Betrayal Chapter 10- Carry On Wayward Son
A/N: Thank you reviewers! I have new people reading and life is good. I felt that I shouldn't leave you hanging on that cliffhanger for too long, so here you go.
Michaels's POV
I woke up to the sight of a blurry, dark room, my head pounding like someone was hitting it with a hammer. I knew I was in bad shape. At least one of my ribs had to be broken, and I was having trouble breathing. The fact that I knew that wasn't really helping much either. If a part of my rib had punctured my lung, I was done. My dad wasn't going to do anything to help me, but hopefully if I could make him think I would help him then maybe he would keep me alive. A little longer anyways.
As if on cue, my dad walked in the room.
I only saw his black figure as he spoke. "Michael, I see you're finally awake."
"You sound pleased," I said.
"Yes, because I know I'm going to get what I want."
A light suddenly turned on in the room. My father was there holding three files in his hands. Deep down I knew what they were, but some part of me hoped I was wrong.
He held them out from him and read the titles, throwing each file as he listed off the names: "Sam Axe, Fiona Glenanne, and Madeline Westen. I do believe these files were given to a certain convicted assassin who was charged with the murder of some president of some country. At this particular point, though, their lives are in your hands…but that could change very quickly."
I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth—not at the pain, though. The fury building in my head burned away any conscious thought of pain.
I didn't want to help him, but I had no other choice.
I opened my eyes slowly and glared as I snarled my four new, most-hated words. "What do you want?"
Dad turned around slowly and smirked. "I want you to go to work."
A/N: Short chapter again (with another cliffhanger) bahahahahaahahhaa I'm an evil weasel. Review please it makes me write faster.
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