Soo, guys! Chapter 5, huh? Waddya say? Actually, this is the last chapter of this series, cause I really don't like it.
I'm sorry, but that's the truth. Nah! I'm just kidding ya'll! Of course I'll continue, that is if you want me to? Which I hope you do, cause if you don't then I'll be kind of sad.
So, I was hoping that some of you could actually tell me what you think about it. Cause this chapter is kind of.. Well.. I don't know, I like it and I hate it.
Oh sorry! I don't know if I told you, Niki's a bad, bad girl in this fanfiction! Michael still loves her, somewhat, but she's a bitch and she's evil. And she's coming back. Though, this might be a short chapter, well. Haha, all of them are! I write about two word document pages and that sure is enough for me! But you see guys, I could never do what I want! Authoring is not my thing I just noticed. Is authoring even a word? Well, I want to be a author, but I can't. Cause I couldn't finish writing a book even if my life depended on it.
Chapter 5 - In the morning, when you wake up.
"Good morning, sleepy head." Alex moaned, her hand stopping the sun from reaching her eyes, there was a sound of metal scraping against something but she hardly noticed it. She tasted the blood in her mouth and she swallowed it hard with disgust. Slowly she opened her eyes and what she saw didn't exactly surprise her, in some weird way, she already knew. Nikita smiled at her and Alex flinched involuntarily at that smile. The wood in the chair dug into her back and she bit together.
"Nikita." Alex tried to loosen her cuffs but they wouldn't budge. "Why are you doing this?" She checked her environment and they seemed to be in an abandoned building. Judging by the size of the windows, she would say an old hotel or something like that. Nikita suddenly sat down beside her.
"I couldn't just let you recruit dear Mr. Simon Rome, now could I? I needed him." Alex shook her body, trying once more to get out.
"Then why did you let him meet up with me?" She laughed and stroke hair away from Alex's face.
"Cause I wanted you too, sweetie. I've hear a lot about you. I know all about you. I actually know of the real you, Alexandra." Alex turned her head away in fear.
"My name is Alex Winslow and you already know that I work for division." Nikita simply shook her head.
"Oh, my sweet Alexandra. I know so much more about you than you know. And I know for a fact that you just lied to me, isn't that right?" Nikita stood up. Alex was just about to comment when she heard a voice in her head.
"Alex, let he speak. I'm trying to get a lock on your signal but it's hard. Just keep calm, I'm with you." Alex breathed out, she felt so much safer now that she knew Birkhoff was doing his best to find her, that is until a gun was shoved in her face.
"Oh, I feel so much safer now. Talk? I don't really feel like talking when I have a freaking gun pointed to my head!" She could hear the sudden fear in her own voice.
"Shit! Alex, are you alright? Alex, can you answer me?" There was a sudden silence in her head and then Birkhoff drew in a deep breath. "Fuck, how are you supposed to answer me? God, I'm trying my best! I'll get you out of there, I swear Alex. I swear on my life that I will save you." She could hear the panic in his voice and in some weird way it filled her with joy. He actually cared about her enough to fear for her. He worried about her safety. He mind suddenly began to drift away but Nikita dragger her back into reality with the back of her gun. Alex shouted as the pain hit her and she could feel warm liquid fall down her cheek and onto her clothes. Anger slowly filled her up.
"So this is how you treat your guests?" Alex smiled, tasting the blood on her lip. "Hitting them with your gun? Do you feel like a man now?"
"A little blood and pain always helps the conversation," She said with that lovely voice of hers, "Don't you agree, Alexandra?" Alec could hear Birkhoff working in the background.
