You're my everything

It's hard to believe that a duo could have known each other for so long and still be together. Of course, it's not in the way Juno wants. Jervis was her everything..and she's determined to become his.


8. Chapter 8

"Jervis... where are we going?" I inquired nervously. He simply smiled and shook his head.
"You'll see..." He muttered, almost as if he were talking to himself instead of replying to me. I sighed and turned my gaze away from him, out the window of the "borrowed" van. I knew what we were doing, but in all honesty, I wanted to go home. My leg started hurting about an hour ago and I knew that I had to rest it. But no. We had to go get Alice now. Did he even care that my leg was still wounded? 
He parked the van in the alley behind the GCPD, grabbing his pocket watch and checking the time. 
"Soon, Alice, soon." He muttered again. I pursed my lips and grabbed 'Antique.' I don't think I've officially introduced my weapon of choice... antique is my ax. While yes, in this situation an ax would be useless, but you never know when I might need to take a hostage for Jervis. The large building came into view; Jervis had parked the van in the alley next to it, hiding us in plain sight. I pouted as I turned to him.

"Can I stay in the car?" I asked impatiently. He looked at me with wide, confused eyes.

"So you don't want to see my sister and your old friend?" He asked. Guilt had set in and I shook my head.

"Forget I asked." I answered lowly. We got out of the car, thee Tweeds following behind us. I didn't say a word. He handed one of them a tape recorder, giving them explicit directions to play it once inside. I clutched onto Antique's handle, wanting to swing it at random, but held back. Not only did I not want to be here, but I was bored. Very, very bored. My directions were the same as usual. 'Stay by me.' He would tell me, leading me to believe he actually cared for my safety. In reality, however, I was his last resort if things were to go wrong. Take out as many people as possible while he got away with her, give my life if I had to. I didn't want to have to do that. I wanted to stay with him, but if it meant he would live, I'd gladly take another bullet.

Inside the dim-lit building, people were rushing around. Cops, witnesses, you name it. Some cops sat at desks while numerous secretaries approached them with papers. Most of the noise there was composed of shuffling papers, walking, and the low roar of voices. One of the Tweeds placed the recorder on the desk and hit play, while another stood on a desk and acted as if he were trying to get them riled up. Circus noises filled the intercoms and silenced the main room. It wasn't too long before Jervis's voice overpowered the music.

The Tweeds began to attack people, as a diversion, giving Jervis and I enough time to get to the back of the GCPD. From afar, you could see the door to the interrogation room open slightly, that's when Jervis sped up. I followed his actions, picking up my pace as well. I kept my gaze down, however, trying to avoid Alice's gaze when she sees us both once again. Based off of what happened the other night, I don't think she really wants to see us, but if I even hint at this in the slightest, Jervis would get mad at me and not talk to me for the rest of the night.  Jervis cut off Jim's path, Alice cowering behind the ex-cop.

  "Hello, sis." He greeted calmly. Jim pointed his gun at Jervis, making me feel uneasy. I brought Antique up, clutching the handle in both hands now. Alice moved back farther.

  "You both know you can't kill me." Jervis taunted, smirking slightly. I moved forward to take my rightful place next to him.

  "Not until I remove that nagging little impulse I planted." He was now full-on smiling. I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking that maybe he was referring to me when he said that they couldn't kill him, now I felt stupid and disappointed.

  "Turn around. Hands in the air." Jim instructed. Jervis did so, but I stayed put. I had to be ready. He looked at me, pointing the gun at me.

  "Put the ax down." He commanded. I was about to say something but Jervis had interrupted, simply dangling his pocket watch. Jim visibly tensed at this, his eyes looking to the side, where Alice hid in the corner.

  "Alice, go." Jim told her. She didn't hesitate, running off as soon as those words left his mouth. I wasn't sure what to do. Did I go after her? Did I stay with Jervis? Jervis smiled, there was an echoed thud from within the room followed by Alice saying 'no.' I looked behind me to see that the Tweeds had caught her.

"Goodbye, Mr. Gordon." He stated simply as Jim began to turn the gun on himself. Jervis turned.

