Alex

*I freeze at the door of the truck*

What is it? *voice sharp*

no...no...no..no! NO! *I scream sprinting to the pasture of a outline laying down*

Prove it. *throws her against the wall* Kill someone for me.

Can I eat them after?

Eat them? *eyes narrow dangerously* You really are a freak.

Get out. *wraps his arms around her tightly, voice muffled against her hair* All of you. Now.

*they leave with smirks*

*holds her tighter* I almost lost you. *voice cracks* My God...

*tears filling her eyes* I told you. I'd never leave you.

I... *steps back, running a hand through his hair* I didn't know.

*voice breaking* seven years, Alex. Seven years of thinking you hated me.

The Crimson Syndicate. *his fist clenches, knuckles white* They're dead. All of them.

I'm so sorry alex *her voice cracks*

*jaw tightens* Save your tears. *turns away sharply* They don't change what happened.

but-*the other guy was still standing there*

*glances at the man with disdain* He means nothing. *grabs her wrist* Now.

*she walks with u*

*he stops right in front of you and grabs your arm*

what the hell

*he pulls you close to him and whispers in your ear* "I know what you're up to, and I will not let you get away with it."

*eyes flash dangerously* Then carry this.

*looks at the gun, then at him* Alex... *voice softer* I don't need this.

*sets the gun on the bench between them* Take it or don't. But if you don't come back from Paris... *voice goes quiet, deadly* I'll burn it all down looking for you.

*He straightens up, ignoring the blood dripping down his neck. His eyes are black pits of rage.* You just signed your death warrant. *He turns to his men.* Kill the other three. I want her alive.

dont.

*A slow, cruel smile spreads across his bloody face.* Don't what? *He gives a sharp nod to his men.* Kill them.