"So you have no idea what you're doing?!" He looked at me like I was crazy.
"No," I admitted, "but I do know that what they are doing is wrong, and you do not deserve to die. Now are you coming with me or not?" I held my hand out to him hoping he'd take it as I scanned the area for other agents.
He ducked quickly as a bullet flew past us and grabbed my hand.
"Well I take that as a yes," I chuckled.
"Why are they trying to kill me? I don't even know these people. I don't know you."
"Not too long ago I was trying to kill you too," I chuckled and he didn't join in, "Sorry," I sobered. "You're Stockholm."
"Stockholm?" He looked so utterly confused. "I'm from Sweden?"
"No, after the syndrome."
"I'm sorry- what?"
"Stockholm Syndrome. Where people who have been kidnapped begin to sympathize with and even go as far as to protect their kidnappers. You're a failed government experiment. You need to be eliminated. The family you were with from when you were a baby was supposed to kill you once it became obvious you failed. They didn't and now they're dead. The government has decided you need to join them."
That's the shortest way for me to sum up the shit show that is this man's life. There's so much more to it and he has absolutely no idea.
"I'm Hope by the way," I smiled, "It's the only thing stronger than fear."
"I-I'm an... experiment?"
"Ye- DUCK!" I ordered and stood up and fired my gun just in time. Never in a million years did I see myself doing this shit.
Everything starts inside.