A/N: I am so tired of writing on my iPad/phone. Thank you all for the awesome response last chapter! I hope the craziness of the Kommissar is fitting, and understandable. She had literally lost it. The reviews are great and they really help! So thanks again, and I hope you like this chapter!
Beca fell asleep about an hour before the sun rose. Not because she wanted too, but because the heaviness of her eyelids, didn't give her a choice. She had stayed awake as long as possible, listening for anything that might tell her Chloe wasn't okay. Kommissar hadn't said a word to her. She simply smiled at her, and laid down beside her. It wasn't the most comfortable way to sleep, and she had turned her back on the woman. Though she could feel her heavy gaze still on her. She ignored it, and after hours of fighting it, she finally drifted off.
It wasn't long however, before she felt something brushing through her hair and her eyes snapped open. She sat up quickly, flipping around with wide eyes.
Her hair, which had been in the french braid Chloe gave her, fell in loose waves over her shoulders. Kommissar was smirking at her. The cloth that held her hair, in her hand.
Beca glared at her. This woman was insane.
"Good morning," Kommissar said. "We have a long walk ahead of us, I hope you slept well." She said as she stood up. Beca followed her movement with her eyes.
"Come on, get up." She said reaching down to grab her arm but Beca yanked it away from her.
She stood on her own and with a sneer towards the much taller woman, she turned toward the entrance of the tent.
She had just reached for the already unzipped flap, when a rough hand fisted in her hair and she was pulled backwards. Her whole body slammed into the woman, and she wrapped the other arm around her waist, holding her in place.
Beca raised a hand, grabbing the wrist that held her hair, tightly.
"I wouldn't be so feisty," Kommissar whispered against her ear. "There is so much I could do to you, and you wouldn't tell her, because if you did, I would kill her." She growled, referring to Chloe. "We have a deal, but if you continue to defy me, I will do something about it. I already forgave your momentary lapse in judgment when you punched me last night. I should have broken your hands." She said yanking her hair harder and she hissed in pain. Her eyes locked on the see through door. She could see the edge of the other tent. She knew Chloe was in it.
She tried to pull away, but Kommissar just held tighter.
"Think about this. One more wrong move, one more defiant glare, anything, I don't approve of, and that bitch will be the one I punish." She said just as Chloe stepped out of the tent and looked towards hers. She knew with the sun, she couldn't see into it. But she could see Chloe clearly. She looked tired, and worried, but otherwise she looked okay.
She nodded. "You are going to start cooperating?"
She nodded again. "Say it." Kommissar growled holding her tighter.
She winced. "Yes," she whispered as Chloe began walking toward the tent. The man who slept in her tent with her, right behind her.
Kommissar let her go and she instantly moved to leave the tent.
Chloe stepped back as Beca stepped out and looked her over.
Beca smiled lightly at her and pulled her into a hug, that Chloe gladly returned.
"Did she do anything?" She asked pulling back and reaching up to play with a strand of her loose hair.
Beca shook her head as Kommissar stepped out of then tent and Chloe looked behind Beca to see her twirling the strip of cloth between her fingers.
"Here you go." Kommissar smiled handing it to Beca and she took it, looking away from both of them as she walked away.
Chloe glared at the woman, then looked at a Beca. "Did she hurt you? Tell me the truth." Chloe said.
She shook her head and handed Chloe the strip of cloth, before walking towards the fire.
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Aubrey peered through sleepy eyes at the people in the camp. She watched as Chloe exited her tent and looked around. She wished she could see her. So she knew they were there. That they were coming for them.
But she didn't. She went right for the tent Beca was in, and the brunette walked out right before they reached it and they hugged.
She yawned as she watched them. Wishing she could just walk into the camp, and take them. But just as quickly as their hug ended, the blonde woman left the tent and handed something to Beca. She didn't miss the glare Chloe sent the woman. Stacie crouched down beside her and she looked at her.
"What now?" She whispered. "When do we go for them?"
Stacie sighed. "We have to time it perfectly. We have to be able to get them, with out the others noticing and we have to be able to kill them." She said. "Before they kill us."
"Now would be a good time." Jesse said from where he sat a few feet away. They are moving slow. Still waking up. I could take out two of them now. You and Aubrey the other two. They would never see it coming." He said standing up and grabbing his gun.
