A/N: Whoo! I updated sooner than I thought I would!
Sadly though, this is kind of a shorter chapter... I really couldn't think of what else to write, but here it is! Chapter 6! :)
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I shot up out of my seat and bolted for the door; pounding my fists against it repeatedly in hope someone would let me out. You may think I was melodramatic about the whole situation, but trust me.
It's pretty bad being locked in a compact room with freaking claustrophobia. And a bad case of claustrophobia at that.
"Help! Let me out of here!" I screeched over the pounding of my fists.
I soon went into full-blown panic attack after a few minutes of no one answering my pleas for help. I started hyperventilating again, and my heart began pounding because of my excessive anxiety from the situation. I turned, back facing the door; the room seemed to be closing in on me, slowly compacting even further. My head was spinning, and I struggled to breathe.
I backed up against the door, and slowly slid down until I sat down on the floor, soon curling up into the fetal position. I subconsciously started shaking, and my breath was beginning to be ragged.
But just as a sob released from my cowering form, I heard a click. My arms uncoiled and I lifted my head up from being burrowed in my knees, a small amount of hope bubbled up inside me. I stood and backed away from the door, worried who was on the other side.
It swung open, and a man decked out in black with a bow in hand and a quiver thrown over his shoulder stood in the doorway. His eyes glowed a mystifying bright blue- I later decided that it might not be one of my best choices to ask why. He grabbed me by my upper arm and dragged me out of the room before I could argue, rushing though the now desolate hallway. The alarms still blared; showing that something was still going on.
We rounded another tight corner; me barely keeping up with the man's swift strides. He opened a door- which I soon realized went outside to the hangers aboard the helicarrier - and, may I put it, escorted me to one of the jets. More like dragged me, but hey!
He turned on his heels once I buckled into one of the seats, turning to leave. I grabbed his forearm before he could, though.
"Wait!" He turned around to look at me, pulling his arm from my grip. "What the hell is going on?"
He didn't answer, instead merely shook his head in exasperation.
He turned back around and sprinted out of the jet, locking the back door up before heading back towards the inside of the carrier.
I swore under my breath and crossed my arms in annoyance.
At least it's not that cramped in here…
"Well hello again, darling. I didn't know when you'd make it."
My breath hitched as a voice echoed behind me. I turned my head and let out a long, exasperated sigh as I soon realized it was just my father again.
Oh joy.
"Seriously, what?" I whined as I threw my head back against the headrest on my seat. I then threw my hands up in the air in frustration, "What the hell do you want with me?" I then heard a noise, indicating that the jet was starting up, and after a moment I felt it take off.
He chuckled and sat down next to me, despite the glare I threw at him.
"And who was that guy back there? Why-" My father cut off my questions with a cackle.
"Let's just say… he helped me escape. However, not on his own accord. He's also helping me destroy this," he pointed out the window out the back of the jet, motioning towards the- now damaged -Helicarrier, "for me to prove to those mortals that I can and will rule them… that none of their forces can stop me."
I stayed silent as I continued to look out at the Helicarrier, eyes widened and mouth agape.
"I'd hate to leave him, but it seems I have no use of him anymore."
"Why?" I squeaked, still in shock of why my father had done that.
"Why not," he smirked and stood, walking up to the cockpit of the aircraft with his head held high in his immense ego. I crossed my arms and glared daggers at his retreating figure.
In one ordinary hospital building in southern Germany, in Stuttgart to be precise, a woman lay on the hospital bed, chest wrapped to stop bleeding out from a critical injury she had received. She was attached to various machines and a medicine bag, and she wore an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose to keep her breathing stable. A nurse stood nearby, watching her vitals carefully.
A doctor examined different x-rays and scans of her chest wound in another room, soon walking out with a few of the x-ray photos with him. He walked into the waiting area, where a man sat, looking up at the doctor in worry.
"The bullet hit only 4 millimeters away from the heart, and luckily didn't hit any other vital organ."
A/N: Cliffhanger hurhurhur...
Guess who that woman is. And the man.
I'm pretty certain, though, that it's kinda obvious. xD
I JUST ADDED THIS END PART TO THIS CHAPTER, BY THE WAY,
because of remembering a few certain reviews... *Wink Wink*
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