Chapter 7

Ryan:

As Alice was alseep and still was to injured and clueless to answer to me. I was interested in why they wanted Alice and not her father, it is leverage but it was interesting to the efforts put into it. The number of people hunting her I was amazed that many people even worked inside my organization; Then again we really did not interact much.

My chip then vibrates and I see missing photos of alice and her mother. Did they take the mother to if they wanted the king known ass the royal dick named Mark then why didnt they take him. I quickly stood up looking out the window of the hotel room on the top story, to see X they were scanning everyone, Ive never seen this happen before then again 2 extremly important people don't get kidnapped all the time. Not that I took her this time but still. I would have to kill her however if I did not want to be killed.

Alice then jumps up from her laying position forcing me to jump.

"Shut up and go hide somewhere its the X."

She then silently packs herself in the closet of all places me smiling as she does it; you would expect under a bed since she was on it but no.

Knock knock knock "open up we have to do a check."

I then rub my eyes really hard to make me look tired. Then open the door and give a sarcastic look.

"Okay get on with it," I yawn.

The X scans my chip. Then glares over to the bed.

"Whats that?" The X demands.

"Um Im a killer chip thats what."

"I'm doing a visual check."

The x comes in me nervous. It then touches the blood doing a reading of the dna, the Dna then shows up and says "Cynthia Cook". I turn my head sideways in confusion, as that was Alice's blood from her wounds.

"You are supposed to mark your kills don't forget again, you can no longer kill tell the next month." as the X walks out.

I still ponder the question Cynthia Cook, I wait til I no longer hear metal steps anymore then I pull Alice out of the closet.

"Who are you?!?!" I shout.

"I dont know maybe it was a error clearly I'm the one and only Alice Mark," alice struggled to breathe after that sentence.

"Lets look it up then yes?"

"Fine," she exhales.

I search every media platform for the name Cynthia Cook. I get 3 results, baby photos from a really old media site. With a woman holding a baby, and the person holding the baby looks like Alice.

"Oh... Alice I'm sorry."

She looks over at the screen. She shrugs.

"Its a blessing I'm not theirs."

"Did you know?"

"Nope; I just hate my family."

Ive never knew she was not in the same agreements her family was and that was concerning to me, I cant kill her.

Alice:

Cynthia motherfucking Cook is the name. I knew I was nothing like my parents but wow the are shady and dark on so many levels. Its gross really. It did bother me however that even though I was raised by bad people somereason other then how I was raised effected who I was, maybe some truth to Dna to being bad or good; although it did not even mean this is what should have happened.

The second thoughts and adrenline left the pain the brusing started to outvoice anything else.

I then looks over at Ryan seeing him walk back and forth.

"We need to go now."

I then hesitantly slowly got up and he came twards me to help.

"No, I hate it when people try and help me. I don't like being that rich bitch."

God I sounded raspy probably all the damn blood I was breathing out from my bleeding insides. I then remembered me falling from the sky and smiled that I actually did that.

Ryan raised his hands backing off.

"Where to? Also If you wanna help with something water seems nice."

I was able to speak full sentence but it pained me so the rest of the time I nod and look.

There were maybe 30 steps to the first floor, damn this hotel was shitty and I didn't even notice. People definitely have died here. The 30 steps somehow made me tired, It made me feel out of shape but it was just that I fell 200 or 300 feet from the sky.

"We steal another car," says Ryan.

He then does his Fairy fuck magic to the locks again. We were lucky to find so many cars to steal, cars are a rich people thing but at least we drive cars like Merdes, BMW, but they removed the logos because branding is "greed". Didnt change the idea or desire of the car though.

I then look at my reflection in the glass window, seeing how scratched and brused I am; I stupidly try pushing it off with my finger.

"Get in the damn car Cinderella."

Hearing that name made me smile, movies died and no one ever says things like that, its cool when someone cares about the little things that used to make life good, because those people hate the way the world is now.

"I hope you know once you dont dont sound like a smoker I wanna hear your story."

I smiled and nodded.

"Oh and we are going to my friends place."

Mark:

"Sir I know that your day is already horrible as is and we are still driving but a killer chip has confirmed a kill under the name Cynthia Cook."

I don't reply and just at the wall of the amored car. I begin to get news alerts messages I pull the gun out of my bag and shoot straight through my chip. The guards just stare. I then wrap my arm with a cloth the guard passes me. I did not scream nor cry nor care. I want the head of who did this hung on my wall taxidermy style.

"30 more minutes til the bunker, we can patch you up there."

I bite my tongue, if my guards wernt background cleared in a whole ass process I would kill them all to.

Jason:

Photo recived from unkown confirm to veiw. It was a photo of a car with Alice signing her name at the bottom corner.

"Fuck!"

That means her location is back and I won't be the only person trying to find her.

I go into the weapons room, most of the time we used blades, guns were banned we have them of course but you get killed onsite with one.

This time, I did grab a small handgun, machete and knockout gas. I place it all in a bag that was lined with tin foil, tin blocks X-rays and other alarm systems.

My boss then texted me, "go now she is on everyones map now."

Normally I walk the 10 miles to a car spot but I fucking ran, people are going to die tonight, I can just feel it.