Chapter before the finale. Thanks to Ayushi95 for practically being a co-author. She gave me so much help. And thank you to everyone. Each chapter pretty much had each of your guy's ideas. I love you all so much. I probably say that way too much but each time it's %100 percent true.
"We need to get you out of here," Nikita tried to help Alex stand up.
Alex just kept looking at her father. The way his eyes were looking at her, it just put more guilt in her. She placed her hand on her father's face and then gently closing his eyes. "I love you Papa. I'm so sorry…" she whispered placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Not without Elizabeth," Alex stumbled to stand on her feet.
"We'll find her," Nikita caught Alex as she was about to fall to the floor.
"I'm not leaving without her," Alex looked up at Nikita. Her breaths were short and small.
Alex's eyes squinted and her body tensed up as she spoke. Nikita could see her trying so hard to hide the pain of her injuries. No doubt in her mind Alex had broken ribs. The question was, were they causing internal bleeding.
"You need medical attention," she put Alex's arm around her neck, placing most of her weight on her.
"Nikita I'm can-.." Alex grabbed her side in agony.
Alex bit down on her lip, swallowing the tears in the back of her throat. She fell to her knees unable to walk another step. The pain was too much. She could barely feel anything but the parts of her body that she did feel were just screaming in torture.
Nikita quickly rushed to her. She brushed the hair out of Alex's face. Her eyes filled with fear for the young girl's life. "There's no way you're walking out of here," Nikita looked Alex in the eye trying to keep her calm.
Nikita gently turned around and kneeled in front of Alex. Grabbing her daughter's wrists and placing them on her shoulder. She grabbed Alex's legs and stood up. Alex tightened her grip on Nikita's shirt as the pain came back ten times worse while she was being lifted onto Nikita's back. Nikita knew they didn't have time to wait for Division back up so she put Alex on her back and hoped she wouldn't have to use her gun.
"Let's get you home," Nikita slowly opened the door looking for any guards. The ghost was clear so she made a dash for it. Suddenly a bullet hit the wall in front of her. They hadn't even made more than fifteen steps before they were found. She ran as fast as she could.
Nikita placed Alex down as she turned the corner. Alex tried so hard not to scream in agony. Nikita quickly lifted up the side of Alex's shirt a little, trying to see what she was clenching at. There was a huge dark purple bruise was covering her whole right rib. Nikita swallowed at the sight of it. There was no way of telling how much damage was going on inside her.
She lowered Alex's shirt trying not to touch it and hurt her. Nikita placed a hand on Alex's cheek, "You're going to be alright."
She tried hard to give Alex hope, but she needed some herself. Alex nodded to her continuing to grip her shirt where the bruise was. "I'll be right back. I promise." Nikita checked her gun's ammo.
Alex nodded again, her eyes began to water. With all the time she has been with Nikita, she knew how to tell Nikita was lying. She knew her condition wasn't what Nikita was making it out to be.
Nikita stood up slowly peaking over the corner as bullets grazed the wall inches away from her face. She could see over ten grunts, all heavily armed. With only nine bullets, she knew the odds weren't in her favor, but she had been through worse and had no choice.
She looked up and took a deep breath. She had to make each bullet count. Nikita dove out from the corner. Sliding across the ground she fired her first bullet. The bullet sped through the air and into a man's skull. One down.
Nikita slid to the other side off the hallway and behind some boxes. Wood chips filled the air as the men didn't let up even with their fallen comrade. She listened for one of them to reload. When she heard the mag fall to the ground she made her move. She fired three more bullets as she ran at them. All three fell to the ground.
A bullet sliced her skin when it whistled through the air. Her arm streamed blood down to her fingertips. She could feel the pain, but she kept moving. She fired the gun five more times, hitting each man in the head or in the heart, not missing by an inch.
There was only one left. He tried to put fresh ammo in his gun as he saw Nikita running at him. She threw the gun down and launched herself at him. Wrapping her legs around his neck and throwing him to the ground as she back flipped.
He hit the wall face first, causing no doubt a concussion. She grabbed his gun from the floor, as he attempted to get up, and kicked him face first against the wall again. "Where have you taken the little girl that was here?" she pointed his gun at him.
"I'd rather die by Amanda than tell you're sorry as-.."
She placed the barrel of the gun in his mouth before he finished. "I don't think that's a possibility anymore since she's drowning in her own blood right now," Nikita had a little smirk when she said it, "Now here's your last chance. Where is she?!"
She shot him in the leg before pointing the gun on his head. He fell to his knees grabbing his leg. He glared at Nikita as his leg yelled out in distress. She tilted her head daring him to try anything.
Suddenly his face went from anger to amused. "What are you smiling back?" Nikita was confused, "You want me to shoot your other leg?"
He chuckled. "You can torture me all you want, but you'll never get her back."
Nikita shot his other leg. He held in his scream as he bit his lip. "What did you do to her?!" Nikita placed the barrel on his forehead.
"She's long gone. Amanda sold her to a brothel," He grinned, "Amanda said something about how the girl should follow in her mother's footsteps. Feel sorry for the girl for having such a pathetic mother."
Without even hesitating, Nikita pulled the trigger, glaring at him with so much hatred. The man's brains covered the wall. She couldn't stand the thought of what Amanda had done. Even with her dead, she still ruined their lives.
Alex froze at what she heard. She didn't know what to think. An image of Vlad came rushing into her head and Elizabeth being abused by him. She can't be gone. She can't be at one of those Sh# holes!
Nikita hurried back to Alex. As she turned she saw Alex's face, at that point she knew she heard. "She can't be a slave," Alex said looking forward in a daze.