Stacie stood too. "Jesse, we are too far out. What if you miss-" She was cut off by the sound of a gunshot and they all hit the ground as the bullets sliced through the air above them.
"Fuck," Stacie whispered, "Move. Now." She said and they got up into a crouching position, moving as fast as they could in the opposite direction of the small camp.
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Chloe had instantly grabbed Beca and pulled her into her when the man shot into the trees. They both had wide eyes, and Beca held onto Chloe tightly.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kommissar demanded walking over to the guy.
He didn't take his eyes away from the area he shot into. "I heard something." He said.
"We are in the woods, you are going to hear things,"
"I saw something." He looked at Kommissar. "Someone." He corrected himself.
The woman looked into the trees. She couldn't see anything, after the gunshot, no birds were chirping. It was silent.
"Right, it was probably one of the dead. Pack up. We are leaving in five minutes." She said and looked at Beca and Chloe.
"Scared?" She smirked.
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The man hadn't been wrong. When Stacie stood up, to stop Jesse. She stood right in his line of sight. He was too quick to shoot luckily. His aim was off and he missed her. But he had seen her. Lucky for her, he only saw the back of her.
It had been hours. Hours of walking, no resting. No water. They hadn't been given anything to eat and they were both feeling dizzy. Chloe tried to suppress her cough, but it didn't work and more than once Kommissar turned to glare at her.
Today, the man who had seen Stacie, walked behind them.
After the third time Chloe tried to cover her cough, Kommissar sighed and turned around. They all stopped and as she walked toward Chloe and the girl stepped back.
"No, please don't," she gasped as she bumped into the man behind her.
Beca could see the fear in her eyes and she wasn't going to let them manhandle her again.
She stepped in front of Chloe protectively.
"Beca, is that wise?" Kommissar demanded as the man pulled the bottle from his bag.
She looked from Kommissar to the man and reached out, grabbing it from him.
Chloe watched her as she uncapped it. Kommissar held her hand up to the man as he stepped toward the smaller girl.
Chloe looked down as Beca lifted the bottle. She knew what Beca was doing. She knew that either way, she was going to have to drink it. It was just up to her weather or not she wanted to do it willingly with Beca being the one to hold the bottle. Or if she wanted a repeat of the night before. She would be lying if she said the alcohol didn't help suppress the cough.
She looked up, as Beca gave her a soft look and nodded. She smiled lightly and took the bottle, bringing it up to her lips and taking a drink. She pulled it away, grimacing at the burn.
"More." Kommissar demanded and Chloe looked at her briefly before taking another large drink, handing it back to Beca as her eyes screwed shut.
Beca put the cap on and handed it to Kommissar.
"Let's keep moving." She said handing the bottle to the man and turning.
Beca touched Chloe's cheek, angling her to look up and Chloe lifted her gaze.
"I'm okay." She said, seeing the question in Beca's eyes. She still didn't always speak. She had grown a custom to speaking through her eyes. She was glad Chloe knew what she was thinking. She let her hand fall and Chloe grabbed it, as they followed after the group. The man close behind them.
It was near sundown when they reached the edge of the forest and stepped out onto a paved road. Beca looked around and her eyes shot to Chloe and the redheads own eyes were wide as she looked at their surroundings.
"Kommissar, can we camp here for the night? Please?" Chloe asked and the woman turned to her.
"No. We have at least another hour before sundown. We can still make it a good distance." She said.
"Please? We haven't had any thing to drink, or eat since yesterday, please?"
Kommissar turned to her. "You aren't listening. I said no. And you won't have anything to eat or drink until I decide." She snapped. "We are going to continue walking." She said.
Chloe felt her stomach drop. This was what she had been waiting for. She had a plan, she just needed to camp here.
"Please?!" She practically yelled and they all stopped. Beca was looking at her with wide eyes.
"We have been walking all day, please can we just rest?"
Kommissar turned and marched toward her, her fist clenched and Beca, once more stepped in front of Chloe.
The woman paid her no mind and simply grabbed her, throwing her to the ground before wrapping her hand tightly around Chloe's throat.
Beca moved to get up, but Chloe held up a hand to stop her.
"Don't. Fucking. Touch her." Chloe growled, as the woman squeezed her throat and she felt her air supply being cut off.
"Why do you want to camp here? Think this is a good place to escape? Do you think you can slip away from us here?" She asked.
Chloe shook her head and the Kommissar let her go. She gasped, her hand flying up to massage her sore neck.
