“I mean it Nat…..stop……”

 

 

 

I pull her hands off of me. I get up check my bandage. I look like I have been in a car wreck.

 

 

 

“You have….it was the only way to get you away from it all…”

 

 

 

She does that.

 

 

 

“What did you do?”

 

 

 

“I used a rocket propelled grenade…..”

 

 

 

“I know that Nat…Where is Shane…..if you’ve fucking killed her…I swear to god you are next!”

 

 

 

“Carmen please…calm down…..I know how you feel about her. I would never harm her…..she is just as you described. Did you know that she talks in her sleep?”

 

 

 

Fuck.

 

 

 

This is so fucking stupid. I wonder if we are off the grid?

 

 

 

“Yeah…so where….is she?”

 

 

 

“She is fine. She talks about you….to God of all things in her sleep……its charming you know?”

 

 

 

“Nat….please…ok….Shane is dying. If she dies….”

 

 

 

“You are in love with her. She is in love with you….I am on Pavel’s pathetic list…as are you. Your beloved was going to murder you and me in cold blood.”

 

 

 

“Shane wasn’t going to kill me. But she will kill you. You have no idea what she is capable of.”

 

 

 

“Oh I know. I know very well. I’ve seen.”

 

 

 

“So what is this all about anyway?”

 

 

 

No exit.

 

 

 

 Everything was either bolted or armed with trip wire. From the sound of the wind and the current of the waves I would say we are blocked off from all sides by a large body of water. Heavy boots pace back and forth on this floor and north and south on floor below. Shane better be alright.

 

 

 

“This is about what I can do for you. This about what you can do for me and for Shane. This is about a new promise.”

 

 

 

She wants me to fucking choose.

 

 

 

Shane’s life for mine with hers.

 

 

 

 At Survivalism training they taught us never to get emotionally involved. Never to think about love or even vengeance. Lust and passion might as well have been waste on the side of a road. Better to die the Master Chief said as we crawled though broken glass and mud. Getting personal is the equivalent to eating poison.

 

 

  

“Better to die you lazy fucking maggots.”

  

 

 

It’s why I’ve never told Shane how I feel. It’s why I had a fling with Natasi. It’s why I know we are all going to die here. I can’t do what she wants me to. So Shane will get free and kill her but not before she kills me. And suddenly everything they said was true and I hate Bette and Tina even more. Why did they get to go home and live normal contented lives?

 

 

I stop myself. I really know the answer to that and it has something to do with death and blood….I am distracted. Natasi and her creamy skin and warm breath is lounging all languid and naked, one leg playfully swirling calling me over to her. Soft pink lips, blonde silky hair, blue eyes, she’s magic and I really wanna fucking hate her. She is like magic. All this is happening because of a bad choice.

 

 

An imperative no one will understand.

 

 

 

Shane better get here quick.

 

 

 

My clothes are off before I can even blink. She pulls me towards her. Her skin is so perfect. Not a scratch or cut or bruise or burn, no scars, a body so unlike Shane….and mine. Her skill as a killer was so much better, she is so smart and warm….I hate giving her control….but I don’t know how to take it. Her fingers are warm, her tongue is warm, and the soft crush of her breasts against mine….its like fucking magic…..she whispers in my ear.

 

 

 

“I killed him for you…my sweet….”

 

 

 

“……..um….kill……….”

 

 

 

“I love the way you taste.”

 

 

  

  

  

TBC…..