Chapter 11: What Do You Want From Me

Trust me when I say I know that a once every 4 months upload schedule is just plain sad XD motivation is a wack thing man idk

Bad Omens

Nick's POV

I feel the van slow down and take a right turn, then it continues slowing down until it stops and shuts off. The drivers of the van then get out and walk to the back. The doors swing open and they quickly usher us out.

We have arrived at a newer looking building that I don't recognize. It's pretty big and looks to have about 4 stories, definitely something I would remember seeing before if I had. I look around us more and find that we are in the jungle again, I just can't figure out exactly where.

Before I have time to figure anything out they push us through the front door of the building.

Inside the building, the walls are clean and white and almost makes it look like this is a hospital. There are doors with big windows next to them scattered along the hallway, some of which are lit up by lights. We get to the end of the long hall and we take a right and keep going. At the end of this hall there are two big doors leading into another hallway.

They push us through these doors and we enter into another hallway very similar to the last. Further down there are rooms that look much like prison cells but with glass instead of bars or a wall. Once we get to one of these rooms, they stop us and open the doors. They lead us in and take off the handcuffs we have been wearing then quickly leave us in the room and lock it.

I look around the room we have been put in but there's not much to see. Besides the hall outside the glass and the toilet and beds in this cell, there's nothing.

Jacob walks over to one of the beds and sits down on it.

"What do you think they're going to do to us?" he asks quietly, " I think I have a pretty good idea."

I say sitting on the bed opposite of him,"I don't think they are going to kill us, at least not yet. We still have some time, I just hope Judy can find us before something does actually happen."

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Judy's POV

"Thank you, we really appreciate it." I say getting out of the car and shutting the door.

Jackson gets out of the other side and walks around the car to me. The car pulls away and as soon as it's out of site, I glare at Jackson.

"You really had to wave down a car? That could have been anyone!"

"I was sick of walking and getting a ride was much faster. We needed to get here quick so the only way to do that was to have a car take us." He replies quickly holding his hands up in defense.

I look from him to the building I told the driver to drop us off at, an old brick apartment building that had definitely seen better days.

"This should be the place, I only visited him a few times while on duty with Nick." I say walking up the steps to the door.

"May I ask who he is?" Jackson says quietly behind me as I knock on the door.

"He's a friend of Nick's, they've known each other for a long time so I'm hoping he's home." I reply as the door opens in front of me.

At first I don't see anyone then I look down to see he's standing there holding the door open.

"Well isn't it my good friend little toot-toot!" I say smiling at him.

He looks up at me then takes the smoking cigarette out of his mouth.

"I swear to god if you call me that one more time, I will not hesitate to actaully bite your face off." He says with a stern look then he notices Jackson behind me, "Hey who the hell is this, where's Nick?"

I look back at Jackson and answer quickly for him," That's actually why we are here, we need your help again."

He takes a deep breath, throws his burned cigarette onto the sidewalk then waves us in.

I quickly step into his apartment and notice that despite the way he seems to live, Finnick actually has a pretty nice place. All of the furniture looks really clean, almost like he had just bought it.

I walk over to one of the couches in his living room and sit down on the soft cushions.

"Look, I helped you yesterday, what more can you want?" Finnick says sitting down on the couch across from Jackson and I, " I almost got arrested for pulling that little stunt."

"Yea umm, Well since I kinda broke him out of prison yesterday we now have the police and a gang after us." I pause and Look quickly at jackson. "And they caught Nick this morning when we were sleeping. Jackson and I barely got away from them." I say, remembering the sad events that took place earlier.

Finnick looks at me, "And this is supposed to make me care.. how?"

I look back at Finnick, astonished at what he just said.

"I thought you were his friend?! You've known him for years!" I say to him but with very little success.

"Look, I honestly wish I could help you but I don't feel like getting arrested or worse killed for that idiot. He got himself into this mess and now he needs to get himself out." he replies, standing up and walking off towards the kitchen.

"Can you please help us." I say, still trying my best to convince him, "He would do the same for you and you know it. You can't just leave him to die!"

At this he stops in his tracks, still staring towards the kitchen doorway.

"The two of us can't save Nick alone, we need you." I plead with him.

He continues to look at the doorway in silence for a second, thinking about what decision to make.

He finally turns around and looks back toward us.

"Ughh fine, but only and I mean ONLY because I know he would do it for me."

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Nicks POV

A few hours go by in this quiet cell and someone begins to come down the hall towards us. As the footsteps get closer, I realize that there is more than just one person coming.

The footsteps finally stop outside our door, there's a beep from a keycard then the door slides open.

The guard that opened the door moves out of the way and Tyler walks in.

"Small change in plans, the city council had a meeting today on whether to implement my collars or not. They came to the conclusion that they were not needed yet. So to fix this problem," Tyler says looking from Jacob to me, " we are just going to have to change their minds.

I look from Tyler to Jacob worried about what this means for us.

"Tonight, you two are going to blow some shit up."