With a massive help from Ayushi95, who practically wrote half the update. I finally managed to finish this part of the ending! And its longer than any other update! Yay! Hope you all enjoy! Love u all!
Nikita drove as fast as she possibly could, racing past every red light and traffic stop. She had no time to waste on obeying the law if she was going to rescue Elizabeth in time. Suddenly she felt the phone in her pocket go off. "What are the coordinates Birkoff?"
"Go one mile north and then four west," he paused, "… and Nikita hurry."
Nikita heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She knew, without a doubt in her mind that she was about to regret what she was about to ask, "What are they doing to her?"
Birkoff took a deep breath, trying hard to forget what he had seen. He never would wish any of it on his worst enemy's family. The way the young girl looked would never leave his mind. "… Just hurry."
The phone beeped as the call ended. Nikita hesitated to put the cell down as a million possibilities were running through her head. She could be dying from all the torture, or overdosed. They could be using her as a sex slave. All the ideas were just adding more weight on Nikita. She was the only hope the child had for survival. She slammed the pedal to the floor as hard as she could.
She hid the car across the street from the brothel in an old abandoned repair shop. The fume from all the drugs was overwhelming. Nikita hadn't even set foot in the building and already she could feel her head begin to spin. She shook her head, thoughts of her past came flooding in. The way she became addicted to anything she could get, the roller-coaster of emotion and pain that came with it. It was something she never wanted to relive.
She scoped the building across the street. She wanted nothing more than to rush in there and save Alex's daughter, but if a gun fight broke out no doubt they would get rid of Elizabeth first. That was something she would never let happen. She'd die before she let anyone hurt someone in her family. The young girl is Alex's daughter but she is part of the family.
"Nikita," she heard from behind her.
She knew who it was; she would know that comforting voice anywhere. She didn't say anything. Her heart screamed for her to wrap her arms around him, to feel his lips on hers. The whole time she had been away from him, his face never left her thoughts. She kept her eyes in the binoculars, trying hard to ignore him.
Michael hated it when she ignored him. He regretted what he did. "Nikita, we need to talk about this."
"How's Alex?" Nikita tried hard to change the subject.
Michael took a deep breath. He was becoming aggravated to the fact she was ignoring everything he was saying. "She's trying hard to make it," His voice became sentimental; "It's a coin toss at this point."
Nikita's heart dropped. She knew Alex was in bad shape, but the fact that she might not make it was the last thing she was expecting. She knew the pain of losing someone close, that was all she knew in Division, but Alex was different. She was family. She was the only one there for Nikita when no one else was, not even Michael.
The thought of losing her was heartbreaking. Nikita could feel her eyes turn into waterfalls. She finally took her eyes off the binoculars and looked up; hoping the air would dry her tears and hide them from Michael.
"We should move in," Nikita brought out a bag from the car and began to walk towards the building.
Suddenly Michael grabbed her wrist, holding it tight, stopping her dead in her tracks. "I have never been sorrier in my whole life. Every time I said I love you, I never meant it more. And now… and now you just act as if you never felt the way I do. I'm sorry for what happened, but…"
"I'm not mad at you!" Nikita pulled her arm away, "I'm mad at myself!"
Michael looked at her confused, "What?"
Nikita ran her fingers threw her hair pulling at the ends in frustration. "I know you didn't read my file, or else you wouldn't even be able to look at me." Nikita stopped everything she was doing and just looked at him. She was going to miss him so much. His stubbly beard, the way it felt when they kissed, she would dream about it. And now what she was going to say would make him never talk to her, but he needed to know, he deserved to know.
"Nikita, what are you not telling me?" he was afraid of what words might come out of Nikita's mouth.
"It's about Haley…" Nikita was trying so hard to get herself to look him in the eyes.
Michael's voice became shaky at the mention of her name, "….Haley?..."