"So apparently I can't get that microphone out of you without killing you, the same goes for the transmitter you have there in your neck. I now you can hear me, whoever it is that's sitting in the Operations Room right now, it's probably Birkhoff, right?" Nikita looked over at Alex, taking her chin in her hand. "No, this is Michael's type of girl so it should be Michael right? Michael should be the one trying to help you out from here."Nikita harshly let go of Alex's chin. "No? Then it's Birkhoff." Alex could hear Birkhoff muttering something from the OP's room. "You changed your taste, I thought you didn't like them quiet." Nikita smiled at Alex, making her shiver. "When did you guys start putting the chip in the neck? I know you developed it while I was working with you, but when did you actually finish the kill chip?" Alex stared at Nikita with huge eyes.
"W-What?" Nikita only laughed at her.
"Oh, they didn't tell you? Yeah, you have a kill chip in the back of your neck, meaning that if you do something wrong, they'll activate it and kill you." Alex shook her head, tears started to fill her eyes faster than she could blink them away. Nikita watched as her tears fell to the floor.
"They wouldn't do that, he wouldn't do that. Not to me." Nikita walked around Alex and grabbed her by her hair.
"You shut up and let me speak." She released Alex with a push. "So, I need you to give this message to Michael for me: I killed Kasim and now you'll have to repay me." Axel bit back, not wanting to show any more weakness to this enemy of hers. She snorted loudly.
"So you kidnapped me because you wanted to talk to Michael? God, you are pathetic, aren't you?" Before Alex had even realized it, Nikita's fist connected with her face. Once again, blood was sprayed across her face and she spitted it out of her mouth. She felt as though a train had run over her face a couple of times. "You don't need me anymore so just let me go. Please"
"I need you because of who you are, Alexandra." Alex just sighed. Nikita hurried over to the bench and wrote something on a paper, she walked over to Alex and shoved the paper into her face.
"Read it." Alex stared at the paper for a while, letting her blurry eyes focus on the text for a while before realizing something horrible. She knew.
Two words. No. A full name.
Alexandra Udinov.
Alex gasped, feeling as though all of the air just left her lungs.
"How did you?" She gasped.
"I know because I was the one who saved you all those years ago. I dragged you out of the house and now I need you to repay the favor. I need your help." Nikita touched her and Alex recoiled from the touch and stared up into Nikita's eyes."I'll get some bandage so I can patch you up." Nikita hurried away towards a medical box.
"I won't help you." Nikita dropped the box onto the floor, the metallic sound echoed through the room and soon died out.
"What?" Alex cleared her throat.
"You heard me just fine, I won't help you. You're my enemy and frankly, I don't like your ass. You've kidnapped me, you've hit me with your gun and you've fisted my face. No, sorry scratch that. Did I say I dislike? I meant I hate your skinny ass, bitch." Nikita suddenly seemed inhumanly fast as she crossed the room. Maybe it was the being hit in the head one too many time, she had no idea but she didn't like what she knew was coming for her. Nikita's fists started hitting her face and she could hear her own pulse running through her veins. She could hear Birkhoff hammering away on the computer, breathing heavily, too busy trying to save her. She could hear him whisper her name, like a prayer. And it sounded beautiful. She noticed how her mind began to show her images, pretty ones. Gorgeous sceneries with different people. Then she remember what was happened and she snapped back into reality. She noticed quite quickly that Nikita had stopped using her face as a punching bag, which was kind of nice. Even though she felt dead.
"Hey, this building looks pretty big, abandoned too. Pretty old I would s-" She was interrupted by Nikita's hand covering her mouth.
"You finish that sentence and I will kill you." Alex groaned painfully as Nikita's hand pressed against her fresh wounds. The pain was starting to take the better hand of her.
"Thanks Alex, that will help. I'm so sorry. I really am." Birkhoff whispered sadly.
Actually the last thing Alex says here:
"So this is how you treat your guests?" Alex smiled, tasting the blood on her lip. "Hitting them with your gun? Do you feel like a man now?"
the 'do you feel like a man now' part came from when I listened to face down by jumpsuit apparatus. Such a great and horrible song! So tell me guys, does she feel like a man when she hits you with a gun?