I know fifteen languages, I have twenty-seven identities, and know how to kill a man thirty-two different ways with my bare hands. So how did I run into you? How out of all six billion people in the world did we cross paths? You know me from school, I know you for being in One Direction. So leave me when you can, Zayn Malik, because I'm the world's most wanted secret agent and I'm only nineteen. But before you go, I want you to kiss me but I need you to Baise-Moi.

*Ages +15* **Some words are in French, you can use Google Translate for translation purposes**


13. A Scratch That Needs Stitches

"Stay with me, Giselle," I heard Zayn's voice. He must be carrying me in his arms as lights flashed by my closed eyes. 

I couldn't remember anything. It just kept getting dark, until I was in a dark room that had no door, no windows for my escape. 

I heard mutters, murmurs, but I didn't know who was saying them, but I could feel a hard metal table below me. Zayn's arms had vanished. 

My eyelids were forced open as a bright light was flashed at my irises. Suction cups were placed on my body as needles prodded in my skin. 

"Her eyes are dilated," someone said. "What's your name, sweetie?"

"G-Giselle Claudeta," I said.

"What's wrong with her? Why won't you tell me anything?!" A familiar voice. Zayn? 

"Sir, please. You need to go out to the waiting room." That must be a nurse trying to push him out of some room. This room. 

I opened my eyes and started to sit up. 

"Whoa. Ma'am please lay back down," said a nurse as she lightly pushed on my shoulders. I began to get dizzy and maybe I should be laying down but where's Zayn? 

"Zayn?" I breathed his name. 

I caught a glance at him and his eyes started to relax as he stepped past the nurse that tried to make him leave. He walked closer to me and held onto my hand. 

"What happened?" I asked him, trying to overcome the stars that appeared in my vision. 

"American," he said and it was like it all flushed back to me. Alessandra, the knife....I touch the wound that crossed over my eyebrow, wow, my arms were heavy. That means one thing. 

"The knife," I started as I held onto Zayn's arms. He was supporting me. "It was...poisoned." 

"What?" Zayn's eyes grew wide, and all the doctors and nurses stopped what they were doing and stared at me. 

"Do you know what poison?" Zayn kept his eyes locked on mine. 

"Yea," I looked down and I begun to grow unstable, my muscles giving out beneath me. I held tighter onto him. "It's atropine, a muscle relaxer."

"That would explained the dilated irises," said a nurse. 

"It's just a muscle relaxer?" 

"Not a good muscle relaxer," I replied. 

"How in the hell were you effected with atropine through a cut? It's an oral medication," said a doctor as he stood beside me. 

I was quickly loosing consciousness again. I need to tell them. "What I say does not leave this room. I work for the English Parliament, I'm a undercover secret agent. So, doctor, that atropine comes in large quantities of liquid poison. It works fast and if I don't get physostigmine soon my lungs will stop working."

He nodded and quickly went to retrieve the bottle of--in my case--miracle pills.


"Physostigmine," I said back to Zayn. "It's an antidote." The stars begun to reform in my eyesight and I tried to hold onto him but I couldn't. 

Instead I fell back onto the hard table and it was like a strobe light was imprinted underneath my eyelids. My body shook uncontrollably and I could slowly feel my lungs closing in and down.

Zayn's POV 

"Giselle!" I yelled as her body started to move, violently. "What the fuck is going on?!" 

"She's going through shock. Get her on her side!" The doctor yelled as he rushed back to her side. I held onto her hand as her body slowly calmed. The doctor opened her mouth and placed a pill on her tongue. "Giselle I need you to swallow." 

Her eyes were wide and very dilated, as her eyes were almost black. My hand grew tighter around hers. Why was the antidote taking so long. 

I closed my eyes just for a second, trying to make the tears vanish. I don't know how I could loose this girl. She was strong and invincible. She was Giselle Claudeta for fuck's sake. She was going to surpass this, she was going--.

She inhaled loudly. Like she was an awakening Snow White. 

"Welcome back Giselle," said the doctor with a smile. "Now would you like to tell how to bandage this scratch that needs stitches?" 

"Peroxide," she breathed. "Wash it out with peroxide then stitches...."

She slowly fell back into a slumber. "Why does she keep doing this?!" 

"It's part of the drug. It's a muscle relaxer and she's been exposed to large amounts of it. It's hard for her just to talk normally and too stay awake is near to impossible," said the doctor as a nurse helped him clean out the wound above her eye. 

They begun to stitch the wound without her waking at all. This was going to be a very long night in the hospital. 

And it was only just beginning. 

I hope you enjoyed!! PS the poison that was used on Giselle is real and the antidote is true. 

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much love, Morgan!! 

ALSO! I've been getting requests for a 'fan mail' address! I didn't think I was THAT popular but here's the address:

Morgan Rory, PO Box 291, Fredericksburg, PA 17026, USA

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