"Michael you need to know I did it because I love you. I wanted nothing more than…"
"What about Haley?!" he grabbed her shoulders, gripping tightly, heart pounding.
Nikita could feel Michael's nails begin to dig past her clothes and into her skin. "She's… alive."
Michael's grip loosened and his eyes became endless. They weren't looking at her but past her as he was trying so hard to believe what he was hearing. "She's alive?" Michael's eyes cried tears of joy.
Nikita opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by Michael.
"She's alive…how?... and you kept this from me!" The tears in his eyes were replaced by rage, "All these years and you kept my own daughter from me!"
Michael shoved Nikita away, his heart confused with emotion.
"She doesn't know you're alive. Percy put an implant in her. With your tracker, if you and her get to close, your tracker kills you," Nikita tried to get close to him, but he just looked away from her in discuss.
"It's not your place to keep this from me!" Michael raised his fist.
His nails dug into his skin as his fists tightened. Nikita wasn't afraid she stepped closer to him, begging for his forgiveness. "If you knew than you would go after her. You would have died!"
He pulled back on his arm getting as much momentum as possible. "You had no right!" with all his resentment and rage, he swung. She closed her eyes. Nikita could feel the wind move at the speed of his knuckles coming at her face.
But it never happened, there was no impact. She opened her eyes and saw his fist on the wall behind her. "You can find the girl on your own. I have my own daughter to find," he walked away feeling nothing but betrayal.
"Michael," she called out, hoping that a miracle would happen and he would turn around, "Michael!"
Nikita wanted nothing more than to run to him, grab his hand and hold it tighter than never before. His touch would be the only thing she needed to know they would be fine, that they would still love each after everything happened. She could feel a tear begin to creep up and begin to fall down her red cheek. The way he walked, the way he didn't hesitate to leave, just stabbed her heart. "Michael!" She called out, begging for him to turn around, wishing to see his face, "Michael please! Michael!"
Just as she put one foot forward, about to run to the man she loved, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. "Michael!" She called out ignoring the cell.
He slowly turned to face her, "I'm glad you gave me back the ring."
She stopped dead in her tracks. The words cut deeper than she ever thought anything could. Her heart broke into millions of pieces. She shook her head in disbelief. "Michael!" The sound of her voice made him walk faster.
The feeling of betrayal was all he knew at that point. No matter what happened in his life he never thought Nikita would betray him. The way she lied to him about his own daughter, hurt deeper than anybody or any wound could have ever done.
With a shaky hand Nikita took out her phone. She breathed in hard trying to disguise her emotions before answering. "Hello."
"Nikita what are you doing?!" Birkoff yelled into the phone, "You arrived at the brothel over ten minutes ago! Elizabeth doesn't have much time!"
"Birkoff what are you talking about?!" Nikita looked at Michael. Her last chance at being with him was depleting as his silhouette began to disappear into the darkness of the ally.
She took the phone away from her tear surrounded mouth and whispered, "I'm sorry Michael."
With an aching heart screaming for her to rethink her choice Nikita brought the phone back to her mouth and ran to the car. Hurrying to grab any weapon at that point she spoke to Birkoff, "what's going on with her?"
"I've been watching the cameras to scan the brothel... and from what I saw she doesn't have much time," he breathed out trying to get over what he had seen.
Nikita stopped what she was doing and gulped hard, afraid of what she might here next, "what have they done to her?"
"…Some things should not be said," Birkoff didn't want to describe what Elizabeth was doing.
"Birkoff just fu# ing tell me!" Nikita yelled into the phone.
Birkoff just hung up. In all the time he had been in Division, he still couldn't bring himself to say some of the things he sees in the cameras.
Nikita wanted to kill Birkoff at that point. She needed info and he just withheld it. But there was no time for that now, Elizabeth needed her. She just contained herself as she mumbled every swear word in the book. She was going to smack Birkoff once she saw him.
"Are you okay?" a voice said from in front of her.
