Chapter 13*

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~Three Weeks Later~

How's it possible for Jack to go so easy on me?

I mean seriously. The dude only tore off my nails, dislocated my shoulder twice, broke my pinkie, stabbed me a couple times and electrocuted me. He even let my hand heal before he messed with it! That is nothing compared to what he does to enemies. And I'm the enemy now. Where's the gun? Shoot me in the foot, choke me, do something within normal processions. He also gives me kisses on the cheek before he leaves. Every single time. It's just so weird. Jack never holds back or shows any feelings.

I sat on the bed that I was handcuffed to, thinking about Jack's master plan.

He has to have something big. He can't just limit his craziness for my sake. No. He has some torture machine. He's just waiting for it to be built. Yup. That's definitely it."

I've been constantly thinking about the possibility of Jack coming out of the cut with a weapon of mass destruction. I mean, he hasn't been able to get anything out of me. Expect that his father feels threatened and might attack. The only reason he got that was because the electrocuting actually got to me. But that's it. He doesn't know I was originally here to kill him.

I sigh as I play with my nails. They grew back all the way a couple days ago. I start to look at my appearance. Jack gives fresh clothes twice a week. Again, weird, because when you torture someone, you leave them in their bloody clothes. Unless they have too much blood and it's unbearable to stay in the same room. But, Jack didn't even get me that bloody.

Suddenly, the door opens. My attention is given to Jack instead of my dirty nails. Jack is in his mission suit. My eyebrow stitched together. Clan leaders don't go on missions unless the whole clan is in danger. Shit. Shadow Clan has to be coming. Jack comes up to me with nothing to say. He just sits next to me and stares at me. I look back at him. A couple minutes of pointless staring passes. Jack's eye fill with sorrow and regret. I become even more confused.

"Wha-"

That's when Jack decides to kiss me. I hesitantly kiss back. I can't describe how much I love this feeling. I think I've been waiting for this for years. I'm finally kissing my childhood/tween/present day crush, Jack Brewer. He pulls away and smiles at me. It is a real smile, not those devilish ones he pulled during the torture. I smile back, but then I frown.

"Why'd you kiss me?" I ask, puzzled.

He must think he's in grave danger. He's trying to seal the deal with me.

"Kim, I'm so sorry for doing this to you." Jack starts and strokes my face. "I was so focused on you...how I'd torture you next...I didn't focus on the Shadow Clan. They're on their way, any minute now. They're coming for you and take us down. There's definitely going to be a war." My eyebrow raised. My mouth gapped open to say something, but nothing came out. I know what he is about to say. The pain is so real. It's worse the torture.

"Please don't say it," I find my voice.

"So, f I don't make it back...I want you to know," Jack started the hurtfully sentence.

"Jack-"

"I love you, despite all that's happened," Jack confesses.

He just made it official. It's official. I may never see my first love ever again. And we didn't even spend that much time together. The time we have together will never be enough if he doesn't make it.

"I-I love you too." I say.

Jack kisses me again. There's so much passion and sparks, no, fireworks exploding. I cry during this kiss, thinking this really maybe the last time I see him. He pulls away and smiles at me once more, while I frown. He chuckled.

"Can you at least look like you're going to see me again?" Jack says, stroking my cheek.

I smiled sadly and hold his hand; the one holding my cheek. "See ya later?"

"See ya later, Kimmy."

I would have punched him for calling me that, but now's not the time. Jack pulls me into a tight hug. I pull away kissing him on the cheek. He does the same to me. He gets up and walks to the door. He opens it and takes one last look at me. He smiles softly before leaving.

I lay on my bed and let out my sobs. I want to be with him but he must still feel betrayed, considering I'm still chained. He loves me and I love him, but he still can't trust me.

"Stupid mission!" I shout, crying harder.

I cried and cried for what seemed to be for days, but it was a couple hours.

I hear footsteps, screams, sword clashing, gun shots, skin on skin, gasps of people's last breath, and orders being thrown around. The war started about an hour ago.

I breathed in and out and kept blinking. I didn't want to cry anymore. But the thought of the grim possibilities. I shook my head and tried to like nice thing.

Rainbows, unicorns, flowers, more cheerful things.

Suddenly, I hear hard knocks on the door. Someone's trying to get in. There's silence after a moment. Then there's beeping. My eyes widen as I realize what's next. I cover my ears.

The steel door exploded open.

A girl walks in. She had her uniform on. A Shadow Clan uniform. You can tell by looking at the wrist where the sign is. Anyway, back to the girl. I look at her confused. She has her mask on, I can't identify her. I could only see her eyes. My eyes widen again, looking at key things.

"Those hazel eyes. That height. Those big ass feet. The angry look in her eyes."

She rips her mask off. She gives me the same angry, crazy look she gave me when we first met. I smile in relief, ignoring the fear building up in me.

"April." I breath out. "You're alive."

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