No Angels

Chapter Three - Titus

Her captor threw her to the floor as soon as they entered through a large broken in window. Jada tumbled on the cold ground with her arms covering her head. She hissed in pain, feeling shards of broken glass scratching at her ankles. She looked around after noting that the angel who had kidnapped her had left. More angels came in to throw people in through the window just like she had been.

Jada stood up, her back braced against a stone cold wall. They were all trapped in some large that wasn't much bigger than an average doctor's room. Except here, they weren't patients but livestock. People cried and others yelled, banging against the only door. The only other way out was the window. Jada spared a glance at it, crossing her arms. If someone threw themselves out of there it didn't matter. It was death jumping out and death staying in.

Her chest felt heavy and her throat constricted. As much as she wanted to cry she wouldn't allow herself that. She wasn't going to give in to this fear. She was going to live. She was nobody's food.

Jada checked her pockets, thankful that her phone was still in there. Looking around, she could see that everybody else had the same idea. "There's no signal!" A voice cried out. "What're we going to do?" Another person wailed hysterically. Jada looked down at her own phone, cursing. Damn it they were right.

She tucked her useless phone in her pocket and slid to the floor with her head in her hands. She needed to think. Think, think, think, find a way out. The building was pretty isolated from any other buildings and there was no way out of this stupid room besides the window. Jada tilted her head back up, eyebrows furrowed as she stood up and stood at the window, looking down. No ladders. No pipes. Not even a ledge or something.

Jada growled in frustration and made her way over to the door where other people were gathered around. There were around twenty people in the crowded room and there was hardly any space to slide through. A big man, as short as she was but twice her body mass in muscle, rammed at the door. He barely made it budge.

This was utterly pointless.

Jada walked back over to where she had been sitting down before in the corner nearby the window, sighing shakily. A scream came from outside the window and Jada jerked her head up to watch as a little girl was thrown into the room with her head poking into the window first. Jada reacted quickly, running over to the area in front of the window and caught the girl in her arms with the girl's face embedded into her chest. It knocked the wind out of her and she gracefully fell on her ass.

"Are you okay?" She wheezed out as she set the girl down. Jada's eyes widened. It was the same girl who had been snatched up in the crowd near her. The girl sniffled, her bottom lip quivering with her face scratched up and dirtied with tears. Jada took the girl's hand and led her to the corner where she had been sitting and kneeled in front of her. "What's your name?"

The girl still looked like she was on the verge of hysteria. Poor thing. She looked barely old enough to be eight. She sniffled, tears falling from her brown eyes. "K-K-Katie. M-My name's K-Katie."

Jada shushed the girl's hiccups and sniffling, rubbing a soothing hand on the younger girl's hand. She wiped the tears from the little girl's face, giving her an encouraging smile. "Katie, I'm Jada. I promise you that I will get you out of here okay? You'll be fine. I'll get you back to your parents."

Katie nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "O-Okay."

A loud bang came from the door.

Jada looked from the door back to the girl in front of her. She slung her backpack to her chest, opening it quickly. She rummaged through her things and took out her pocket knife from the front pocket and unclipped her pepper spray from her zipper. She gave the pastel pink cased pepper spray to Katie and slid her pocket knife into her sleeve.