"No, we are just tired. Eventually one of us, is going to pass out anyway." She said and moved to help Beca up.
"Kommissar, I don't think we should stop yet." Travis said.
Kommissar nodded her agreement. "Neither do I. We keep going." She glared at Chloe. "You, walk with me." She said taking Chloe's arm and pulling her away from Beca.
"Travis, keep her with you." She said and the man grabbed Beca's arm, pulling her with him. Now, they were separated by the other two men.
Beca closed her eyes for a second. If Chloe had a plan, and she assumed she did. She wouldn't know about it. She wouldn't know what to do, or when. She looked up at the man who had her arm.
She wondered if she could break his arm. She wondered if she could create a distraction. Something long enough to keep Kommissars attention on her, so Chloe could do what she needed. Then again, she didn't know what Chloe needed. And she didn't know if that would help, or make it worse.
They walked through the town and back into the woods. It had been nearly forty five minutes and Beca was restless. This man still had her arm. Kommissar hadn't let Chloe go either.
What were they going to do?
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"Stacie, they saw us." Jesse said. "They must know they are being followed. They shot at us."
"They don't know anything. If they thought they were being followed, they would have come for us already." She said as the left the town and slipped into the trees once more.
"Stacie, we need to make our move. Something. Anything. We need to try." Aubrey said. "They have them separated now, something must have happened. They keep making Chloe drink from that bottle, and they haven't had any food or water since yesterday. We need to do something."
Stacie nodded, "I know. I just-"
"You're scared." She said. "You're scared of what could happen. You're scared for them, and you're scared for you."
Aubrey said. Jesse looked at them. Seeing the shame cloud Stacies eyes.
"They hurt you. And I understand your fear. Not fully, but I get the picture." She said and stopped them, taking Stacies hands. "Stacie, I won't let them take you. I won't let them hurt you. We get our friends back, and we kill them. Then we leave." She said.
Stacie looked down, a tear escaping her eye and slipping down her cheek.
Aubrey lifted her hand, swiping it away. "You're safe with me." Aubrey said lifting her chin to look at her. "I promise,"
Jesse looked down. "I won't let them hurt you either," he said, and they looked at him. "Either of you."
Stacie smiled lightly. She believed them. She trusted them and they trusted her. This was her family now. And the people who broke her, had part of her family. She looked in the direction they were headed.
"We make our move tonight," she said.
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Beca looked to see Kommissar and Chloe were in some kind of heated argument. She was quite a ways behind and couldn't make out what they were saying, but she watched as the woman gave Chloe's arm a rough shake and Chloe stumbled slightly.
Her blood boiled and she looked at the man holding her. He looked straight ahead, his face blank.
She looked back at them, to see Chloe try to pull her arm free only to be yanked back towards Kommissar. She didn't know what Chloe was doing, or what Kommissar might have done, but she made a split second decision.
She had heard what Chloe said, about one of them passing out soon. She closed her eyes and took a breath before opening them, and slowing her steps. He felt the resistance on her arm and pulled her forward again. She swayed slightly and he looked at her.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" He asked gruffly as she let her head fall forward slightly as if she were dizzy and he grabbed her face, stopping them, and pulling it up to look at him. She let her eyes flutter closed and he slapped her lightly a few times, trying to wake her up.
She felt her stomach twist nervously, before buckling her knees and she fell. Luckily, he caught her and lowered her to the ground, laying her on her back.
"Kommissar!" He called to the woman a few yards ahead. They turned and Chloe's eyes grew when she saw Beca on the ground.
"What did you do?!" She screamed yanking out of Kommissars grasp. The woman had loosened her grip when they turned and watched as she ran to Beca. Throwing her hands up in annoyance.
The other two men walked over as Kommissar took her time. Chloe dropped beside her and moved her hair out of her face.
"What did you do?" She demanded.
"Nothing, she just passed out." He said looking up at Kommissar.
"For fucks sake,"
"I told you, she needed food and rest, now what?" She asked.
With a roll of her eyes, Kommissar turned. "Make camp here." She said. "Chloe, come with me."
"Im not leaving her-"
"Yes you are!" Kommissar yelled. "Now do as you're told!"
One of the other men lifted her off the ground and shoved her toward the woman. She glared as her arm was once again in her vice grip and she was pulled away.
