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"She's been through more hell than you'll ever know. But, that's what gives her beauty an edge. You can't touch a woman who can wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck."-Alfa (c)
Ugh. What the hell is that ringing noise?
It felt like my eyes had been glued together and sandpaper shoved down my throat. A blinding, white light caused me to wince. I lifted my arm to cover my eyes and yelped in pain. A burning sensation jolted through my body and I gripped the wall.
Wait...wall? Slowly turning my head, I realized that I was pressed against a cold, dirty wall. Where was I?
A muffled sound caught my attention and I whirled around, ignoring the stabbing pain through my arm. Maxon! There he was, gagged and bounded. What on earth happened?
Before I could shuffle over to him, a door opened and I hissed at the bright light.
"Wakey wakey! Rise and shine! Looks like sleeping beauty is finally awake!" Aiden jeered. I narrowed my eyes at him and tried to stand up. Nope. My arm was NOT cooperating.
"What do you want?" I snarled, "and where are we."
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that," he smirked.
"Then what can you tell us."
"Ooh, I mean...I could tell you everything...but I just love the suspense."
"You asshole!" I spat. Aiden came closer to me and I shuffled back.
"Am I now...Agent America?" His horrible breath washed over me and I recoiled in disgust. An audible gasp sounded behind me and I groaned, great, Maxon would need an explanation now. Finally, Aiden left.
Slowly shuffling over to Maxon, I pulled the cloth off him and he gasped for fresh air.
"America! Are you alright? What is going on?" I ignored him and slowly untied the rope on his hands.
"I can't answer all your questions now, but I'll keep the explanation short and sweet. I'm a spy, I was sent to Angeles to protect you and it was supposed to be a quick mission. I wasn't allowed to reveal myself and I had to blend in. That didn't work out so well did it?" I chuckled dryly.
Maxon just shook his head in shock, "to protect me? Against what?"
"I guess the answer to that would be Aiden." My arm twisted the wrong way and I let out a small whimper. Don't be pathetic America! It's just a bullet wound.
"Your arm!" Maxon exclaimed, he bent down to my level and inspected the wound.
"It doesn't matter. Aren't you supposed to be mad at me?"
"Well, considering the situation we are in, I can't exactly be mad at an Illean spy. Besides, you don't love me, why should you care?" He looked away and I sighed. Reaching my good arm out, I rested it on his knee.
"Maxon, what I said was a lie. I do love you and I didn't want to put you in any danger. Aiden threatened me you know? I've never felt so powerless in my life. I'm sorry, please forgive me."
Maxon looked into eyes, searching for any lies. Finally, he relaxed his head and hugged me. "I forgive you." What did I do to deserve this guy?
"Thank you for understanding," I whispered, "now I need to get us out of here. Give me your jacket."
Maxon quickly shrugged off his jacket and gave it me. Wrapping the material tightly around my arm, I forced myself to stand up, grunting in pain. I patted around my lower body and a wave of relief washed over me when I realized that my phone was still with me. Thank God it was so slim!
"Maxon, you see this phone? Ok, listen up. I'm going to try to bust us out of this place, in case anything happens to me, I want you to swipe the screen up and press this button. It will allow the other agents to locate us instantly."
"Why can't you just press it now?"
"Because it will let out a shrill sound and I don't want Aiden to get suspicious. Now, if anything does happen to me, I want you to put your safety first. Hide behind anything that will conceal you and if you have time, then you can worry about me. But I want you to stay near me and keep the phone on you. Got it?" He nodded and slipped the phone into his pocket. Now came the tricky part. Getting out of this place.
I reached behind my head and checked behind my shirt collar. Yes! I remembered my tranquilizer dart!
"Where are you getting all these weapons out from? I barely noticed them, they're so small!" Maxon whispered, he looked warily at the dart in my hand.
"It's supposed to be small, apparently Aiden didn't notice them either." I inspected the small weapon. Hmmm, it'll only knock him out for 5 minutes. Good enough!
"I'm not going to use it on him now. First, I want answers," as if he heard, the good-for-nothing jerk waltzed in.
"Good, you're alive now, less zombie-like," he bent down next to my face I spat at him, hitting him smack bang on the forehead. His eyes grew cold and he slowly wiped the spit off.
"I'm going to give you one last warning before something bad happens." Maxon started to stand up but I planted a hand on his shoulder. I didn't want anything to happen...yet.
"That's sweet, but I want answers."
"What about?"
"Where are we and what do you want?"
"Aren't you bossy! Demanding this and that...well, get this in your head, you. Are. Not. Getting. Out. Of. Here." Aiden tapped my head and I flinched, "Did you get that pass your thick skull? You know, because I'm so nice, I'll tell you what we are in. A deserted warehouse on the outskirts of Angeles. Happy?"
I rolled the dart between my fingers and forced a response out of my gritted teeth, "very much. One last question, what do you want with us?"
Aiden scoffed, "I don't want you, in fact, I plan on killing you. What I want, should have been mine a long time ago. I want the throne."
Maxon snorted, "Tough luck mate, you have no royal blood."
"Don't I...brother?"
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