Chapter 22

Kaylin's P.O.V

My head was throbbing and my throat felt like the desert, I woke up in a dark room. My hands were tied together at the back of the wooden chair that I am being strapped to and my mouth was being taped to prevent me from yelling for help. It was pitch dark and all I could make out from the room after looking around intently for a minute or so was that this house is like a cabin or some sort, the floor is made of wood and the place isn't considered very big, maybe about the size of 10 toilet cubicles added up together. I heard footsteps approaching and pretended to be unconscious, the footsteps were getting closer and closer and soon the door creaked open.

Having been trained since young I could easily tell by the sound of the footsteps that there are 3 guys, and 1 of them has an injured leg.

"Take the stuff out and try it on her." The deep and low voice sends chills down my spine as though I've just heard the devil himself spoke.

"Got it." The other 2 guys spoke. I wanted to peep to see what were they talking about and try what on me. . . Before I even know what was about to happen, I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my neck, the two guys just injected something into me, it made my body felt extremely cold and I felt my strength disappearing bit by bit, my hopes of escaping after they left was dashed, once again I was consumed by darkness.

Kelly's P.O.V

Currently saving Kaylin was the most important thing to me, father can blacklist or blame me all he wants later on for not completing the task he had given me in the time given, all I want now is for Kaylin to be safe. . .

I've finally calmed down enough to look through those documents on who the target is going to be.

Name: Alvin Hartgrove

Age: 18

Studies at Woodgrove

Info: his father owns woodgrove but besides a few staff knowing about it no one else knows.

Hangout spots: in the woods located at. . .

At the bottom is a picture of a map filled with large red X all over indicating places he tends to hang out around. I just hope with all this information I will be able to take him out by this week as the information might seem a lot but in actual fact, it really isn't all I hope is to be able to have Kaylin back safe and sound.

Making my way to the equipment room I opened the door and went in to prepare the tools I need. Once the door was opened it revealed tons of different guns, daggers, whips and all sorts of unimaginable weapons a 17-year-old girl could ever have. I, of course, took my all-time favorite chain whip or as Chinese people like to call it Jiujiebian (nine section whip) it is a segmented metal chain whip, I've also taken a pocket pistol as well as some bullets for emergencies and last but not least a small dagger with the Chessity family crest on carved into the handle of the dagger. It was placed properly into the shaft and I kept it strapped to the back of my thigh so if I engaged in any fights it is more convenient.

Once I'm done I was ready to get it done and over with.

"Kaylin, wait for me, I will surely save you. . ." That was all I could mumble to myself before getting out of the house.

Alvin's P.O.V

After driving for 3 hours, we've finally reached our destination, Ricky was awake by now and Ryder seems to have switched on his serious mode. We've got down the car and walked towards the small cottage, it is located by the roadside which is weird and there were no other houses nearby besides flowers all around the cottage and animals, there was also the long road we just came from and the path continues on leading to nowhere. . .

The cottage looks run down and lifeless from the exterior, it was covered with wildflowers growing all over the roof and there were weeds growing all around it. I pushed the gates hard thinking that it will be tough to get it to open but once I've exerted just a tiny bit of strength on it, it came crumbling down and broke.

"Shit. . . " I was stunned, I quickly tried to fix it back but it kept falling to the side. Ricky and Ryder did not know what to do as well so they simply watched me with a weird expression plastered on their faces.

"What are you both looking at, I will just pay them later on," I growled as I was getting frustrated with the spoilt gate. I placed the spoilt gate at the side and continued on into the cottage, once we've reached the door I knocked twice but no one answered.

"Hello is anyone there?" Ryder went over to the closed window and shouted hoping the person in it will hear him. A few minutes passed but nothing, no one opened the door for us leaving us standing awkwardly outside the door. I knocked a few more times but still nothing, my frustration gage was getting filled at a faster rate and I couldn't take it any longer so I did the only other possible thing I can do, I kicked the door down. Both Ryder and Ricky stared at me with wide eyes and a flabbergasted look.

"What? Anyways I have to pay for the gate, so why not just let me pay for a door?" I said matter-of-factly.

Both of them thought for it for a while and felt it was reasonable and didn't say anything else. We've looked into the cottage and was met with a grotesque sight, there was burnt marks everywhere and it looks as though the whole house was caught in a fire but weirdly the house has not been burnt down yet, looking at the degrees of burnt marks all over the interior of the house it should have crumbled and not been able to stand. . .

"Al, I think you can save your money," Ryder said while looking around the house, it looks like he is right as no one was around and the place was totally empty and lacking any life.

"It looks like the person I am looking for is dead if she was caught in this fire she is surely dead. I guess this is a wasted trip after all." I sighed and went out of the house with Ryder and Ricky following behind, once we got onto the car I started the car engine and drove back to the pack house, it looks like I have to get my information somewhere else now. . .

Ricky went back to sleep with his anti-Ryder earpiece plugged in, but surprisingly Ryder did not make any sound. I turned around to look at him wondering what miraculous thing happened that caused him to shut up for once. The sight in front of me cause me to not know whether to laugh or cry, Ryder was hugging onto a small plush toy, it was covered in ashes and stains but he was hugging it as though it is his treasure.

"Ryder what have you got there? Why are you hugging onto that abomination?" I raised a brow and asked.

"It is a plushy, it smells of cookie and cream on it so I took it. I mean who can resist cookie and cream?" He said with his eyes closed and hugging it. It was definitely the weirdest sight I've seen throughout the whole day, but oh well at least it keeps him happy and makes him shut up while I drive, let's hope it remains that way throughout. I shifted my gaze back to the road ahead and drove back to the pack house, time to look through the safe box again and let's hope for some better information I am able to use.