Nikita looked up to see Owen standing there concerned. His face didn't make her feel any better. He was still part of a lie that destroyed her trust in anyone, including Michael.
"Don't worry about it," she contained her emotions from him, "I'm going in. Wait here."
Owen gave her a looking, "Are you kidding me?" he shaking his head, "We don't know what's in there." He grabbed her wrist.
"I need an escape route once I get Elizabeth," she snatched her arm away, "You have to stay in the car and wait for us."
"We can wait for Michael," Owen tried to persuade her, "He should be here any minute."
Nikita looked away. The swirl of all of her feelings was building up. She didn't want to burst out, but she couldn't contain it. "Just stay here Da #% it!"
Owen stepped back her had never seen her like that before. She had a look in her eye he had seen only once. The last time he saw it was when Michael stayed in London for Max, leaving Nikita alone. He just watched speechless as she jogged across the street towards the building.
She looked back once at the window from where she had snuck into an empty room of the brothel. She started walking down the hallway. It was a narrow hallway with doors on both the walls. The paint was peeled off and stained. She could hear sounds coming out of rooms. Sounds that once Alex was forced to make and Elizabeth might be forced to make if she wouldn't get to her in time. The thought of Alex and Liz being stuck in one of such rooms disgusted her and made her feel guilty at the same time. Only if she wouldn't have trusted that man so long ago Alex wouldn't have been a sex slave and only if she would've been a little faster Liz wouldn't be in this place.
She paced ahead a as a door opened and a girl stumbled out she looked at the girl and saw a black eye more such bruises on her face and body. Nikita caught her but was shoved away by the girl. She was too high on drugs to realize that Nikita was actually trying to help her. She glanced inside the room and saw a fat bulgy man sleeping on the bed naked. She thought about how Alex would've endured such violent customers.
She continued walking down the hallway and tried to keep her head straight until a pain shot from behind her head and she fell to the ground. She turned around and looked at the attacker. Dizziness was taking over her and before she could clear her vision and have a good look at the attacker, her world was blacked out by a kick to her face.
Nikita's head sprang up as cold water was thrown onto it. "Who are you?" Was the first question that rang in her head. It was a male voice, strong and heavy. She looked up at him and fixed her gaze on him. She cursed silently as the water was being sucked by her clothes and making her feel cold.
"I just want some coke. Nothing else." Nikita said as she tried to twist her hands to get free from the ropes which held her down to the chair.
"How did you get in? Costumers aren't allowed in that place." The man said.
"That place? Where are we now?" Nikita asked confused. The man smacked her face and asked again, "Answer me! How the hell did you get in that place and who the hell are you?"
Nikita mumbled in a low voice.
"What!?" The man asked, bending down to hear it. And that, Was what she needed. She banged her head on his nose and kicked him on his groin with her free legs that the stupid didn't tie up. He fell to the ground near Nikita's feet like an idiot and gave her one more chance to hit him. Taking full advantage of the chance, she kicked him hard in his face, knocking him out. She rose her feet with the chair still stuck on her back and hands tied up to the arms of the chair. She turned around and her eyes froze on the sight in front of her. Liz was sleeping on the bed and her face was bruised. She ran as fast as she could towards her. She wasn't sure if that bastard had slept with her, but she just wished that he didn't. "Liz, baby wake up. I'm Nikita. You remember me? I'm your mommy's friend. Wake up Liz, please. Wake up fast." Nikita said. She kicked the bed a few times shaking it. Liz began to slowly wake up. Her eyes grew big in fear as soon as she saw the man's unconscious body. "Baby. Baby. Look at me. He can't hurt you anymore. I'm your mommy's friend. I'm Alex's friend. I'm here to help you. You're safe with me and no one will hurt you anymore. I promise. You just have to help me first you understand?" Nikita said. She was just scared that Liz would start crying. If there are any guards outside, it would just create problems.
