Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the show. Reviews are appreciated! I think I finally figured out the storyline, so hopefully I'll be able to update more frequently. I know a lot of you wanted a Sean and Amanda interrogation so I'll try to include one in the next chapter.
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Nikita POV:
I limp to an abandoned warehouse, that seems to be left in a hurry. I manage to find a box of matches, a piece of glass and a knife on the ground. I pull my leggings off and heat the glass with a match, to try and get rid of anything that could cause an infection. I insert the piece of glass into the wound and try to extract the bullet.
When I do so, blood pools out. I groan as I pull the bullet out of my leg. I bite back the sting of curse words that threaten to spill out. I find a half empty alcohol bottle, and pour alcohol over the wound, cleaning it out to prevent infection. I get the knife and heat it with another match. I cry out in pain as I press the blade to the wound cauterizing it shut. I slide to the ground against a wall, and fall asleep.
I wake up later. I look outside and the sun was high in the sky. Damn it. I slept almost 16 hours. I stand, careful not to put that much weight on my injured leg. I find a broken rod to use as a makeshift crutch. I look around the place and find some packaged food. I eat a granola bar and drink an entire bottle of water. I limp a little farther and see a white powder on the ground. It must've been a drug cartel.
"Turn around, slowly," a voice says. I hear the familiar click of the gun. I freeze, and turn around. "Too bad you've seen our product, I have to kill you now," he tells me.
"You can try," I reply, and grab the gun he was holding and twist it out of his grasp. He punches me and block it easily. I kick him with my injured leg, and immediately regret it. Waves of pain go through my body, starting at my leg. I fall to the ground and groan in pain. He comes at me again, so I shoot him twice in the chest. I pant and catch my breath.
I search his body and find bags of drugs and syringes filled with liquid on him. I stare at the contents for a while, wanting to consume them. I know I shouldn't but I have nothing left. Everyone I cared about is dead. The pain is consuming me, and I want nothing more to get rid of it. I plunge the syringe into my arm and let the drugs flow through my system.
Alex POV:
We arrive at the house and I run in and hug Sean. I kiss him deeply. "What happened?" I ask, running my hand gently over the bruises on his face.
"Nikita did that. After I got off the phone with you, things escalated. I had to shoot her. When I went to sedate her, she managed to turn the syringe and knock me out. I woke up and she was gone," he explains.
"You shot her?" Michael exclaims.
"I didn't have a choice. Besides it seems to be a recurring theme with use. Nikita shooting Michael, Alex shooting Nikita, Nikita shooting Alex, I could go on," he explains with a little smile.
"We need to find her," Michael says.
"She was trained to be a ghost. Finding her when she doesn't want to be found is close to impossible," Birkhoff tells us. Silence fills the room. We all know that he's right. Nikita's injured and alone. She has no money or food. I just hope that when we find her, she's still alive. I go to the room with the punching bag. I change into a tank top and punch the bag. Over and over again, until my knuckles split.
"Are you okay?" Michael asks, his voice pulling me out of my trance.
"I'm...okay," I reply.
"Alex, I know you better than that. If there is one thing that Nikita didn't teach you very well, it's lying. What's going on?," he questions.
"I'm scared Michael, and angry at Amanda for doing this. I'm frustrated that I can't help Nikita. I'm horrified at what could happen to her. I-" my sobs cut me off, and I let my tears fall freely.
"Hey, it'll be okay. If anyone can survive out there, it's Nikita. We just have to trust that she can fend for herself for long enough for us to find her. We have to have faith," Michael comforts me. He hugs me. I wipe my tears and nod. Michael turns and leaves. I sit on the bench that was there. I hope Nikita is okay. She's my best friend and mentor. I close my eyes and pray for her.