A/N:Chapter 13.

Never Give In

Chapter 13

R

271 was in disbelief. The world had really gone down to hell. The hallways that she had grown accustomed to was in code red. Code red was a bad thing. It meant that there were intruders. And she did not know whether these intruder were good samaritans who were trying to save them or a different kind of evil. It was difficult to trust anyone here. Aiden who she thought was her friend long gone and 265, or Faye, 271 corrected herself was a different kind of long gone.

She pushed aside that thought. If she ever got to leave, she would grieve. Here she needed to be level headed, she needed to survive. And right now it was pandemonium. People were running around, there were sounds of guns firing and explosions. Total chaos and uproar. 271 quickly slipped to the hallways on her right, hiding in the shadows and corners when she heard footsteps. This could be the only chance she had to escape. The next opportunity may not present itself in a really long time. It did not take long for her to reach her destination.

Dr Savannah's examination room was trashed. Broken vials and papers were scattered around the floor. The glass paneling completely doctors were nowhere in sight. She moved to the bed she was placed every time she was brought in to mend her wounds.

"Because at this moment you get to be human without anything or anyone watching," Dr Savannah said softly as she swept away the lock of hair from her face.

"That's not enough," 271 insisted.

"Underneath this bed, there is a gun. It has three bullets left, I hope you never need to use it," Dr Savannah whispered.

Just as Savannah said, 271 found the gun beneath the hollow tile underneath the bed. The gun felt heavy on her. She has held a gun before but never with the knowledge that she might need to use it to kill someone. The training always had assigned targets. This felt different.

She needed to leave quick. She stealthy dashed the corners when she saw someone trailing her. Without any thought she shot at the person. She didn't stop running to see whether or not the sound behind her was a body falling. She could live with it she tried to convinced herself. There was a time where she can over analyse that but this was not it. She picked up her pace only to stop dead in her tracks at the sight before her.

In front of her blocking her way was someone she never thought she would ever see again. Someone she thought was long gone. Aiden. His grey eyes were dark and he had dark circles and eye bags. His clothes, the same clothes that he wore when they were trying to escape accept, looked more worn scuffed out. She briefly wondered if she truly had gone insane.

She lunged. He met her blow for blow. Punch for punch. Anger burned in her veins. Traitor. Scum. Liar. The gun that she held was quickly disarmed. She has to hate the fact that his eyes were not the shade of grey she remembered put her off for a moment. As if he was not aware of her in the moment.

Focus she reprimanded herself.

She had managed to give him a severe blow to the head. A blow that for any normal person would render them unconscious. But she realized he was trained the way she was. To accept pain and render it as a weapon. To put aside emotion and never act on it. She watched with unmasked horror as he got back up again and lunged for her. This was not the Aiden she knew but did she really know him at all.

"R" Aiden said as if he remembered something. The grey in his eyes were flickering back to what she remembered.

"That is not my name" She lashed out almost screaming. It was strange to think of the history that she had with this boy when they knew each other only from here. They were both not putting their emotion aside. He made a move and body slammed her. She struggled to get free.

"R please" That made her still for a moment. In all the time that she knew Aiden, he never begged. Not for their captors, not from any opponent or punishment. But there he was holding her to the ground and he was the one begging.

She kicked him and maneuver him in such a way that she was finally on top. Gun to him he said, "We were in the Fridge, you were almost unconscious and you kept saying Aug."

"Shut up," She said, trying to slow down her pounding heart.

"And I thought maybe that was your name but it didn't make sense when you were telling Aug that you will come back," He continue.

"I have a gun, shut up" She said. He was breaking through her walls again.

"And I have my orders," Aiden said sarcastically before his voice went serious, "They did something to me. I'm not the same."

"That's what you get for leaving us behind," She said harshly. She refused to believe that he had suffered more than she did. It would ruin her,

"I never left," He He replied easily. Brown eyes meet grey.

"You need to put me down," He said quietly.

She aimed. A shot was heard and 271 made a move to leave that area when he grabbed hold or her hand. She had one bullet left. And she refused to look at the blood that was seeping through his thigh. She had aimed so that he would not be able to follow her. He was going to live.

"That is not what I meant," Aiden said. His face was pale but his grip on her was strong, "I need you to put me down."

"No. Absolutely not," She said firmly. The implications were loud and glaringly obvious. How dare he ask that of her? She cannot be swayed by him. Too much of her soul was already damaged.

"R," His voice was different this time around. She looked at him. Brown eyes met grey. There were so many things she wanted to say but know that this was not the time or place and she has run out of time. She thought about what their story was and the way it could have gone if they never met each other here. Because nothing beautiful grows here. "Put me down."

"No," She said. Her voice was shaky. She finally looked to where she shot him. The anger she felt for him disappeared. She wanted him to survive. After this they could rebuild their lives together. She placed her hands on the open wound, applying pressure to keep it from bleeding any further.

"Don't make me do this," She said, her voice was thick and the tears swam freely. She was well aware if the gun that laid just beside them.

"Have mercy," Aiden breathed.

"What about mercy for me?" She question him. She felt her hands gently being lifted and placed to the heart in front of her. Brown eyes met grey. In an instant they had a resolution.

"Ethan," Aiden said

"What about him?" She asked.

"You're going to find him right?"

"Of course," She lied easily. She watched Aiden push her locket of hair behind her ear. There was something so tenderly hard breaking about it. She would do whatever it took to let him believe that their story did not have to end here. At this place.

"You're stronger. You get to live," His eyes looked at every inch of her face pausing at one area a second to long. He lifted his eye back to hers. "Thank you for being my friend."

"Thank you for being mine," She replied through her tears. She moved closer towards him.

A shot rang through loud and clear.

Miles and miles away in New York, a woman woke up in the dead of the night.

So that is it for this chapter. I have made it a goal to finish of this story before the new year comes in. So as you are reading this I am probably typing up the next few chapters. I know I have not updated in a bit but that's about to change. Just a bit of a forewarning there are only a few chapters left before I tick this story as complete. I know that the way I have written then story leaves a very open door towards the relationships that these characters have with one another. (Like real talk I like majority of the ships) That being said I know how I want to end this story. A part of me wants to do a continuation of this story like what happens after. Would you all be interested in that? Thanks again everyone of you for reading this. Until the next chapter :)