The only Hope

Hope’s pov:

A sharp pain in my head woke me up. Shit… Where was I? I fucked up, didn’t I… I opened my eyes and found myself in a bed. I saw the guy with the mask sitting in front of me. He was asleep, but his gun was in his hands. Now everything came back. The mass destruction of the building where Korse kept me hostage, the redhead, the blonde guy, the one with the weird hair… And this guy.

This guy… He knocked me out! I remember what happened, you asshole!

I tried to sit up, but my hand got caught on some cold, metal piece and I immediately fell back down, on, just my luck, my damaged arm, the one that I hurt really badly when falling onto shards of glass. I screamed on the top of my lungs, which obviously woke up the asshole. He stood up and ran towards me.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

I looked at him with disbelief. Why does he care? He… He hurt me. I turned my head the other way.

“Where does it hurt, can you answer me please?” He looked worried.

Suddenly the door swung open and the rest of the group barged in. The asshole kept on asking me the same questions, ignoring the other three guys.

“What happened? Just tell me!” Now I got angry.

“Stop acting like you FUCKING CARE! You knocked me out, you fucking…” I got interrupted by the blonde guy. He was laughing.

“You attack us first, hit us, throw glass in my face and now you are whining about being knocked out? You deserved it if you ask me.”

“Mikey, out.” The red haired guy pointed at the door. He had a small wound on his head, my work.

So his name was Mikey… I watched him as he left the room, angrily. Everybody was looking now. I took this opportunity to look at what had caught my arm. Handcuffs!? No… No! Not again.

I completely panicked. “You… You handcuffed me to the bed!? No! Just… stop!” I kicked and pulled as much as I could, before I had to stop. I was in way too much pain and in a way too bad condition to fight my way out of this one. Tears fell down my cheeks again.

“Look, we only want to talk to you. We won’t hurt you, just trust me.” The asshole on the side of my bed gave me a worried look, again. Almost pathetic.

“Stop fucking pretending! Just get it over with or fuck off!” I sobbed and I buried my face in my handcuffed arm.

“What are you talking about? We really don’t understand what you’re saying!” The guy with the afro now walked up to me. I tried to move away from the men.

“Let’s just leave her alone for now, guys.” The red haired man pulled the two creeps away from the bed.

“What did we do?” The small one asked. I noticed he was so tiny, now that he was standing next to the other two guys.

“This is not about you in particular, she’s just scared shitless, so we’re going to leave her now.” I heard him whisper.

“Fair enough.” The two left the room. The red haired guy turned around and bent over to meet my face. I started panting, because I thought he was going to hurt me. But instead, he spoke. Loud and clear.

“Look, I don’t know you and you don’t know us, but you better fix your language! It was my idea to bring you here, I practically saved you from being on your own, starving to death there or getting killed, got it? The others think you’re trouble, so I took a huge risk bringing you here. But for now: just put up with us, change your attitude or get the fuck out.”

I held my breath as he came closer, but then I realized what he was doing. He untied me from the bed and took the handcuffs with him as he was on his way to the door. He turned around one last time.

“We are not going to hurt you, just take that from me.” He must have noticed me panicking. “We took care of your wounds and everything, I got my brother mad as hell at me for taking you here, I’m bringing the others in danger, because we don’t know who you are exactly… Just show some gratitude.” He sighed. “But for now… Just get some rest.” He then left the room.

I rubbed the sore spots on my wrists and thought about what the red haired guy said. Brother? Everything was so confusing. I looked down and realized I was dressed in clean clothes, my wounds were all cleaned and some of them were even stitched… So it’s true, they really did take care of me, in a good way. But trusting them? No way. They said and I quote: “No survivors.” To me that still sounds like they are going to kill me. But why all this effort? I really don’t know what to think anymore, but my head told me to get the hell out of here.

I tried to get up, but everything was too sore. I touched the back of my head and found my headache’s origin. I moaned, only then realizing Mikey was looking at me. We stared at each other for a moment. He then walked into the room.

“I don’t fear you, with or without handcuffs. Just don’t make my brother regret what he has done and ís doing for you, because if you do… I swear I’ll make you beg for your death.”

My eyes widened, his threat hit me like a brick. So the redhead is his brother? Well now I get why he is all pissed… I fucking pointed a gun at his family member!

“I…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. He wouldn’t hear it and walked out of the room like I wasn’t even there anymore.

Well, he wants me dead for sure, but the others said they wouldn’t hurt me… Confused as I was, I was alone now. Untied, free! But sore as hell, I couldn’t move… I decided to take the redhead up on his offer and I fell asleep.

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