Isabelle's point of view

"You're Luke's girlfriend," I said and she dropped her gun a bit. Her head turned a smile formed on her face. A sickly sweet smile that made me take my own gun out. It didn't match her eyes, which were hazel and full of hatred.

"And you're the agent sent to protect them." she said and walked up to me. I didn't trust her. "What? I just wanna see my boyfriend,"

"How'd you know where we are?" I asked, not buying her sad act. She straightened her head and wiped the smile off of her face. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Well you're not as stupid as David said," she said and I rose an eyebrow. David? Who's D-oh, him. "You're smart, I'll give you that." she said.

"But you're an idiot." she said, contradicting from what she had just said a few seconds ago. "You can't fight injured, especially when one kick to the leg can send you flying to the floor, leaving you unable to run, or to even walk properly." she said.

"I know I am, I learn from the best," I said, repeating what I said earlier.

"Luke, sit down," I heard Michael say. I resisted the urge to turn around and see what was happening.

"Who are you?" I asked her once again. "How did you know where we are and who I am?" I asked.

"David," was her answer and I nodded. "He's really resourceful, especially when he has one of your colleagues tied up and held at gun point," she said.

"You didn't answer," I said, holding my gun up higher, "who are you?"

"Well I'm Luke's girlfriend," she said and I rolled my eyes at her preppy voice. Her hazel eyes rolling as she said that aswell.

"Oh cut the crap," I snapped as I walked up to her. "Who. Are. You?" I asked, pushing her back with each word.

"You're not very thinky, are you agent?" she asked as she pushed me back, hard. I stumbled back and grit my teeth. "I'm like you. An agent."

"What's you're job here? I never asked for back up, besides the five that came with me," I said. She smiled an lifted her gun and spun it in her hand.

"Who said I was your back up?" she asked me. "What if I was sent to kill you? Hmm? Or the boys?" She asked and I laughed.

"You won't lay a finger on these boys," I said and she walked up to me. "I won't let you," I said as I stared into her hazel eyes. We were nose to nose and she had a smirk on her lips.

A hand came up and slapped me hardly. My head turned to the side and I ran my tongue over my dry lips. My cheek stung and burned, my cut feeling like it had just re opened. "Then I'll just lay my fingers on you," she said.

"Close your eyes Luke," I said as I looked at her angrily. "Wouldn't want you to see your precious girlfriend be beaten to a pulp," I said as I pulled my arm back and smashed it against her jaw.

Luke yelled but I ignored it. She stumbled back and held her jaw in pain as she looked at me. "Bitch," she said and I rolled my eyes. She pulled a knife out and so did I. Mine was all bloody and dirty, hers was shiny and clean.

I moved away from the boys again and so did she. She stayed in front of me, waiting for me to make a move. I didn't move. She rolled her eyes and lunged at me, but I was two slow. I fell on the floor, my head slamming against the cement.

She tried slashing my cheek but I blocked it with my own knife, causing a 'cling' sound. It was like two swords in a movie, how they aqlways go cling. She pulled away and I flipped us over. This time I was the one on top and she was on thr bottom.

I slapped her and she turned her head. I could see the lines from the rings and the print of the leather gloves on her cheek. She looked at me angrily and pushed me off. My knife flew from my hands and I grit my teeth. I always lose my knife, fuck.

I stood up as quickly as I could, which I stumbled as I did so. She grabbed my arm and slammed me against the nearest object, which in this case was the wooden chair I was once tied too. I fell into it and it crumbled under my weight.

I hissed in pain and tried my best to stand up. Once I did, she was in front of me again. I grabbed her by her hair and kneed her in the face, causing her to stumbled back and hold her nose.

"Isabelle, please, stop," I heard Luke say and I looked at him. Ashton had him held down, and his eyes were full of water.

Suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my arm and I yelled as I cluched it. I looked at my arm and a knife was sticking out of it. She ripped it out and I stumbled back a bit. "What? Can't take a little knife in you arm?" Michael started yelling at hwr but I shot him a look.

"Sure, I can, but that doesn't mean I like it." I said as I grit my teeth. I threw my leather jacket off and ripped my black shirt again. It wasn't even a shirt anymore. It showed half my stomach already. I wrapped the cloth around my arm and looked at her.

"Couldn't get the other arm?" I asked, noticing how it's on the same side as my bullet hole.

"Nah," she said as she walked up to me. "You're pretty tough though," she said and I smirked.

"So I've been told," I said. I backed up a bit and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. I pushed one leg back and before she could react to what I was doing, I swung it at her side.

Luckily for her, I missed. The blad scratched her jacekt and probably her shirt to. It didn't dig into her side, like I thought it would. She stumbled to the side but kept her balance. "You ripped my jacekt," she said. She seemed angrier at the fact I ripped her jacekt then I kicked her.

"Well," I said and chuckled. "I don't care." I said and she clutched the knife tighter.

"Agent, agent, come in," I heard a staticy sound through my earpiece. Fuck, I thought I was done using this for today.

"What?" I asked while panting as I moved to the right quickly so she doesn't hit me.

"I found their leader," they said.

"Good, kill him." I said as I backed up to prevent getting stabbed in my boob. "Also, call back up, now," I said, knowing I wouldn't be able to fight any longer. Though I can try.

"Back-up?" they asked and I grit my teeth as she got a hold of my hair, again.

"Yes back-up, did I stutter?" I asked and they agreed to call. I spun around and slammed my knee into her side.

"You need back-up, pathetic." she spat and I nodded.

"Maybe I am," I said. "Or maybe I don't wanna kill Luke's love of his life," I said. Before she could lunge at me, the door opened.

Haha this was probably very bad, I apologize. I'm writing this before school because I owe you guys a chapter. Er love your guys for 13k+ read and 500+ votes. You're the absolute best.
~Allena aka Mrs. Irwin aka Queen Reject ♡