Travis watched them go, as the other two began unpacking the tents. He looked down at Beca and shook his head. Then bent down and picked her up, lifting her bridal style in his arms and walking the other direction to lay her down out of the way.
It was when they were a few yards away from the men, and even further from Kommissar, as she had walked away with Chloe that Beca opened her eyes.
She took a breath and lunged forward, sinking her teeth into his neck and he dropped her. She hit the ground, and only stayed there for a second, before using his pain as an advantage and delivered a hard kick to the side of his head. He fell hard and she moved over him, her eyes darting up to see the others not to far away, their view obstructed by the tents. She looked down at him, and glared, before grabbing his head in her hands and quickly snapping his neck to the side, before wiping the blood from her lips. Her glare locking on the rest of the people in the camp.
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Stacie couldn't believe what she had just seen. Beca, took down a guy twice her size. Snapping his neck like it was nothing but a rotting stick.
"It's time." Jesse said, his eyes locked on her. He pulled out his gun and Aubrey and Stacie did as well.
"Don't go for Beca, we have three more to take out. Get to them, before she does." Stacie said and they nodded as they followed her toward the others.
Kommissar had Chloe pinned against a tree. She had enough of her smart mouth, of her not listening. Chloe still showed no fear. She just glared at the woman as she trapped her against the rough bark of the old tree.
She pulled out her knife. Intending to use it to show Chloe what happens when she doesn't listen. She had barely lifted the blade, letting the sharp edge slice into her cheek just below the corner of her eye when something whizzed passed them and someone shouted behind her.
"Kommissar!" She looked behind her, giving Chloe time to grab the knife and swipe it across her cheek. The woman cried out as Chloe shoved passed her and ran.
"Beca!" She screamed before she was hit from the side. She grabbed the person who hit her to find a wild eyed Beca, panting and pulling her away.
"What did you do?" Chloe asked, seeing blood on her chin as she followed her and they ran as fast as they could into the trees, back towards the town.
They ran fast, their feet hitting the forest floor with hard thuds. Their breath coming out in sharp gasps, as their injuries made themselves known. They ran as fast as they could, as far as they could. They could hear gunshots behind them, and this only made them run faster.
They had made it at least half a mile before Chloe grabbed Beca and pulled them to a stop. "Beca..." she panted trying to breathe, "What...did you...do?"
Beca looked at her, her eyes full of pain as she clutched her side. "I killed him." She gasped. "Come on, we have to get back to the town. We have to hide."
Chloe nodded, following after her. She wanted to know more, she wanted to know how she did it, and if he was truly dead. What about the other two? She hadn't even seen them when she ran. She still had the knife in her hand, coated in Kommissars blood.
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They had barely seen the blonde raise her knife to Chloe's face before Stacie shot her arrow and it hit the tree beside the woman. She missed on purpose. She wanted to create a diversion. She was afraid if she shot the Kommissar from where she stood, it would hit Chloe too. Someone shouted and Chloe had attacked so quickly that no one realized she had escaped the woman's grasp until they were both gone. Aubrey shot one of the men, hitting him in the face and he fell face down into the leaves. Kommissar and the other man, the only one that hadn't been hit dove behind a tree and they exchanged fire.
Meanwhile, Beca and Chloe were running faster than they had ever run before. The opposite direction they had originally been heading.
"We are running low on ammo. We need to pull back." Jesse said. "They aren't here, they ran." He called over the shots.
Stacie nodded as she loaded her bow again. "Follow after them, both of you. I'll stay and finish them off." She said as a bullet hit the tree she was behind, spraying bark in her face.
"I'm not leaving you," Aubrey said and Stacie shook her head, "I'll catch up. Go, hurry before they get to far." She said.
Aubrey looked from Stacie across the way to where they were being shot from.
"You better find us." She warned, "I swear Stacie, if you get yourself killed I'll be super pissed." She said and Stacie smirked at her.
"Not in my plans, now go, hurry." She said and Jesse took her arm giving her a small tug. Aubrey felt her eyes well up with tears as they moved away from her, heading in the direction they hoped Beca and Chloe ran. Not knowing if they would ever see her again. If she would ever see her again.
Kommissar was breathing hard, her cheek bleeding and her eyes in a menacing glare. She looked to see Jesse and Aubrey slipping off the other way. She turned to the other man.
"You bring me that one." She nodded toward Stacie. "Alive." She growled as she moved away from the tree, following after Aubrey and Jesse.