She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow.
He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean.
When one meets the other, galaxies c...
ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 29 ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ: ᵘⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃᵗʰᵉⁿᵃ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ... . . . "This cat is the nicest animal I have ever met." Angel laughs as Cupola rubs against her cheek.
The black cat seemed to love the human, and seeing as Cupola didn't like most people. Athena took it as Angel was a good person.
Athena always believed animals could tell if you had a good soul or not.
Athena was thrown from her seat by some force.
Athena's eyes scanned the room around her. Turned out Athena must have lost more blood than she thought. Seeing as she didn't see she was in the back of a fucking van.
'Where are we' She sighed quickly to Angel.
"Oh, yeah sorry. I have some peoppe that have been dying to see you." Angel nodded like she gave the answer for life.
Athena stared at her.
She was expecting more than that.
You could get out if here with ease. That annoying voice in her head told her. You still have your weapons. Shoot or stab her. Grab the feline. And kick the van doors open.
She was fucking barely sitting up from the pain of her wound and that voice wanted her to jump from a moving truck?!
How much blood had she lost?
'Who?' Athena questioned.
"My bosses, don't worry you know them. You'll be fine. And we are almost there." Angel told her as she pet the feline.
Athena wanted to pull her hair out, 'where is there? And who are your bosses? And what are you'
"You will see, can't say, and I'm a collector. I go and collect things my bosses want collected. And I get paid. I get food and a shelter to stay in. Then I do it all over again the next day."
She had been collected, whatever that meant.
Your going to be sold to a Russian mob and used as a sex toy. And then they are going to kill you.
Funny thing is that the Russian mob thinks it can keep her around. Or keep themselves alive long enough for them to use her as a...toy.
Secondly, she wasn't going to die before she made Matteo Rossi's life a living hell. That boy was going to regret ever hearing the name Athena White.
You also want him to be screaming your name, but whose counting.
She went to stand in the moving van, when the pain in her side burned. Her vision blurred as she pressed a hand to the wound.
Ouch.
Her vision spotted when she put more pressure. Her whole body seemed to go numb when Athena pressed.
Then Angel was yelling, "Stop! Dear God, I don't know how to do stitches! You are still bleeding under that cloth!" Angel yanked Athena's hands from her side.
Athena's vision slowly returned. God she felt like death.
"My boss is going to kill me." Angel whined as she saw all the blood soaking through Athena's bandage.
Athena must have been important cargo if Angel could die from her being injured.
'Who drives?' She could barely think of the signs for the correct words.
God she was so tired.
"Billy, he's the driver." Angel sighed as she rubbed her eyes.
Why was she so tired?
"Billy!" Angel hollered to the front of the van.
Athena guessed it was one of those creepy white vans that look like someone's going to come out and snatch your kid.
"Angel?" A man's voice came from the front of the van. Good, so we do have someone responsible for our lives.
"We almost there?" Angel sent a worried glanced to the bloody bandages.
"Yeah pulling into the drive way now."
God she was so tired. She could take a nap here, right?
Cupola jumped over to her, resting his body onto of hers.
She would just close her eyes for a few moments.
It's fine.
"Athena....wake....we...here..." Angel's voice seemed to come in bits and pieces.
Light flooded her closed eyelids. But she was too tired to see who it was. To tired to see who was dragging her out of the van.
She just wanted to take a nap. She never got to take a nap before.
It was always being awake or asleep.
She just wanted to rest her eyes.
But she had to look once, so she peeled her eyelids back. The light flooded her vision and all she could see was white.
Then she blinked slowly, it was so hard to keep her eyes open.
Someone was standing over her.
She could see the shadow blocking out the sun, or the light.
When her vision focused, she knew the eyes that stared back at her. They were from so long again. But they were here. They were right there.
She knew those eyes. Those blue eyes that stared at her so lovingly.
She had to be sure, she had to know. Was this death? Was this the light at the end of the tunnel?
