Stock·holm syn·drome
noun
feelings of affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.
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Meet Selena, college graduate, your average girl. She had a normal life with lots of deaths in it but I'll let her...
Once there was no more people outside, I look back at Harry but he's not there. Oh my god, what am I gonna do. I don't have any more bullets in the chamber, I'm done.
"It's ok Selena, calm down!" I panic as I run back over to the cabinet but there's nothing in it.
His office! He has guns in the drawers of his desk! I dash over there and hurriedly look through the drawers, shaking and my eyes becoming watery. "Where is it!!" I scream and continue looking for it all throughout his office.
I come across a couple things that can be somewhat useful but not a gun, nor bullets that fit in the chamber.
"What are you looking for darling?!" I hear a deep voice behind me, his voice laced with wicked intentions.
I turn around slowly, "nothing" I say before bolting away only for him to catch me at the exit.
"You're not going anywhere!" He grins evilly at me, grabbing my jaw roughly.
I try to kick him in his crotch but he jolts and pushes me against the wall, "You dumb bitch!" He yells in my face and wraps his hands around my neck, squeezing it and lifting me up.
I cough and cough and he just grins, all the air has been taken from me and I no longer feel in control of my breathing. I clawed at him but his grip only became tighter, I could feel my life slipping away from me.
I felt really unconscious but I can't give up....I remember. With all the little strength I had in me I pull out the knife I found and slice it deeply across his neck.
I fall down onto the floor, gasping for air. I look back up and see gushes of his blood spewing out of his neck. Before I know it he falls down on the floor, his blood still spilling out, some of it hitting me. I crawl away from him and begin to regain myself. Making sure I was ok before going back to him and checking him if he had a weapon, luckily enough, he did.
I grabbed both of his guns and stood up, I look back down, look what I'm capable of.
I rush out the room, the noise in the house has not changed.
"Selena! Selena!" Harry screams from ahead and runs to me.
He grabs my head abruptly and kisses me, "Why did you leave me!" , "I hate you" I said in between kisses
"I'm so stupid", he said gasping.
(I'm thinking it looks like this titanic scene 😛)
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"Selena, we'll be able to kill all of them if we work quickly and closely" I nod. He motions me to follow him and I do.
"Three...Two...one!" We fire and keep it going until Harry gets shot in his arm causing him to slow down but he yells at me to not.
My breathing is really uneasy right now, I'm shaking, I didn't sign up for this.
After taking out all of them from below, I grab Harry and pull him away from the stairs balcony. "Does it hurt a lot?" I ask him, panicking as per usual.
"Nothing new, I'm ok I just need something to wrap it up" I nod and look around to see if I find something but nothing is here. I run into our room and get a muscle shirt out, ripping it in half. I go back to Harry and wrap it around him quickly.
"Selena I think we killed them all but I'm not 100 percent sure" he whispers, I grab one of the guns and look over the balcony. The sound in the house is completely silent, I see one guy looking around, I grab my gun and shoot him. I still look around but I don't see anything.
"It's clear"
I crawl back over. I sit next to him, our backs against the wall and my head laying on his shoulder. We just sit there silently, completely shaken up.
"What's gonna happen now?"
I hate myself 😭 I'm sorry for not updating in a longggg time I literally have no excuse besides being on writers block. Anyways hopefully you liked this chapter!
