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"You actually thought you could escape?"

I was standing in the lobby at 3 Count as heavy footsteps sounded their way toward me. I tried to step forward, but my limbs were locked like they'd turned to stone. I knew Killbane was behind me, that he would be furious, and that he would want revenge. Had I really escaped or had that all been a dream?

His hand went to my neck and squeezed hard, nearly snapping it. My pulse beat frantically under it nearly giving me a heart attack. He turned to me to face him. ""I own this city, bitch," he snarled, "so it wasn't that hard to find you. All you've done is wasted my time."

"Good!" I screamed and headbutted him. My legs miraculously started worked again, so I bolted for the exit and flung the doors open.

My father was standing there, "About time you got back."

I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. We were in our flat we had back in England, it'd even looked like Mom had just cleaned it. Me and Matt's backpacks were laid up against the white couch next to Dad.

"No…" I tried to back away, but backed into a wall of muscle.

"Thanks for bringing her back, Killbane, " the bastard smirked and stepped toward me. His backhand came fast, making blood spray out of my mouth as I moved with the punch. He grabbed my arm and started to yank me toward the stairs.

"Oh no, no!" I knew what was going to happen next. My legs suddenly went weak again as he yanked me up the stairs one at a time.

"You thought you could just run away from your problems, didn't you? That you would never have to deal with us again?" He demanded.

I grunted and tried to struggle away. When we reached the top, he grabbed my shoulders in a vice grip. "Well you're dead wrong."

I pushed away and felt myself falling back. I heard myself screaming like a cold, winter wind before a snap cracked through the air. There wasn't any pain from my neck breaking, but there was the horror of everything in my body stopping at once, like my body was a light that had been flicked off.

"Hey!" someone yelled.

I snapped my eyes open to see the Russian man crouched over me. "What?"

"You were screaming so loudly I thought you were being murdered, but it was a nightmare, yes?"

"Yeah actually," I said and staggered to my feet, "thank you for coming back."

"Well if intruders were getting past you, it would be in my best interest to eliminate them before they got to me."

That stung, "Oh."

"And to see if you were dying."

"Oh, okay."

"Are you alright? The wound in your stomach looks bad."

"It's fine."

He squinted, "You are a doctor, yes? So you know that it isn't fine."

"I'll be fine," I braced myself against the wall before I fell. My head was still fuzzy, but maybe if I found anyone I could get it patched up.

"If you are going to be stubborn, I won't fight it," he sighed and turned, "but be careful. I could have use for a wise girl."

That made me grin, "Thanks."

He nodded in acknowledgment and turned, "Goodbye and thank you."

"Thank you," I replied before bolting down the tunnel. My abs ached in complaint, but it got better with each step. I took some left and rights through this maze. Up ahead was a dead end for most, the tunnel opened into a chasm with only two metal poles as a way to cross. I leaped to the first, swung to the second, and landed in the other tunnel.

Blood kept leaving my body in rivulets, making exhaustion weigh down on me more than my bag did. But I kept moving myself forward despite that.

I kept putting one foot in front of the other for an hour, at least. The tunnel would come to an end soon but an exit was up ahead. I clamored up the ladder and pushed against the manhole cover. After a few strained tries, it opened. I climbed into the deserted alley and got onto the sidewalk.

There were a line of soldiers barricading the bridge to Carver Island. Citizens were trying to storm it, desperate to get back their homes, but anyone who tried to run at the soldiers were brought down by a barrage of gunfire. I noticed that the guard closest to me would look to the left every few seconds.

I sprinted to the next building and ducked behind the corner. The soldier was just ten feet away now. The crowd kept kept louder and more anxious, now yelling at the troops to let them pass.

One man fired into the crowd and hit a woman, making the crowd rail against them. I sprinted behind the soldier and across the bridge. A man yelled behind me and a shot whizzed through my hair. I turned the street corner and kept sprinting.

STAG soldiers were having a shootout with a few Luchadores at the pawn shop up ahead and losing rapidly. When the last soldier was dropped by gunfire and I was in the crosshairs again. "Shit…"

One grabbed me by the hair and slammed me into a car. "Looks like we didn't to go far to find this one," he laughed, "so it shouldn't be hard to take her back to the boss."

I snarled and slipped my hand into his pocket, grabbing for his gun. He grabbed my hand and slammed it through the car window, "Trying to be a clever little wench?"

"No, just a bitch," I slammed my knee into his dick. He recoiled and I was able to grab his gun, firing into him twice before turning on the rest. I aimed for their heads, dropping all but one before they could get a shot out. The last man added to the wound in my intestine. Him I shot in the dick and made a trail to his head.

My vision started to double, making my stomach churn. I pushed off of the car and limped down the alley. At the exit, I could see a building across the street. The letters on the sign were unreadable, all that it said was that it was a casino. I limped to it and stopped at the streetlight in front of it. There was a man having a smoke at the entrance, oddly calm about the chaos surrounding us and wearing a purple hoodie. I looked up at his face and my heart stopped.

"Angel... "

Suprise! Our lovers have been reunited but only time will tell if they can get back together. The next chapter was probably my favorite one to write in a while, so be on the lookout for it X3. Anyway, please leave a review to keep this story going and I hope you enjoyed!