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Horns honked as Nikita barely missed them as she drove by. Luck was on her side as she skid the side of an oncoming car, barely avoiding a head on collision. If anyone else was driving in that situation they wouldn't have had a chance. Nikita hadn't just trained in driving. She stole cars when she was a druggy. She knew how to drive going over a hundred miles per hour.
"Hello?" her earpiece spoke.
"I need you to tell me where Amanda is!" Nikita demanded.
"How am I supposed to know?" he spoke back not liking her tone.
"Andrew! You're supposed to know black market information! $# *&! Just tell me where she is!" Nikita's patience was wearing thin, "I swear I will come after you!"
Knowing his chances of surviving were only if he was Nikita's side, he caved. "I'll send you the coordinates," he sighed at being basically being her servant.
"Good choice," she hung up the phone.
She looked at her phone as she receiver the location. She knew exactly where it was. Smoke left the tires as she pressed the gas petals to the floor. She was done letting Amanda run her life. Their battle was going to end, and only one of them was going to make it out alive.
After about ten minutes of reckless driving she arrived at an old factory. Nikita felt the handle of her gun. The touch felt so familiar. If she made it out she would never feel its cold presents again. She put her hand on her stomach, knowing there was a reason she was fighting for now. Her family depended on her.
She cocked her gun, and left the car. She snuck around the corner as she followed the sound of talking. When she turned the corner she saw no one. The voices were gone and there was no sign of anybody.
With her gun aimed and prepared to shoot she moved to the front door. It was boarded up but there was a slight hole that she could barely fit through. "You ready?" she whispered glancing down at her stomach, "That makes one of us." She figured her voice would comfort the child, but it was the child comforting her.
She took a step forward when all of a sudden the lights flashed on and the door behind her locked. There was no place to hide as the next set of doors was locked. It was a trap. Anxiety was taking over as she began to hear an echo of a laugh surrounding her. She pointed the gun at every corner, but she would just hear it coming from behind her every time.
Suddenly a TV monitor flickered on from above the door. "Hello Nikita," Amanda's face appeared on the screen, "How are you and the baby doing?" she smirked.
"We'll were alive, unlike what you wanted," she glared at the camera in the corner.
"O Nikita. After all these years you still let emotion cloud your judgment. Do you really think I wanted to kill the baby?" she was pleased that Nikita was confused.
"What are you talking about? You tried to force me to have an abortion!" she was becoming furious.
"Maybe if I did want that to happen you wouldn't be so oblivious."
"I'm going to put a bullet through your head!" she threatened.
"I look forward to seeing you, if you make it. By the way your test results came in. You'll never believe who the father is," she held up a yellow envelope.
Nikita's heart sank as the answer to the only question she desperately needed was in the hands of her enemy. She needed to know. Is the father of her child Michael or Owen? The answer would change her life forever.
"You'll have to find out, that is if you're not as pathetic as you look," she grinned.
Nikita raised her gun and shot the camera and the TV. She was done listening to that snake. She knew what she needed to do.
Out of nowhere a fire engulfed the walls of the room. The heat was intense as she could feel her shoes start to melt as the floor burned. Smoke was filling the room. She covered her mouth with her sleeve trying her best to not breathe it in. She began to ram the door with her shoulder. Each time she would just dent the metal. It wasn't budging at all. She began to cough as her lungs were filling up with smoke.
Sweat dripped down Nikita's forehead as she knew she was running out of time. She looked around for anything. She wished for a miracle. That was when she noticed a gas line traveling above the door. It was risky but it was her only chance of survival.
She placed herself behind a small wall barely able to cover her and aimed her gun at the pipe. The flames were getting closer and air was depleting as she shot the bullet. The floor shook and concrete flew everywhere. She barely was able to hide from the blast. Once she heard the explosion she ran to the opening. She dived through the flames into another room. She coughed as her lungs breathed in the fresh air.
She wiped her forehead getting the ash off of it. She knew at that point Amanda wasn't holding back. She just placed Nikita in a room smothered in fire. She wasn't playing around.
Nikita looked around the room as she heard sprinklers putting out the fire in the other room. She was afraid at what might happen next.
"Well there's no surprise that you can handle physical pain, but how about emotional?" a speaker said.
Lights blared on. Nikita's worst nightmare came true. She dropped the gun at the sight of it. Michael was tied up in a room and Owen was tied up in another one. She ran to them and tried to break the gun with a metal pole on the floor. Each swing did nothing except dig the sharp rust into her skin. "Owen! Are you okay?" tears danced down her cheek.
"Nikita what's going on?" he looked around. The last thing he remembered was being in division medical. That's when he recalled Amanda's mole drugging him.
"Nikita are you okay?" Michael tried to break his chain cuffs.
"I'm fine. Amanda's behind this," she answered both their questions.
"These chambers are connected to a hose. In five minutes they will completely fill. But you just watching them die wont teach you a lesson. No. instead you are going to choose who dies. There are two buttons in front of you one frees Michael, the other Owen. It's time to make your choice. No more being in the middle! Which one do you love the most and is he the father? It's all down to you."
The speakers went silent, but the voice in Nikita's head didn't. She had to choose which one. Which one did she love the most?...
Again a huge thanks to fenix-women for the amazing review. I hope you all liked this chapter. It's getting down to the final chapters so it's getting more dramatic. Who do you think should end up with Nikita? I love hearing from you guys. Please review. Much love to you all. :)