"We need to get you out of here," Nikita kneeled down placing Alex on her back again.
Her arm stung as she placed Alex's wait on it. She didn't pause. If she didn't keep moving, more guards would find them. Alex didn't say anything; she didn't even squint in pain as Nikita moved her. She just kept her eyes forward, unable to explain what she was thinking.
"She can't be gone," Alex whispered trying to tell herself, "She's supposed to be the one thing peaceful in my life."
Nikita ran as fast as she could with Alex on her back. She kept looking for an exit, but each hallway lead to two more. Not a sign or sound of freedom in any direction. They searched and searched trying as hard as possible to keep their distance from any more guards.
Nikita's nose twitched when the smell hit her. It was the smell of gasoline. She smiled, knowing what that meant. "I think I found our way out."
She ran as fast as possible opening the door. She saw their way out right in front of her. With shiny rims a Camaro was parked meters away from her. Nikita placed Alex in the back seat. Laying her down and buckled her up, trying to make sure she won't be in any pain during the ride.
Nikita ran to the driver's seat and hotwired the car. The lights turned on and the engine roared. With one swift move Nikita slammed the pedal to the floor. The tires screamed and the car raced forward.
Guards and metal flew everywhere as she broke through the garage door. For a few seconds she was in mid-air as she flew through the door. The car hit the ground shaking the whole vehicle. Alex screamed as the pain became worse. Even in her daze the agonizing ache from her injuries dug into her.
"I'm sorry," A tear fell down Nikita's cheek. She hated seeing Alex in so much pain.
She searched the car for a cell phone, checking underneath the seats and in the glove compartment. Her hand came across one as she felt underneath her seat. She quickly dialed for Division.
It rang. The first time it rang it was normal, but as it rang again Nikita sensed something was wrong. Birkoff never let it ring more than once. Her heart was racing as she dialed the emergency number Birkoff had created.
It rang. Come on pick up! Pick up Birkoff! "Nikita?!"
"Birkoff! What's going on? Why isn't the Division com working?" Nikita's heart raced at the thought of what Amanda might have done.
"Where have you been?!" His voice revealed a little worry. "You haven't gotten in contact with Michael have you?"
"Birkoff, Where's Michael? What's going on?!" her fears of what might have happened raced through her mind.
"Division was attacked. I was split apart from him and Sean," Birkoff said running his finger through his hair worried of what might have happened to them.
Nikita's heart sunk to her stomach. Her mouth moved but no words came out. She could believe Michael was MIA. She hated what he did and part of her was confused on what her feeling were for him, but she couldn't stop worrying about him. "Birkoff..." she slowly regained herself, "Alex's hurt… bad. She needs attention now."
"You found her," Birkoff couldn't believe it, "I'll send the remaining Division medics to her apartment. Meet them there. I'll be there in a few minutes."
Nikita hung up the phone and floored it. Alex layed in the back. The pain was disappearing and her eyes were beginning to fade. Her energy was being drained. She could barely keep her eyes open as everything was blurry.
"Hurry she needs help!" She heard Nikita yell out.
Suddenly she felt herself being lifted and placed back down. "Prepare everything we have!" a woman said, "We don't know how much damage has been done. If it looks this bad and we haven't even checked deeper, we're going to need everything."
Nikita stepped back as they wheeled Alex into the apartment. As she got up stairs she saw they had made her room an emergency room, closing everyone out as they worked. "Nikita!" Birkoff ran up to her.
"Any news from Michael?" her heart couldn't take any more bad news.
Birkoff smiled, "Yeah. Him and Sean are both on their way here."
Nikita saw a doctor on a break from working on Alex, "Can you patch me up really quickly?" she rolled her sleeve up revealing an arm stained in crimson blood.
The doctor looked at her shocked that she wasn't in pain at the sight of the gun wound. "Yeah but the anesthetic is going to take thirty minutes to kick in."
"Don't use it. I don't have time for it," Nikita gripped the edge of the counter she was sitting on as the doctor stuck the needle and string over and over again.
Birkoff gave her a confused look, "Where are you going?"
"I have to do something for Alex," she clenched her teeth at the pain, "Do me a favor look up the closest brothel. Alex has a laptop in the living room."
"It's going to take a minute but I'll get it to you," he understood something was going on and didn't want to push.
Nikita looked over at all the doctors running around for Alex. They were grabbing so many things. Each time one raced out they were covered in blood. Nikita's heart dropped each time. She wanted nothing more than to hug Alex. Nikita's eyes began to water at the sight. But she looked up and swallowed. She needed to remain strong. The mission was almost over. She couldn't break down now.
"You're done," The doctor said as she finished up wrapping her arm.
Nikita pulled down her sleeve and grabbed a gun from the table. "I sent the address to your phone," Birkoff yelled to her.
She nodded and ran out the door. Elizabeth and Alex's lives were in danger. She wasn't going to let anyone die. She got back into the Camaro and drove off.
"Have you heard from Nikita?" a voice came from behind Birkoff.
He spun around from the chair and saw Michael and Sean. They were scratched and bruised, but it wasn't anything they weren't used to. "She just left," He looked at Michael but then quickly at Sean.
Sean's eyes were wide at the sight of what was going on. He dropped his gun right where he was standing and walked toward all the chaos. "Sir you can't go in there," a doctor ran up and blocked him.
He caught a glance at inside the room. There was blood all over the floor and doctors. Sean didn't know what to do. He couldn't go in there. He would just be in the way and it would just hurt Alex's chances.
He just sat down on the couch staring at his hands. In one hand was his engagement ring for Alex and in the other was the ring he found.