(*) Devin

I felt his hands grip my wrist. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to stop the tears, but they came out as I saw armed men come running at us. They dragged us apart, slapping cuffs on my wrists, in the midst of my swimming head I heard Thomas tell them not to hurt me because Blade would not be too happy. They shoved me inside the air-conditioned building. I fell to my knees. Thomas was at my side at once, but I glared at him, he backed off as I was yanked to my feet. They brought me to a room, a dungen looking room. I heard a low chuckle as the man that claimed to be Thomas's father came out of the shadows.

"Welcome my dear. It's so good to see you again."

"I wish I could say the same." I barked out. Even though I was terrified.

"Now Devy, is that how you treat your father?"

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"I'm sorry!? My father?"

"Yes Devin. I'm your father. I've been waiting for the right time to finally get to know you better."

"And you thought that kidnapping me was a good idea?"

"Yes. Yes I did.

"Well, that is the most bullshitty thing I've ever heard! I replied loudly. My father just laughed.

" Ah there's that spitfire! Exactly why I chose you."

"Chose me? For what?"

"This." He waved his hand and then something sharp poked into my neck. The last thing I remember was strong arms encasing my body and Blade walking towards me.

~*~

When I awoke, I had sharp pain in my neck. I looked up at a tiled ceiling, sitting up a little bit, I was in a hospital bed, my left hand handcuffed to the railing. I was hooked up to a heart monitor which beeped steadily.

"How are you doing honey?" I looked towards the soft voice. Before me was a tiny woman. She had black hair down to her shoulders. Round circle glasses that seemed to take up her whole face. She wore aqua scrubs. That's when I remembered where I was.

"What did he do?"

"Oh you just got knocked out honey. Your injuries were greater than you thought.

"Then why does my neck hurt. And why is there a cloth on the back of my neck?"

"You got pretty bad whiplash, the cloth is stabilizing you dear." I was annoyed that I couldn't remember blacking out. I know I didn't get whiplash so what really had happened?

"That's not true." I told her panicking slightly.

"It is my dear. Your vitals look good. You're free to go. Blade wants to see you."

"I don't want to see him." I replied, crossing my arms. She laughed

"It's not a choice dear. When Blade wants something, he will get it.

"Fine!" I hoped off the bed after she unhooked me. A borrding man at the door escorted me down the dark hallways to a big open room.

"Hello my dear, are you feeling alright?" I turned towards Blade.

"I'm fine. But I know you did something."

"I didn't lay a hand on you my dear." He said holding up his hand. "Now, let's have some fun shall we?"

"I don't know."

"Oh come on, you want to kill thoms don't you? Afterall, he's the onewho faked being in love with you, he left you hear to die."

"He what!?"

"That's right. He was going to leave you. But I nabbed him and am holding him down below." Anger began to set into my veins.

"Let's do it!" I said. He came forward and handed me a gun. He pushed a button and some targets came down.

"Before I call him in, I want you to practice a few times. I doubt you've killed, or even shot a gun."

"I havn't." I told him. Putting the gun at my side. He came and showed me how to do it. My senses heightened and the nearness of the man that had stalked me and had wanted me dead. I still didn't trust him. I practiced a few times, and I now felt comfortable. Would I be able to do it when Thoms was in front of me? We would have to see if I was strong enough to hurt someone.

The doors banged open and the men pushed Thomas in. He stood in the spotlight. My gun nn my hand suddenly felt like led. As I stared at him, he looked up at me with doe eyes. All of my anger melted away. I could never harm a person, no matter how hurtful they were. Thomas and I had a lot of history together, we had loved each other, I had loved him longer. And now, I think I still did. A tear slipped down my cheek and I started shaking my head back and forth.