Obsession

20. Fort

Who's ready to see him kick some ass?!

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Xander's POV

"Der. Xa- Wake up. Buddy- Xander. Wake-"

Sirens blared all around me. I snap one eye open then the other, and repeatedly blinked the fatigue away. Police officers and paramedics scour the whole place. I haven't seen much of them in one place since that time.

"Fuck," I cursed when pain hit me hard as if someone were stabbing my skull. My hand instinctively felt the back of my head. There was a large bump. I hissed once there was a particular area that stung. Yup, there's blood.

"HE'S UP!" I winced from Skye's annoying yelling.

"Shut the fuck up for a sec," I grunt sitting up. He ignored it as he helped me up.

"Ellie," I muttered my eyes widening once the memories from earlier felt like someone punched me in the gut. No, actually, I'd rather it be someone cause me physical pain.

"Xander calm down-"

"WHERE THE FUCK IS ELLIE?!" My voice boomed over everyone else's. All attention snapped on me and I couldn't care less.

"Sir, it's best to not put more stress on your body-" one paramedic tried to warn.

"I'll stress the fact that I will kick your ass if you don't mind your god damn business," I snapped. He held his hands up and stumbled away.

"Xander seriously. You have to calm down. Being an asshole won't solve anything," Skye sighed.

"I can't. Ellie is out there, getting hurt by that nut job. And I can't stand not being there to protect her." I slowly walked towards the front door ignoring his pleas. Ignoring all the officers and paramedics berating me, I slipped into my car loving the peaceful silence my headache needed to subside.

The passenger door pops open revealing Skye who frowned deeply. He took a seat and tapped away on his phone.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned.

"I'm here to help you find Ellie," Skye spoke in his as a matter of fact tone. I tapped on the steering wheel waiting for him to do his smart thing with computers. The backdoor flung open breaking the silence once again and in came Logan.

"Don't ask," he grumbled. I shrugged and made eye contact with his blood shot once through the rear view mirror. It's been tough on him lately. With Julia's betrayal and concern for Ellie's safety- the poor guy's been torn.

"Found her," Skye flashed me his phone. I turned the engine on and sped over to the place her phone was located. Hoping she's not badly hurt. I know she'll put up a fight because she's strong. I believe in her.

When I do find Clara and whoever the fuck else is involved, I won't be satisfied until the whole room is painted with their blood and guts. Morbid much? I don't fucking care.

"That's her car," Logan ran over to check but shook his head in disappointment when he found it empty. There was another car parked right beside which Skye took a picture of the license plate. I popped the trunk of my car open to distribute the weapons I kept in case of emergencies. Armed with a fully loaded shotgun, pistol, and a revolver- we head into the warehouse.

"Over here," Skye lead us up the stairs using the slightly dusted steps as a clue of where Clara took my Princess. We made it up and followed hushed whispers which turned to a more audible conversation.

"You'll pay for this," a deep voice sneered. A shuffled noise and loud thump comes right after.

"Didn't your mom ever tell you how cutting people off is rude?" my Princess retorted back with confidence. Relief washes over me. She's fine, safe, and is even kicking butt. We hurried over to where the voices are to see her standing over a man with a broken nose and bruised face. Clara stood far away with her gun aimed at my Princess.