Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

After what felt like hours of blending in and pretending to be useful, I finally found an opportunity to slip away. The moment I was out of sight, I leaned against a wall and took a deep breath, steadying myself.

The chip implanted under my skin gave me a small sense of reassurance. As long as it was active, I knew I could be tracked if things went sideways. Not that I wanted it to come to that, but it was better than being completely alone on this goddamn island.

I decided to start looking for their superior. If there was anyone who could give me answers, or lead me to the bigger picture, it was them. Moving through the corridors, I kept my movements purposeful, like I knew exactly where I was going. The guards didn't question me, which was a small miracle. They were too busy with their own tasks to pay much attention.

Eventually, I found myself in what looked like the main control room. It was filled with squares, all sitting at desks and tapping away at keyboards or monitoring screens. The hum of machinery and low murmurs of conversation filled the air. It was a fucking maze of technology and people, and I had to be careful not to look out of place.

As I scanned the room, one figure stood out. Unlike the others, he wasn't wearing a pink suit. His was black, which immediately screamed authority. But as I watched him, I realized he wasn't the top dog. He was giving orders, sure, but there was something about the way he carried himself that told me he was just a manager.

"Alright, so who the fuck are you really working for?" I muttered under my breath, my eyes narrowing behind the mask.The black-suited manager moved with precision, his attention sharp as he directed the squares around him. I could feel the tension in the room, like everyone was walking on eggshells around him.

Not the boss, I reminded myself. But definitely someone worth keeping an eye on. And if he wasn't the one in charge, that meant the real boss was still out there somewhere. I just had to find them.

Keeping my head low, I turned and headed for the door, my mind racing with possibilities. This place was a fucking labyrinth.

 I barely had time to properly observe anything before a loud crash echoed through the air. My head snapped toward the entrance just as three guards in those pink suits stormed in.

One of them pointed directly at me. "That one!" he barked.

What the hell? My stomach dropped as I pieced it together. Fuck. The triangle I thought I'd taken out... clearly not dead. My blood ran cold, but I didn't let it show. Instead, I clenched my fists, adrenaline surging.

"Shit," I hissed under my breath.

Before I could think too much about it, they bolted toward me. There was no time to talk my way out of this. I ran, legs pumping as fast as they could carry me. My boots slammed against the floor as I dodged through the maze of hallways. Behind me, I could hear their heavy footsteps and the clattering of weapons.

And then it got worse.

An alarm blared, sharp and shrill, making my ears ring. Great. Now everyone on this fucking island was going to know I was here.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered, taking a sharp turn down another corridor. I didn't even know where the hell I was going—just away from them. My mind raced as I tried to find an escape route, but the hallways were like a goddamn labyrinth. I felt like a rat in a trap.

It didn't take long before I was cornered. Six of them surrounded me, blocking every possible exit. My heart pounded, but I wasn't about to give up without a fight.

"Alright, assholes," I muttered, pulling out my knife.

The first one lunged, and I sidestepped, slashing my blade across his arm. He howled in pain, dropping his weapon. Another came at me from the left, but I ducked and drove my knife into his gut. The blood sprayed onto my hands, warm and sticky, but I didn't let it slow me down.

It was chaos. Four of them were down before I knew it, their bodies crumpled on the floor.

But the last two managed to get the upper hand. One of them grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back, while the other slammed me against the wall. The impact knocked the air out of my lungs, and my knife clattered to the floor. I thrashed against them, but they were strong—stronger than I expected.

"He wants him alive," one of them growled, tightening his grip on me.

"Him?" I spat, struggling against their hold. "Wait till you find out a girl beat your asses."

That earned me a sharp jab to the ribs. I gritted my teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing me cry out. One of them pulled a black bag out of nowhere, yanking it down over my head. Darkness swallowed me, and I felt them dragging me away. My chest heaved as I tried to calm my breathing, but my mind was racing.

Who the fuck was "he," and what the hell did he want with me?