"Shit," Alec whispered angrily when he had heard all Sean had said. He and Max were going to enter through the roof when Sean started explaining everything to Kris. They decided to wait until he finished talking, hoping to find out where White was and how many people were on the premises.
"We are getting her out of there," Max asserted. "They think you're dead, so I'll go in alone and you follow me a few seconds later. Get Kris out of here."
"No, we all get out of here together. After I beat the shit out of Sean," Alec replied, infuriated.
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"You never loved me," Kris said quietly.
Sean laughed. "Love was not an issue. My duty was to fuck you and I succeeded. Everything else was a means to that end," Sean stated simply.
Kris was going to be sick. Their entire relationship meant absolutely nothing to him. She wanted to beat him, hard, so he could feel all the pain she was feeling at that moment, but she was tied and he couldn't have felt the pain anyways.
"I hate you," she stated coldly.
"Ah, Kris, you wound me," Sean said, feigning emotional injury.
"You have no emotions to wound," she retorted.
"You shouldn't take it personally, Kris. It was for survival."
"Bullshit Sean! People don't mess with someone's trust and emotions and love like that. You're not a person," she said angrily.
Sean began to laugh. "And you think 494 was? That mutant you spent so much time with wasn't even human! I can't believe you spread your legs to that filth," he said contemptuously, resting his hands on the arms of the chair and leaning over her.
She flinched momentarily at the thought of Alec being dead. She would have to deal with that later. "He had a soul," she stated firmly, not bothering to say that she and Alec had never had sex. "You have no soul."
Sean sighed, shaking his head. He paced in front of her, as though trying to decided what to say to make her understand. White enjoyed the scene greatly.
"Don't you see Kris? I am the future," Sean said proudly.
"And I thought Alec had an inflated ego," a third voice said disgustingly.
Max, Kris thought, relieved.
"That's her!" White yelled.
Two men appeared and ran towards her. She was standing on a green crate, drawing all the people over there. They shot at her, all bullets missing her graceful body and she leapt from crate to crate.
Kris watched, trying to struggle out of the ropes that held her hands behind the back of the chair. Her wrists were hurting like hell. She then felt hands on hers and froze.
"Miss me?" someone whispered.
"Alec!"
"The one and only," he said as he untied her. Her wrists were bleeding. He would kill Sean for all of this.
"Oh thank God!" she exclaimed. He was alive.
"494!" White called out surprised, spotting Alec helping Kris out of the chair.
"I got him," Sean said arrogantly, striding over to them.
Once Kris was free, Alec smiled confidently at her before pushing her out of the way of Sean.
"What the hell does she see in an unnatural think like yourself?" Sean asked Alec arrogantly as they approached each other.
Alec responded with a blow to the left side of Sean's jaw. "You will die," Alec said menacingly.
They matched each other blow for blow, kick for kick, initially. But Alec was already injured and began to slow down. He could not block a punch to his own jaw fast enough and fell to the floor, coughing up blood. Alec got back up on his feet only to have his legs taken out from under him before he could react.
"Is this all you got?" Sean taunted, kicking Alec in the gut. "You probably cost millions of dollars to create and train and this is it? Pathetic!" Sean yelled, kicking Alec again.
Alec rolled over in pain. Fresh blood was everywhere - his face, his arms, his clothes. He didn't even know where it was all coming from. He crawled on the floor and tried to get up, but the pain...he couldn't. He was going to die at the hands of a cult jackass and he could do nothing about it.
"You have nothing!" Sean yelled, kicking him again. "You are an overpriced piece of shit that has nothing!"
"No, you're wrong, Sean!" a voice cried out.
Sean paused his beating of Alec to look over at the owner of the voice, a quizzical expression on his face. "Kris?"
"He's got me," she stated firmly, firing the gun in her hand.
The bullet hit Sean square in the forehead and he fell. Dead.
Alec looked over at Kris. She had turned deathly pale and let the gun drop from her limp hand. She wasn't moving, just staring at Sean's prone body.
Kris would never really know what happened then. She felt Alec pushing her towards an exit and she heard gun shots and she saw Max running towards them. She felt Logan's soft car seats and heard the car screech off. But that was all she could remember.
She killed the man she loved. She killed the man she loved. She killed the man she loved. No, she killed the man who pretended to be the man she loved. She did not love cult-Sean, she loved the fake Sean. She loved a fake. The man had tricked her for two years. She felt so stupid and...dirty. She had given her virginity, her heart, her soul to someone who just wanted her to make a baby. She vomited, right there on Logan's car floor.
"Shit, sorry," she said in between coughs.
"It's okay, Kris," Logan replied from the driver's seat.
Alec stroked her back silently.
Kris felt lightheaded. Is this what fainting felt like? She had never fainted before.
"We're here, Kris," Alec said, helping her out of the car. Her apartment.
"Will you two be okay?" Logan asked tentatively. Alec was a bloodied mess and Kris looked like she was about to faint.
"Yeah, thanks man," Alec said appreciatively. He lead the way to her apartment, opened the door and Kris walked in slowly.
"I need a shower," Kris said softly, never looking at Alec as she went to the bathroom and closed the door.
