Look, I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just my relfexes-"
"Your reflexes what?" I interupted him. "You blame your reflexes for every person you have ever killed?"
"Charlie," He warned as he roughly grabbed my arm and turned me over to face him. "do not go there."
"What are you going to do? Shoot me?" He stared at me blankly. "Yeah, I've heard about what you do to the people who talk back to you or just piss you off."
He released his hold on my arm. "And that doesn't scare you?"
"Dissapointed?"
"Just go to sleep Charlotte." I watched him settle back down on the other side of the bed before turning over and resuming staring at the wall. I let my eyes flutter shut and listened to the sound of Bass' breathing. He sounded as if he had fallen asleep already.
I sprinted through the woods, constantly looking over my shoulder, though I didn't know what for. My lungs and legs burned like they had been set on fire. I could barely see two feet in front of me. My heart was pounding. I tripped over something and fell flat on my face, landing at someone's feet. I looked up but I couldn't see the figure, they were concealed in the shadows.
"Hello Charlotte," came a males voice. "I'm General Monroe." He said stepping into the light, a wicked grin on his face.
"What the hell do you want?" I spat at him.
"Oh nothing much," he says, kneeling down next to me. "I just want to know where Miles is."
"I'm not telling you anything."
"Oh I think you will." He said pulling out his gun and pointing it to my head.
I kept a straight face, my eyes locked on his, daring him to pull the trigger.
"This not persuasive enough for you?" he asked me. I didn't answer him. "Well okay then." He pointed the gun at my leg and pulled the trigger. Pain exploded through my leg, and I screamed. His face became serious. "Where is he Charlotte?" he asked again.
"I don't know."
"Don't you lie to me!" He yelled.
"I don't know where he is." I repeated. He grabbed my leg, making pain shoot through it. I screamed once again, a tear ran down my cheek and it seemed to give him some sort of satisfaction. He leaned close to me so he could whisper in my ear.
"This is your last chance to tell me before things get ugly." He whispered. "For the last time, where is Miles?"
"I don't know where he is, I swear." My shakey voice replied.
"Okay then," he said, pulling away from me and standing up.
"Sargent Strausser." He barked.
"Yes sir?" I heard Strausser reply, moving out from the shadows. His grey hair glistened in the moonlight and I could just barely make out the scars on his face.
"Get her to talk."
"Yes sir." Strausser replied again moving toward me, pulling a knife from his belt. Monroe stood back in the shadows watching intently.
"Hey sweet heart." Strausser said to me, taking on the same position Monroe had. "You gonna tell us where Miles is?"
"Go to hell." I spat at him.
"Have it your way." He said, taking the knife and cutting it into my skin.
I woke up screaming and my hand went straight to my face, making sure I wasn't bleeding. I could still feel my leg throbbing, and I was shaking.
"Charlie whats wrong?" Bass sleepily asked, moving over to me.
"Don't you dare touch me!" I almost yelled at him. He stared at me with his questioning gaze. Everything was quiet for a few moments and then he finally realized what the dream was about.
"Shit," He said to himself. "That dream, it was about me wasn't it?" I didn't answer him. "Charlie I would never hurt you. No matter what I may have done to you or your family before, I don't wanna hurt you, ever." He moved closer again and this time I didn't say anything. He pulled me into his arms and I shivered under his touch.
"Hey it's okay," He whispered as he rubbed my back. "I swear to god I will never hurt you." He lingered on the word 'never' like he wanted me to know that he ment what he was saying. "And I won't let anybody else hurt you either." He paused for a second. "I promise Charlotte." He kissed my forehead, slowly lowering himself onto his back, pulling me with him, my head resting on his chest. "I'm not that man anymore."
Agh sorry for the short chapter, but I didn't want to wait like a whole nother week because I like have writers block or something. I don't know this story just doesn't wanna be written right now. Yeah we can go with that. So anyway I'll try to update more often.