Midnight River

Angels of Death

Gemma's pov
Music inspo - deepfake by brakence

I was asleep again when the locks to the thick metal door clicked open. I hadn't done much more than sleep however long I had been down there. I was allowed water, but no food.

I suppose it was to keep me weak. So I'd stop fighting and give in. I would indeed stop fighting, not having the energy for it but I was never going to give in.

I did my best to scramble to my feet as the door opened and a man I did not know had stepped through. I was sure the confusion shown on my face as the man looked me over, a disgusted look on his face as if he couldn't be bothered with me.

A rope was in his hand and when he stepped closer I took a step back.

"Don't be difficult. In your state I'll put you down in less than a second."

Alright, ouch, I don't think I was that bad but it didn't help that my stomach had stopped grumbling at that point, used to being empty.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice weak and rough. I didn't exactly care to where at the moment, I just wanted to confirm that we were indeed leaving.

"That's none of your concern. Turn around."

I did as he said, keeping my breaths light to hide the panic. If we were moving this was going to be my chance. If the others hadn't found me yet I needed to get away while we were moving to wherever else. Knowing it would be much harder to find me if my father took me farther away.

The man pulled my wrists behind my back, not caring enough to be gentle, as if my presence frustrated him incredibly.

He tied the rope tight and I winced as it bit into my skin, trying to imagine what kind of knot he had done to keep it in place.

"My things," I started as he took my elbow and began to lead me out of what had been my prison for the past few days, or least I thought it had been that long.

"You won't need them where we're going." He snapped back, yanking me harder until I was just a bit ahead of him.

The cement and dirt hallway outside of the room lead right to outside, though there was a staircase before the door that I assumed led upstairs.

Once we were outside I was happy to find it was night, not sure if my eyes would be able to handle sunlight after not feeling it on my skin for so long.

The brisk night air washed over me and sent shivers down my spine. We were standing in an alley then, in some run down town. Not a sound, or anyone else insight.

Finally  a vehicle came down the alley and went past us before stopping, then another that stopped directly in front of us.

I counted the knives I had hidden in various places and tried to remember them, hoping I'd be able to reach the one tucked into the back of my hands to free me of this rope at some point. But my mind was foggy, tired. Lacking.

Had I made sure to put one there? I couldn't feel it against my skin, had they come in and removed me of everything at some point when I'd been to exhausted to do anything but lay on the floor?

My father was in the back seat of the jeep and I was shoved in quickly beside him before the man that put me there moved to get into the empty passenger seat.

So three of them with me, including my father, and at most four in the vehicle in front.

I just had to get out at some point, run to an area where they couldn't follow me with the vehicles and just hope that I was faster than them. With how tired I was, I doubted I could be.

I think I'd even fallen asleep once they started driving, at some point we'd moved off main roads and traveled only dirt ones, the bumps and dips jostling by me awake. I cursed at myself for not staying away, not paying attention to what direction we had moved in.

There was nothing around but dark trees illuminated by the full moon in the sky.

My father didn't even bother looking at me, watching the trees instead as they passed by. He'd not spoken a word and his jaw was set in a hard line.

Suddenly we came to a stop and I used my foot against the lower back of the seat in front of me to keep from slamming into it.

"Why are we stopping?" My father finally spoke then, leaning forward to between the two front seats to look.

We'd pulled up beside the car that had once been in front of us and I managed to look around the seat in front of me.

At first all i saw was the light of blinding headlights and I had to squint to get a look at what was slightly blocking the light.

I'd know those figures anywhere. One massive one, standing taller than the rest, on one side of him a slim woman with a katana in her hand pointed down towards the ground, on the other side a man with a bucket hat. And then finally, at the end someone with a short mohawk whose shoulders rose and fell with each heavy breath.

They'd found me.

—-sorry for the wait. The holidays and new year kicked my ass 😂