The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Exorcism

Laine, Oklahoma

November 12th, 2019

The young woman sprinted down the road, screaming for help. Nothing but the laughter of her pursuers answered her, echoing off the empty shops and office buildings around her until it sounded like she was surrounded. She looked around frantically for escape, her eyes wide and panicked.

Her eyes with a rainbow ring around the iris.

She rounded a corner into an alley, knowing that the men chasing her were walking instead of running after her and hoping she could find a place to hide. At the far end she could see a two more men, and she started to turn around when she noticed their uniforms.

"Officers!" The young woman screeched, her voice half relieved and half hysterical. The policemen's heads jerked up, one of them instinctively reaching for his pistol. "Please, you have to help me!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." The officer that hadn't reached for his pistol held up his hands to stop her. Even in the half-light of the alleyway, she could see that he was handsome, with tanned skin and a neatly trimmed pencil mustache. His voice had a hint of a Mexican accent in it. "Slow down, miss. What's going on?"

"I-I was leaving the bar after my date ditched me, and these men started following me." The young woman tried to keep from voice down. "They were saying all these creepy things about my eyes, and then they pulled out knives and started chasing me!"

"We should get her out of here," The second officer said, his accent much thicker than his partner's. 

"Let's take her to Brigette's," The first one agreed. He turned back to her. "I'm Mike, and this is my partner, Carlos. What's your name?"

"Sarina," she said, her breathing starting to slow down. She was safe. These officers would help her.

"Well Sarina, I'm going to take you to a little bar just around the corner so you can calm down, then I'll drive you home, okay?" Mike asked.

Sarina just nodded, tears starting to spill from the corners of her eyes as relief washed through her. Mike pulled out a packet of tissues from his pocket and handed them to her, then held out a hand for her to hold while he led her to safety. 

While Mike led her to Brigette's, Carlos drew his pistol and moved down the alley the way she had come. She held tight to Mike's hand as they reached the bar, where he briefly let go to hold the door for her to walk inside.

Sarina had never heard of Brigette's before, and she realized why as she entered; it was a cop bar. She recognized a few of the people inside from newspaper articles and big events that warranted a police presence, and several others were still in uniform. They all looked at her when she walked in, but quickly looked away when they saw Mike with her.

The bartender smiled warmly at her as the two of them approached. "What're you doin' here, Mike? Aren't you on shift?"

"Yeah, Brigette, I am," Mike said. "Sarina here was being chased by some men nearby, so I brought her here to calm down. Downstairs busy?"

"Completely empty, head on down." Brigette smiled at the both of them. 

Mike led her to a door in the back of the bar that led to a stairwell. She followed him down and found a second room, with nobody in it. There was also a second set of stairs across the room that she figured must have been a second exit. 

"Take a seat," Mike said. "I'm going to get some coffee. How do you like yours?" 

"Two sugars and a cream," Sarina said, sinking into a booth with a sigh.