She vomited again in the toilet. She rinsed her mouth out and brushed her teeth before taking her shower. Maybe it was a psychological think, but she needed to wash so many things away. She had to try to get this dirty feeling off her, but it would never vanish completely. It was part of her now.
She could not wash away her past; she could not wash away the fact that she had killed a man, the man she loved, no, the man pretending to be the man she loved...who never loved her. She looked down at the bathtub floor - it was red with blood from her raw wrists. She couldn't feel the pain in her wrists at all.
She had never killed anyone before, she never had a reason to do so. Alec. Alec was the reason she killed Sean. Sean was going to kill Alec. She couldn't have let that happen. That's why she killed Sean. But, wait, what if Alec had been putting on a show just like Sean had been? No, she trusted Alec. She had trusted Sean. She banged the tile wall of her shower in frustration, but never cried.
Kris must have been in the shower for an hour. Alec tried to clean some of his cuts at the kitchenette sink, but he couldn't see many of them nor reach most of them. At least he cleaned up his face. He was in such pain, as though thousands of bricks had been thrown at his body.
Kris had killed Sean...for him. No one had ever sacrificed that much for him. He wasn't worth it.
The bathroom door opened and Kris emerged in her white terry cloth robe. She looked more alert than before. She had scared him so badly when they were escaping the warehouse. It was as though she was in a comatose state earlier.
She looked at him, "You're a mess," she said, horrified. She filled a bowl with water and took out her first aid kit. "Sit on the couch," she ordered.
"I'm alright, Kris," Alec lied. He wanted to know how she was.
"Bullshit, Alec. Go sit," she ordered.
He sat on the couch and she followed him with her supplies.
"You need to take off your shirt," she said.
Alec tried but he was in such pain that he couldn't even cross his arms to take it off. Kris saw this and something deep down in her knew Alec wasn't like Sean. Alec wouldn't have practically died for her if he was like Sean.
"Arms up," she said softly.
Alec obeyed and Kris gently pulled the bloodied, tattered shirt off him. In any other situation Alec would have grabbed her just then and kissed her, but he could see that Kris was thinking nothing sexual through her actions and he doubted he could grab her without feeling a tremendous amount of pain.
Kris wretched when she saw Alec's chest. There were bleeding cuts and purple bruises scattered all over him. She had tended to his wounds before after he got into fights while helping Max, but this was by far the worse time. Some of the bruises were as large as Kris' fist. She impulsively traced one of them gently with her fingers. No, Alec was nothing like Sean.
"They're not as bad as they look," he lied again, trying to put her concerns to rest.
She shook her head. "I don't care how fast you heal. They look like shit," she croaked out. She was almost crying. How could Sean hurt him so badly? She had always though Alec was indestructible.
She dabbed a soft rag in the water and cleaned the blood off his chest as gently as she could. "This will sting," she warned as she reached for the hydrogen peroxide to disinfect the wounds.
"No kidding," he replied, smiling at her. He inhaled sharply as the liquid burned his flesh.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. She was sorry for everything, but couldn't talk more.
"No, don't be," he said firmly, looking at her straight in the eye. He had to make her understand that none of this was her fault. He held her gaze until she finally looked away and bandaged his cuts in silence.
"Turn around," she said.
Alec listened and turned. His back wasn't as bad as his chest. There were a few bruises and two large bloody scrapes.
Kris repeated the bandaging processed and then said, "Pants off."
"Woow, what?" Alec asked, caught off guard.
She smiled at him slightly. That was her Alec. "You left pant leg is ripped and bloody," she explained.
He looked down at the leg slowly. "Right, I knew that," he said casually, but he fumbled with his jean button. He couldn't tell if it was nerves or soreness.
"Stop, stop," Kris said, placing her hands on his. She gently moved his hands away, undid the button and lowered the zipper. Alec cursed himself for wishing they were in another circumstance where he could savor these feelings. Soon he was clad in only his boxers.
Kris cleaned his leg and asked, "Did I miss anything? You cleaned your face pretty well." He had a black eye, his cheek was swollen, his lip was split, and the gash on his head was covered with some butterfly bandages. "You probably have some bruised or broken ribs, but I don't know how to fix that."
"I'm fine," he insisted. "Are you hurt?"
"Huh?" She never thought about her physical pain. Her cheek was sore where White had slapped her, her wrists were raw, but other than that, she seemed fine. "I don't think I'm hurt."
"Lemme see your wrists," Alec said, extending a hand for hers. Kris placed her hand in his and sat next to him. He stroked it gently. "You're bleeding," he said, looking at her shoulder.
"Really?" She felt nothing.
Alec moved aside part of her robe to get a better look at the cut, exposing her shoulder completely. He dressed the cut.
It scared Kris that she was enjoying his touch so much. Well, why not? Wasn't she seriously considering sleeping with him earlier tonight? That seemed days ago.
"Kris?" Alec asked, trying to tug her robe back over her shoulder. She wasn't letting him.
She wouldn't look at him. It looked like she was trying to decide something. When she finally raised her head, her eyes were dark.
"Kris?" Alec repeated.
She didn't reply but rather straddled his legs between hers and kissed him.
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Author's Note:
Hello everyone! Thanks for reading! Please review if you have the chance. The next chapter will be up after Fanfiction.net re-opens. Hope you are enjoying the story!