A/N: hiiiiii been a while huh? ik it's been a month, I'm sorry. also i apologize for this chapter, there's so much dialogue.

Also, I really need to say something. To anyone saying #alllivesmatter, PISS OFF! The metaphor of #allhousesmatter really explains this. Like, would you take care of a house that's perfectly fine while another one is on fire, being destroyed? NO, YOU WOULD NOT! I see so many people saying this. I mean of course all lives matter, that's the whole point of the campaign. All lives SHOULD matter but THEY WON'T until black lives do.

#blacklivesmatter.

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24- The Flight, Part Two

"We're here," whispered Tam somewhere outside my dreamy haze.

I felt my shoulders being gently shaken and I blinked, straightening up from my slack sprawl. "Are we there yet?"

"I just said that," Tam said in a normal voice, rolling his eyes.

I yawn, stretching out in my seat like a cat. I look down at my seatbelt and sleepily unbuckle it, standing up.

Woah, it felt so weird. After sitting down for hours and hours on end, when you stand up again, the movement just feels so foreign. I wobble my way out of the seats and into the aisle, leaning against the chair to stabilize myself. "Where's Gerald?" I ask confusedly, rubbing my eyes with my fists.

"You mean that old dude that you nearly convinced you were crazy?" I glare at him. Crazy? I wasn't crazy. That guy was crazy for thinking of the crazy idea that I might be crazy. "He went to the bathroom, I guess," Tam said with a light shrug, seemingly unbothered.

I furrow my eyebrows but shrug casually. We stand there, waiting for the people to clear out. "So we're in Milan?" I said in awe, trying to get a good glimpse of the sight from the windows. I remember when I was younger my aunt visited Milan and she sent us all these pictures and I was hell bent on visiting Milan one day. Well, now I'd finally get to.

"Nope," Tam let out a long sigh. "We still have the ocean to cross, Sophie. We're in New York now."

"Oh." Welp.

Finally, after the aisle was slightly less crowded, Tam grabbed my hand and started to guide me through the mass of people getting their bags and trying to exit the airplane.

A flight attendant stepped in front of us, blocking our way. Her tag read 'Katie.' She smiled, her shiny pearly white teeth nearly blinding. "How was your flight experience with us? Do you mind filling out a survey?"

I groaned, watching as people started to file out of the plane. "We don't care about your goddamn surveys, we just need to get off the plane," I snap, rolling my eyes, lowering my bored gaze to my beaten up shoes that were scuffling around on the floor impatiently.

The lady flinched. She bit her lip, obviously disappointed at my reaction. "It'll only take a minute. It's just, I'm new, and I'd really appreciate if someone could-"

"Fine," Tam said, and grabbed the paper the lady held out for us. He quickly whipped a pen out of his jeans pocket and started to fill in the paper.

"Aren't we in a hurry?" I whisper questioningly to him.

Tam sighed. "Clearly she isn't going to budge unless we fill this stupid shit in." By the time he finished scrawling in the last question, the plane was practically empty save for a few lingering people.

"Th-" Tam cut himself off for some reason.

I sighed, raising my head to start after Tam to leave the plane only to find Katie, two burly dudes, and a tall woman with short brown hair surrounding us. "Uh, hi? You're welcome for filling out the survey," I say, a tiny squeak of surprise escaping my lips. No, it couldn't be-

"Holy shit, they found us," Tam muttered.

"What the heck?" I shout, gripping my hair. "I thought you said we were safe, Tam!"

He chuckled dryly. "So I thought, yeah. But these guys aren't amateurs, we both know that much," he begrudgingly admitted.

"Exactly. You two are the amateurs here," scoffed the brunette woman. "Couldn't even get rid of a simple f*cking tracker, eh? Makes the job all the easier on us, although Kate here was thinking we'd have to use her forty step method."

"Tracker?" I wanted to facepalm so badly right now and it looked like Tam felt the same.

"How?" he sputtered. "I went through a very thorough sifting-"

"Oh really? Didn't think to check yourself, though?" The brunette lady asked with a smirk. "Nicole implanted a tracker in your arm when she took you hostage."

"Laura, there you go spoiling all the fun explaining everything," Kate rolled her eyes. "Wouldn't it have been more fun to watch them squirm, wondering how the hell we tracked them down, making them question everything? But, no, you had to go and-"

"Both of y'all need to chill," one of the guys said. "We just need to get the job done. There's no use in playing with them, it just wastes time."

"Marcos, shut up," the one named Laura said.

"Nah, he has a point though, Lars. The boss ain't gonna be happy if he learns we wasted a single moment that could've been used trying to bring them back," Kate mumbled.

"Proxies," muttered Tam, gritting his teeth. "They sent the ditziest of the bunch to take care of us, figures."

Laura flicked her brown hair behind her shoulders and grabbed Tam by the arm. "Fine, let's do this then," she reluctantly answered Kate.

The one called Marcos yanked me by the wrist.

The other dude and Kate meanwhile, both took out some cloths and ropes from their pockets.

Kate slowly approached me and grabbed my wrists from Marcos, tying them up with ropes to be secure. She soon followed with my ankles. And to top it all off, while I was squirming in the tight ropes, she stuffed the cloth in my mouth. I tried to close my lips before she could cram it in but she pried them open, pushing the cloth in.

A sweetly nauseous scent curled into my nostrils and took over my body.

The last thing I saw was everything blurring together into blackness.

A/N: i'm so sorry for the shitty writing. I've kind of taken a break from it so I guess it's to be expected. the next chapter'll probably be better. 3 tysm for reading everyone!