Angel With A Shotgun

Why!

Bella grabbed it and opened the door. She got out then me. There were men in black in front of the car. They had knives in their hands.

"They are the people who cut off my wings. Go and you should make it by night fall." the driver said.

We ran into an alley. The was garbage littering the ground. I grabbed the paper out of her hand. It told us to go to Pavillon Saint Augustin. It looked like it was only a hour away.We took a sharp left onto Main Street. Perfect, there is so many people to cover us. We ran and ran. After like 25 minutes, we bumped into a man with his hand in his pocket. He grabbed Bella's wrist and hit me with the butt of the knife.

**2 hours later**

Bella's P.O.V.

Where am I? Where's Tony?? I went to sit up, but I was tried super tightly to a bed. I gasped and pulled against the restraints.

"Bella!?!?!" I heard Tony yell.

"Tony!" I yelled back.

He's alive.I looked around the room. It was dusty, dirty, black walls, and had a musky smell to it. I kept pulling for 5 minutes. I heard a creak and I saw a man creep out from the shadowy corner of the dingy room.

"Get me out of here!! Now!" Tony screamed at him.

He looked over at him. The light hit something in his hand. I looked down and saw a knife.

"What's that for??" I asked him.

"You kids are so foolish."

"Hey, asshole, want to get me out of the restraints so I can kick your ass?" Tony asked.

" Tony, enough!" I yelled.

He smirked at me. I looked down and saw his wings were out of the ropes. He could easily pull up and he is free.

"Do you think I am stupid?" the man asked.

"Yes, I do. Why would you kidnap teenagers?" I asked.

"Well you are about to find out."

He flipped the table so my wings were face up. Oh no!

"Bella!"

I felt the pain. It was hot and fast. The-

TONY'S P.O.V.

"Well you are about to find out."

I saw the fear in Bella's eyes. With one quick swipe, her wings came off. She instantly passed out.

"Bella!"

I shot up. The ropes fell to the floor.

"What have you done?!" I yelled.

I charged at him. We fell to the floor in a heap. I punched him in the face. I kept punching him.

"How could you!" I screamed.

The man was bloody and his face was damn near unidentifiable. I slowly stopped. I looked at Bella, who was hanging there. I turned the table. She was passed out and bloody. Oh god! Why did I have to fall in love with her? Why was I so stupid? I am in love with a girl who is laying on a table dying.

I laid my head on the table. I cried. After a few minutes, I looked up. She wasn't breathing.

"Bella! Wake up!" I screamed.