Riley struggled against the man, but he was too strong. Her eyes grew wide when she saw Alex. "Alex, no." She said, fear in her voice. Desperately, she tried to free herself from the man holding her at gunpoint. The man just laughed. "You think you can beat me.... [i]Alex[/i]." He sneered, his lips curling into a very dangerous smile. "I doubt that- if you had stuck around then you might have a chance, but you missed the training- the training you could have really used." The man said. Riley was confused as to what was going on- if we would have stuck around where? And what training. She stared frantically at Alex, then felt her heart drop. The gun. The gun he was holding. She instantly recognized it because she bought it for Oliver on his birthday- she knew how fond he was of guns.

"Here, you can have your bitch back." The man said, slightly shoving Riley forward, but in an instant aimed the gun and fired. The bullet nipped her skin, enough to cause a serious flesh round. Riley cried out, falling over, but ended up hitting her head hard on the ground. Dots danced in her vision, pain seared through her side as blood seeped through her camisole. She saw Alex, and then darkness as she slipped into unconsciousness. "Oops." The guy said, bending down by Riley's body. "Such a shame...." He said softly, the pistol he held he used to start to move up her camisole, lifting it completely up, revealing her lacy white bra. "Ah, that looks like it might need stitches." He said, poking at the wound. "Such a pretty girl- shame what happened to Oliver- does she know? That it was you?" The guy said, standing up.

"Come with me, Alex. There is nothing for you here, especially not when she finds out." He said and laughed.