The Guardian Angel

Chapter-11: Leah

Warehouse. I stepped in after the man with a rifle longer than my entire arm. Several other similarly dressed and similarly armed men were scattered throughout the dirty inside. I don't know why but I wasn't afraid. All these men with guns might as well be kids running around with NERF guns. I stepped towards the one person in the room who wasn't like a clone of a particular model. Her back was to me, the long and black hair was pulled into a hasty ponytail with many strands escaping the captivity of the band. A sharp sound echoed through the large empty space as the back of the woman's hand made contact with someone in front of her. 

"You need to tell me!" She shouted. 

"I don't know what you're talking about!" The girl bound to the chair shouted. She seemed somewhat familiar. Jade eyes. Jet black hair. Lean frame. Half of her hair was plastered to the side of her face. Whether it was from sweat or blood, I didn't know. 

"You killed him!" The woman was hysterical. As I moved to a better position, somewhere in between the two where I could see them clearly. The woman's eyes, I noticed, was brimming with unshed tears. 

I noticed the men around her giving her pitying glances then staring straight forward again. 

"Yes, I did! But I have no idea what you're talking about!" 

The woman thrust her hand into her pocked, pulling out a photo. She thrust it into the girl's face. 

"You know him." It wasn't a question. "Both of you were friends. James." 

Upon hearing the name, recognition widened her eyes. 

The woman continued, "Come on Rachel, you must know something about it. He's alive. But he's not supposed to be." 

"I...." Rachel kept staring at the photo of a young man in his military vest smiling brightly at the camera. His hazel eyes glinted under the sunlight, as his arm lightly hovered over the holster of his gun. "I don't know." 

A resigned sigh left the woman's mouth as she tucked the photo back in her pocket. The next second she pulled a gun out, swiftly shooting a bullet into the girl's heart. 

I once again found myself launching forward, like I'd done in the desert to the young man. I could feel the life leave her body slowly. I let my fingers graze her cheek. I could barely feel the cheek, but after a few beats where her eyes had drooped close from all the blood loss, I felt heat return to her cheeks. It was blazing hot suddenly. Her eyes snapped open as she coughed violently. 

Almost immediately every person in the room backed up, some with their guns aimed at Rachel. The woman's eyes were wide in their sockets as her hand limply held the gun that had put a bullet into the girl's heart. 

A whisper. I could hear it. 

"She doesn't know anything Alice." 

A shudder ran through the woman's body but no one noticed. 

"I'll show you who does." 

Then she turned. Looked at me. 

Green. That was all that I could see from the enormous and wide floor to ceiling windows in our room. Yeah, our. James sat with his head in his hands, bedsheet pooling around his waist as he sat up. The only other thing that was visible apart from the vast expanse of canopies and the occasional blur of birds was the ocean. Shining like a sheet of crystal under the bright sunlight.