JUNE

After Day-Daniel, after Daniel left my room I kept pretending to be asleep plotting my great escape little by little.

After the hospital wing grows silent, I tear of all my IVs and slowly, painfully heft myself up out of the bed. I see a window overlooking the right of the hospital into an alley. Perfect, I think, I can hop out the window.

I know I have to act fast so I is asses the distance I have to jump, and swallow my fear as I throw myself out of the window as gracefully as a leopard lunging at its prey and land on the garbage can with a soft clang of metal as I clutch my throbbing stomach.

I groan softly and put pressure on my stomach after my 3-story jump. However, I did miss the exhilaration of climbing and scaling walls. I remember when I used to do it before I ever got caught up in the thunderous storm known as day. Never mind that, I have to focus. I jump off the trash can and land with a sharp exhale.

My legs are threatening to give out after hours of no use and the jump didn't help. Despite this I hunch low, my stomach throbbing more wildly then my heartbeat with each pulse begging me to go back to the hospital, but the Snake lurking has given me no choice. I have to keep moving.

I swivel my head and assess my surroundings military style, staying low and on high alert. I see open road with a Rainbow River of cars streaming down it fast enough that it's a blur, but it's probably my impaired vision from the result of my wound making it so.

There seems to be no other option and I can disguise myself in the crowds while my mind comes up with a plan.

I move cautiously toward the road, scanning my surrounding for movement all the same. I make it halfway feeling confident until I hear a cruel laugh coming from my 6' o clock.

I swivel around as fast as a child on a spinning chair and I swallow my gasp as I see the person who ruined my life after it's already been stamped on so long ago. How could I have missed him, I think, damn this wound slowing me down.

The Snake. He wears faded jeans and chucks with a white shirt.

He laughs again twirling a knife in between his fingers as he says 'Oh June, you didn't think I would let you go that easily!'

I see a branch to my 10' o clock that was large enough to knock someone out and stand up straighter as I plot yet another escape and say sarcastically "Jason, thanks for shooting me, I taught you well!"

His green eyes turn livid as he says "DO NOT CALL ME BY THAT NAME!"

I taunt him as I inch toward the stick saying "Why? That is your name correct lieutenant?"

He snarls and pounces on me and I immediately grab for the stick and hold it over my body forming a square stance.

Jason recovers and exclaims with a smirk 'Oh, I should have known you had some sort of a plan, to bad Daniel didn't he would have been a bright child.'

I feel my eyes darken and my body tremble as he mentions his name, it's useless trying to contain my anger now.

I'm going to kill him, I think to myself, I'm really going to kill him this time for…for Daniel. This time ill succeed.

Tears well up in my eyes as I think of him. I swallow a sob and say 'This ends now, Snake.'

I lounge aiming my stick for his stomach but he counters it with a low sweeping block as he does a round kick to my wound. I deflect it by a mere hair but he counted on me to do so and kick my legs out from under me with a low sweeping kick. (A/N Like the ones black widow did in the first avengers)

I land on the ground with a cry coaxing out of me from the sharp pains protruding from my stomach as blood makes considerably large trails across my stomach. I squeeze my eyes tight and I can imagine my lips are white to from squeezing them shut too, as I hear a gun click and weakly open my eyes to meet the barrel of a sleek, midnight black pistol and my gaze travels to its owner's malicious green eyes under a blood-red ski mask.

I think about disarming him but I know I'm in no condition to get into another duel so I yield.

I can surprise him with that later, I think. If there is a later... No! I will kill him if it's the last thing I do.

He smiles his eyes crinkling as he taunts "Surrender?" I can't seem to muster up the pride or the energy to even weakly nod my head, but he doesn't wait for an answer anyway as he hauls me up by my forearms rather painfully, but that's not suprising.

As a soldier he was always rough and attached to anger at the hip.

He whispers "Move." in my ear and I can barely suppress a shudder. I'm not giving this bastard the satisfaction.

I feel a barrel of a gun being pressed into the small of my back. Then all of the sudden a large slam comes from the hospital and then a sob that sounds so painful as if he just lost someone he loved. The man continues sobbing as Jason covers my mouth and drags me over across the parking lot discreetly to the neighboring alley, and his serrated blade that is stuck sharp side up in his jeans scraping my back each painful inch we travel away from my original destination and into a shadowy alley.

I let out an agonizing scream as the knife embeds itself in my back fully.

It catches the attention of the source of the grief-stricken man because it abruptly stops and silence makes its claims over the hospital area mind a few humming cars in the background. Jason gives me a death-glare unlike any other, this one assuring excruciating pain to come and he slaps me across the face, surely leaving a welt.

Footsteps sound in the distance making Jason back me against a brick building and he wrenches the knife from my back and brings it across my eyebrow all the way to my right ear, I bite my lip drawing blood and feel its metallic taste as it fills my mouth.

He whispers in my ear cruely and chuckles 'Ahhhhh This is going to be so much fun.'

He sheathes his knife and takes out blood red ski mask from his jeans and draws his gun from the small of his back and raises it to my temple. As the footsteps draw closer the sound echoes across the ally.

Please don't hurt him please don't hurt him, dammit RUN, I think hoping the civilian can somehow read my mind and back off. Or else, death will surely come.

All of the sudden the figure makes himself known as he turns toward our alley. Based off years of being a commander, I can tell he's maybe mid-20s. He has a head of bright, blond hair and a lean muscular figure that could stop girl's dead in their tracks.

The figure sprints toward us and I finally get a read on his face, he has bright blue eyes, or had, but they've darkened as he trudges in closer. As he gets within a good 15 yards closer I stop breathing, his eye has a small imperfection, and the grief-stricken person is Daniel. I can sense the cruel, amused face of Jason, but I pay no attention, all that matters is Daniel. Daniel fumbles as he realizes who I am and a dark expression comes dominates his features as he turns toward the Snake.

An expression that I still remember from way back when, when he talked about the republic. An angry expression one that ensures a promise of hurt to the source of what's angering him. I would know, I've been on the receiving side of that face when it comes.

When he reaches us, Jason points his gun at Daniel, but Daniel not looking at the gun he's looking at me with a worried, wide eyed expression. Jason tilts his head to the side and I can almost see him smiling as if this was the most amusing game ever and points the gun back to my temple.

My vision wavers and all I can see our black spots and my favorite blue eyes to stare into. I feel myself losing consciousness and my last move is slipping my most prized possession of my finger, in hope he will wear it or keep it and know my love for him is always there if nothing else. I stare into his blue eyes and give a weak smile until the darkness grasps me with its long, slim fingers and holds me captive in its embrace.

A/N I edited it I hope it's better now. Thank you everyone for the lovely reviews keep it up if you want longer and more chapters! Next chapter we will figure out what's wrong with day.

Fly on,

Queen takes all