Nikita's voice did have an effect on her. She calmed down and nodded. She chocked back her sobs and got out of the bed. Nikita sat back down on the chair and said, "Liz, look at me. First you have to help me get out of this chair. And don't make any noise. Okay?" Nikita said softly. Liz nodded looked around for a sharp object. She ran towards the bed and pulled out a broken bottle from underneath it which she had spotted.
"Yeah, that'll work. Now carefully cut these ropes." Nikita instructed as Liz did as she was told. Nikita jumped out of the chair and hugged Liz as soon as she was free of the ropes. Liz hugged her tight. Even though she didn't remember Nikita, she did feel safe in her arms. She sobbed and let a few tears fall. "Ssshh... Everything will be okay. I'll get you out of here I promise." Nikita said and rubbed her back. They separated and Nikita placed her hand on Liz's lower abdomen and asked carefully, "did he hurt you here?"
Liz just remained silent and hugged Nikita back. "It hurts." She whispered in her ears. Nikita's eyes began to tear up as she listened to Liz's words. She wanted to kill that man, but didn't even want Liz to see all that violence. She had already been through a lot for her age. "It's okay baby. It's okay. It'll go away soon." Nikita whispered back in her ears.
They pulled apart and Nikita rose to her feet. She checked her pocket for her belongings but failed to find any cash or her phone. She searched the man and pulled out a cell phone from the man's pocket. It wasn't hers but she couldn't waste any time finding her own phone. She picked up a bundle of notes from the table and placed it in her jacket. "Okay. Liz. Now you have to wait here for two minutes. I'll come back. I promise." Nikita said and made Liz stand near the door. Nikita slowly opened the door and peeked outside. She sighed as she found no one in the corridor. She looked back and pulled Liz out. They ran through the corridor, until the butt of a gun hit Nikita's face and she fell towards the wall. She got her head straight and ran towards her attacker. In one swift jump, she placed herself on his shoulders and twisted his head. The man fell down dead to the ground. She pulled Liz with her and they started running again.
They dodged a few guards on their way and knocked some off them down unconscious. Nikita sighed as they exited the building. She picked up Liz in her arms and ran away from the building till the time she was distant enough to feel safe. She pulled out the phone and dialed up a number and put it on her ear.
"Nikita! Where the hell are you? You left me outside but you never came back. It's been 2 hours since you disappeared. I was just going to call up Birkoff and tell him about it." Owen said from the other side of the line.
"Relax Owen. I'm fine and Liz is with me. They captured me and took me somewhere else. Luckily Liz was placed in the same room I was held in. We got out safely. I'll catch a cab and reach Alex's apartment I'll meet you there." Nikita instructed with a fake wide smile to Elizabeth. At least she had been able to make Alex and Liz happy.
"Okay. Okay. Just stay safe and come back soon." Owen said.
Alex's Apartment
"Clear!... Bring up the volts! Clear!... We need to bring her back!"
Sean felt as if his own heart had stopped. Tears were as waterfalls on his face, they were endless. His legs became weak and he fell to his knees. He could hear the doctors from where he was sitting in Alex's living room. His mind did nothing but think off all the times he shared with Alex. The way on their first date she put ice-cream on his nose, goofing around. He would do anything he could to cheer her up when she was down, and now all he could do was pray as he was losing the love of his life. He couldn't believe it, she was… dead.
Alex's Room
"The chances of reviving her are depleting we need oxygen!" The doctor yelled out.
He shocked the corpse again. The body jolted up but fell right back down. There were no heart beats on the monitor. The only thing the room sang was a flat line.
He placed a resuscitator on Alex's pale lips, each few seconds squeezing the bag, bringing air into Alex's lifeless body. Every time proved to be nothing but pointless. In the middle of her wounds opening up, her heart finally gave out. All the pain from everything she went through finally caught up with her. The way had gone days without sleep or medical attention during all the torture, proved to be too much. She wasn't strong enough.