All right, third chapter. I got so bored in class today; I decided to just keep writing without waiting for the reviews to come in. Also, when I start going through and editing a story a lot, often times I end up hating it and then I quite the whole thing, so this is basically hot off the press (your welcome).
Disclaimer: I totally own this! Wait, wait, wait, don't kill me Yassen, I didn't mean it! I love you...hehe...
Chapter 3- Friend or Foe?
I watch as Alex slowly wakes up after the drug wears off. He's lying on a bed with white sheet and white covers. Slowly, he lifts his head and looks around. Finally, his eyes land on me.
"Where am I?" he asks.
"You're in my safe house," I reply. He groans, swinging his feet over the side of the bed.
"Are you hungry?" I ask. Most likely he is; he's been out for half a day.
"No, I'm fine," he lies. I shrug. If he wants to starve, I don't care. He'll ask for food when he gets hungry enough. I can tell he still doesn't trust me; he probably thinks I'll poison him or something.
I get up and go to the kitchen, getting him a glass of water. When I return, he's getting out of the bed. I offer him the drink, but again he declines.
"Alex, this is the safest place you'll ever be. Think about it: as far as Scorpia knows, I'm dead. That means they won't suspect you're with me, because they don't know I'm alive." I say.
"Why would you try and help me?" he asks angrily.
"John might have been working with MI6, but he was still like a father to me. He trained me, went on missions with me, and he saved my life. I owe him, and I figure taking care of his son would repay the debt." I explain.
"You can say whatever you like, but nothing is going to convince me to trust you." he growls.
I start to say something, but suddenly I hear something outside. It's the closing of a car door. I stride over to the window and move the curtain away. There's a black SUV parked outside the safe house. Two men wearing black come up the driveway. How did they find us?
"We have to leave. Now. Scorpia found us, somehow." I hear tires squeal outside. Great, another car. I glance back outside; four more men get out and run around to the back. They aren't taking any chances this time.
"Follow me," I command, running toward the laundry room. I know they'll be watching door and windows, so I head toward the garage. Hopefully we'll make it in time. I glance back to see Alex following me. I think he trusts me more than he's letting on.
I open the door and run out into the garage. I was planning to escape on foot, but maybe it would be better if I took the car. I walk over to the door and unlock it.
"Get in," I command. Alex is standing at the door of the laundry room, motionless.
"Alex, get in the car. Now. Please," I say, adding the please in hopes of appearing less hostile. He still doesn't move.
"Alex if we don't get going they're gonna find us and—" the side door crashes open, and a man steps in with a semi-automatic gun. It's pointed at Alex's chest. I leap forward before I know what I'm doing. I grab Alex and dive out of the way. I feel a bullet graze my arm.
I let go of Alex, and he runs to the car, jumping in and getting down. I hit the garage door opener and lunge into the car as well. I feel another bullet hit my leg, but I don't react. I slam the car door, jam the keys into the ignition, start the car, and squeal out of the garage before the door is fully open.
I drive away, and though they try to follow us, we lose them eventually. It's a good thing I have another safe house, although it's a lot less comfortable than this one was. We drive in silence for a while. Unfortunately, this second safe house is about an hour away from here, so we'll be driving for a while.
"Why?" Alex asks, glancing at me. I look back at him, meeting his eyes for a second.
"Why what?" I ask, even though I'm pretty sure I already know what he's asking.
"Why did you do that? Back in the garage…you could have died. Why did you save me?" he asks.
"I already told you, I'm not working for Scorpia. I suppose you could say I'm on your side now." I tell him.
He's silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond to that.
"Thank you," he says finally. I realize no one's ever thanked me for doing anything for them, except John.
"You're welcome. Do you believe me now?" what I really want to know is if he trusts me now, but I don't want to shove it in his face, as if I'm saying 'I told you so'.
"I told you before you couldn't do anything to make me trust you. I guess I was wrong. I believe you, and I trust you. I guess I really don't have a choice, now." he pauses, and then says, "They know you're alive."
"Maybe. If they recognized me, then they do. Most of the members who would recognize me are either dead or in jail." I reply. It is possible they know I'm alive now, however, and I don't like that.
"We have another problem," Alex says after a moment of thought.
"What's that?" Great, this is the last thing we need. What now?
"Well, since you basically kidnapped me from MI6, now they'll be hunting for you as well. They'll probably think that Scorpia has me," he says.
"You're right. They will be searching for us. At some point, they'll find us. That might be for the better, though, because then they will know you're safe."
"How do you know they'll trust you? I didn't trust you at first,"
"The sooner they find us, the sooner they can focus all their efforts on finding the members of Scorpia who are hunting you. Can you contact them somehow, tell them you're all right?" I ask. All I really want to do is get all these Scorpia agents gone so Alex and I will be safe.
"I have a number. Mrs. Jones gave it to me." Alex says.
"Good. Then we can contact them as soon as we get to my other safe house."
"I'll contact them, but under one condition," he adds.
"What's that?" I ask, sighing. Sometimes he can be so frustrating.
"I want breakfast first. I'm famished!" he exclaims, a smile spreading across his face as he glances at me. I look at him and smile back.
"I think I can arrange that,"
Thanks for reading my third chapter! Remember to R&R!