  "I doubt I'll be seeing you again." He said as we began to walk off. Alice was struggling with the two Tweeds who were left, saying things like 'let me go' and 'get off of me.' I sighed as I watched them take her outside, she was still screaming for Jim to save her. They put her into the van, allowing Jervis and I to climb into the back with her as the two Tweeds took the driver and passenger seats. I sat next to Alice while Jervis sat across from her, he dug into one of the bags next to him, I had no clue what was in it, and he didn't show us what it was. As soon as he realized that it was in there, he simply stared at us with a smile. I had put on a fake smile, trying to be supportive.

  "Isn't this wonderful, Juno? We have Alice back! It'll be just like old times." My smile faded at this as I remembered what it was like with Alice. It was nothing like the past couple weeks. Back then I was friendzoned, hell, it might have even been worse than that. We had finally established that we wanted something more and it wasn't just me. We were going to be together... and he wanted to go back to the way things were? There was an instant heavy feeling from within my chest and my eyes filled with tears. Maybe we weren't meant to be.

  It didn't take long for us to get to the abandoned, in-door amusement park. Jervis got out first before the Tweeds dragged Alice out of the van, I sat there for a few moments trying to regain my composure. As I finally entered the building, I heard yelling.

  "I'm not changing in front of you!" I recognized her voice and rushed up the stairs. Jervis held out a blue frilled dress with a frilled apron. I realized what he was trying to do. I grabbed the dress from him and looked over at her with a sympathetic smile.

"Jervis, you need to give her space. If you don't want her to escape, I'll stay. But you seriously can't expect her to change in front of two mysterious men." I told him. He nodded with a sigh, turning around and making his way down the stair, the Tweeds not far behind. I sighed, dropping my hands, the dress barely skimming the ground. I then approached Alice, who stood in the corner of the room.

  "Please." I uttered. She stepped forward, slowly approaching me.

  "Why are you helping him? After all the things he did to you-"

  "What did he do to me? Why do you assume he did something to me? I made this decision on my own, I wanted to help him." I snapped. She backed away slightly. I was losing it again, I placed Antique on the table, being careful not to knock over any of the teacups or teapots.

  "What I meant to say was that I have my own free will, I can do whatever I want and it was my choice to help him." I stated calmly, my eyes closed, the dress clutched in my hands tightly. I looked over at her once more, she took the dress out of my hands and began to undress, I turned around of course.

  "He's manipulating you." She said. My jaw tightened as I gnawed at the inside of my cheek.

  "What makes you think that?" I inquired in a snarky tone.

  "He's been leading you on. I see the way you look at him. There's no way he can't see it, too." She told me. At this point the tears had started and I couldn't control the shakiness of my voice.

  "He loves me." I told her. She shook her head, reaching for the white tights on the chair.

  "He wants you to think he does." She pushed. I turned around not caring if she was dressed or not. I pointed an accusing finger at her.

  "What do you know? Huh? For all I know, you could be trying to get between us!" I accused. She stared at me, a bewildered look on her face.

  "I'm trying to help you, Juno. He'll just hurt you in the end." She looked away, grabbing the dress and pulling it over her head. I was fuming, he wouldn't dare try to hurt me, he promised. But curiosity got the best of me.

  "What do you mean?" I asked cautiously, genuinely interested. She sighed, sitting down on the chair near the clock in the front of the room.

  "He never told you about what he did to me?" She asked. I shook my head. She sighed, tears welling up in her eyes.

  "He used to fill my head with these thoughts..." She trailed off. I pulled up a chair from the other side and sat down, leaning forward, quite interested in her story.

  "Awful thoughts. Things he shouldn't have been thinking of." I was still lost, but I was sure she'd continue.

  "Juno... you don't get it, do you?" She asked bluntly. I shook my head. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, telling me the things he'd try to get her to do. My eyes widened and I shook my head vigorously.

  "He would never." I said in a tone barely above a whisper. She arched an eyebrow.

"You're lying!" I accused, raising my voice again as I jumped to my feet, the chair falling to the ground with a loud thump.

  "You sound just like him." She said in a disappointed tone. I blinked back tears.

  "Why would he..." I trailed off, trying to process this new information. She simply shook her head. As if on cue, Jervis walked back into the room, rope in hand. I took shallow breaths as I watched him walk across the room.

  "You even got her to sit down, I am so proud of you, Juno!" He exclaimed. I looked over at Alice with wide eyes as he bent down to tie her to the chair. I shook my head once again; it was in a way that only she would be able to tell I was shaking my head. It was my way of telling her that I wasn't trying to do that.

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