Jaxson looks at Nat unimpressed. “Man, this isn’t what I thought. I can’t—”
“Can! You can!” Nat yells back. “Why the fuck they chose you to be one of the potential Alphas, I have no clue, but you’re just a pussy! I would have killed her three times over by now!”
I breathe deeply, assured that she is still alive, but now find myself in the same situation I was before. One person versus two large football players. All my time in boxing, I never practiced how to take on two opponents at the same time.
Nat lowers the camera and takes out a large blade from inside his grey cloak. Holding the knife side downwards and gripping it from its black heel, he pushes it into Jaxson’s chest. “Take it. Now! We still have a chance at winning this.”
“We?” Jaxson says back with intensity in his voice. “I’m going to be the Alpha, not you.”
“Whatever, we can help each other out. We won’t do shit if you don’t finish this.”
Jaxson sighs. “You don’t think I hear the rumors from the other members. They tell me shit. They say that the only reason you’re helping me with this is not because we are part of a team and all that bullshit like you told me. They say you think I am too dumb to realize you’re playing me. They tell me that you think you can be the real Alpha while making me do whatever you want!”
“Jax!”
Jaxson shoves Nat back. He trips over a rock and lands closer to me, dropping the knife. I move my head back behind the tree and hope I am not noticed.
“Do you want me to kill her?” Nat says, still on the ground. “I can do it, man. I will just turn on he camera after and do it. You have some of her blood on your hands when I turn the camera back on, and who will question it? You can still be Alpha, without doing the dirty work. Did you hear what I said, you can be the Alpha, not me.”
“Pick up the knife, and get up,” Jaxson yells back.
Without thinking I jump out from behind the tree, while Nat is standing back up. The blade is firmly in Nat’s hand. Nat’s eyes widen when he notices me running at him. I lunge towards him, and he whips the blade through the air towards me. I manage to duck under it, and tackle him to the ground, landing powerful punches to his face. Nat stops moving, and I look out at Jaxson, but he is already beside me and shoves me hard off Nat.
I stand up, and our eyes meet.
Nat is groaning on the ground and curling into a ball, the blade beside his body. Jaxson spots me looking at the knife that is closer to him than me. Our eyes meet again.
“Your call Jax,” I say to him playfully. “You and your broken friend can just leave, or…”
Jaxson narrows his gaze at me. His eyes are intense and full of rage. He has no intentions of backing down I realize immediately.
I look behind him at the motionless Elle, still laid out on the ground. She almost looks like how I imagine Sleeping Beauty would.
I quickly look back at Jaxson and meet his eyes with the same intensity. “Fuck it, let’s do this!”
Chapter 2
Elle
Sunlight through cloth drapes hits me like a bag of bricks. I stretch my arms out and feel light fabric between my fingers.
I slowly open my eyes to a dark room, only illuminated from the sun outside. I am in a queen-sized bed that’s seen better days. The sheets have a strange odor to them, as if they have not been washed in years. The room is painted in a light-yellow color, that may have been a children’s room at some time. With some of the paint scratched off, and what looks like a beer bottle smashed against one side of the wall, it’s certainly not anymore.
The only thing I am sure about is that I’ve never been in this room before in my life.
A quick thump in my skull causes me to put my hands to the sides of my head with constant pressure. I feel like my head is about to explode. I notice I am wearing the same slim dress I had on before.
I slight breeze comes through an open window, tossing the stained cloth drapes. I sit up in the bed, and my foot hits something that sounds like tin. I look down, and a bucket is placed at the side of the bed.
Another eruption inside my head between my eyes causes me to almost yell out in pain.
I come to my senses and realize I am in a room I’ve never been before and feel like complete shit. The last thing I remember was Jaxson holding me, and a voice that sounded like…Nathanial Price?
The bedroom door is closed, and I stare at it intensely.
Wherever I am, and who ever took me here could have heard me hit the tin bucket.
I look at the doorknob, expecting it to start to moving. I wait several moments, holding my breath, but nothing happens, and I breathe out slowly.
I notice my cell phone on top of a nightstand beside the bed. I grab it, but it only has less than three percent left on it. I have a ton of missed messages. I think about calling 911 but decide to save my battery and turn off my phone. I am going to need all the battery life I can muster when I call the police.
I stand up quietly. Across from the bed is the words ‘FUCK
