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You Were Always Mine

Chapter 11

Ashley rubbed his throbbing head. "Where in hell am I?" He thought out loud. Then he remembered that someone had knocked him out. If he had been knocked out, they could've hurt Genieve.
He tried getting up but was gently pushed down.
"Shh. Don't get up." Daved warned.
"Daved, what are you doing?" Ashley asked confusedly.
"Genieve dragged me here. One moment I was in the bar, the next, I was here."
"Wait, our Genieve did this? Genieve, your sister?" It didn't make sense. How could he be knocked out by someone so teensy?
"No. Genieve, the 6 ft 4 cross-dressing sumo wrestler. Yes, Genieve my sister, idiot." His French accent made the sentence even sassier.
"You know a 6 ft 4 cross-dressing sumo wrestler?" Ashley frowned.
"She hit you a little too hard, though clearly not hard enough to knock any sense into you." Daved drawled.
Ashley tried to get up again but fell. "I said you shouldn't get up." Daved sighed.
Ashley admitted defeat and lay on the icy cracked concrete.
The door screamed as it was opened.
Genieve pointed the gun at Ashley. "Move and I blow your pretty face off your shoulders." She warned. Her accent sounded different. It wasn't really from anywhere. It was an odd mix of every accent, kinda unnerving. "Get up." She snapped at Daved.
“Well, I’m not sure about my face off my shoulders, but I know what you can blow.” Ashley flirted from the floor.
“Play your cards right and I may.” She purred. “Out the room, Daved.” She ordered, gun trained on Ashley. She grabbed Daved by the hair and pulled him from the room, his yells of pain ricocheting down the corridor like a shot bouncing between bulletproof panels.

*****

“That went well, sister. You think he bought me being on his side?” Daved asked, unharmed.
“I think we are ready to skip right to stage 2.” She decided, noting it on Daved’s Windows phone/tracker. All their files were on there.
“Are you sure that’s such a good idea? Skipping a whole phase?”
“Yes. We need to accelerate the plans and get out. Gerard suspects nothing, but he will eventually. I didn’t factor in the possibility of having smart police for once.”
“You’re attracted to him.” He observed.
“He is cute…” She admitted.
“You can’t have him. There’s no sport in him. He’d break the second you drilled his kneecaps. And he’s too old.”
“He’ll surprise you. I think he has spirit, one that’s difficult to break. Whatever we do, we need to be wary of him. He may be a vital player.” She warned as she threw the knife, imbedding it in the centre of a photograph of Ashley.

Notes

Sorry I've not updated in forever. I've had the writer's block from hell for a month! I've only written like 2 chapters of an MCR fic on quotev last month. I just haven't felt the writer feel. -_-
Anyway, I'm away for 2 weeks now so I'll try to update when possible. I'm actually going to France (then Belgium, Germany, and on to The Czech Republic) so it will help me get more in touch with this story.
Thanks for your patience with me and I'm sorry this was mostly dialogue. Action in the next chapter... hehehe 3:)

Comments

@just_another_outcast
I'm glad! I'll try and keep it up, just the past year has been mad for me and I'm behind at school atm so writing is really helping me release stress. It's good to know I have you as a loyal reader. xx You guys keep me going.

Omg two updates in the span of a week without an update for months! You've made me the happiest girl alive :)

@TheBunnyRegimeQueen
I will always keep reading!!! Please update more if you can :)

@just_another_outcast
Omg i didn't even think i had readers still so I stopped updating! you made me so happy!!! ^-^

Yay an update!!!