Angel and Nash

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Leannemae's POV

IT HAS BEEN QUITE A WHILE SINCE I HAD A PERIOD OF PEACEFULNESS. Because every now and then, my father brings me to our private training camp a mile away from our mansion. I have not got a single clue of why he does so yet I still follow his orders. He's quite a master of martial arts after all. What would happen to me if I choose to disobey? No one knows the answer to that. Only my father has. He has taught me everything that needs to be mastered as an heir to his business, whatever that is. To ensure the safety of such progress, his company has, and mine as well.
I always thought that he is cruel as his expression said so. But in truth, he is not. He is sweet and caring. He just hid it beneath his hawk-like poker face and shows his concerns through his actions. He'd even takes me on a vacation at least once a month. Which is quite different from any other people as they usually go on vacation only during the holidays.
The park is such a beautiful place to spend time for leisures, especially early in the morning or at dusk when there are few visitors and noises. Its tranquility is completed by the smooth blowing breeze and the rays of sun that peeks through the dressing of trees as well as the lining of clouds.
There are loud thumping sounds coming towards me from behind. This is more like a running thump rather than a walk. Then someone grabbed me by my wrist. Its hands were small, like a child's. I presume he is short, for he held my wrist when he could just grab my shoulders. I can hear his heavy heaving. He must be chased by something. I  said in silence.
"Please help me! A huge number of thugs were behind me! They wanted me for whatever reason! Hide me please!" The boy quivered.
T'was a curious situation. Who would want to chase down a child who held no jewelries nor cash, let alone in a park?
"How many were chasing you?" I ask.
"About more than five. Perhaps ten."
" Why were these men chasing you?"
"I do not know. But they spoke about this treasure of mine. Of our family. They said that now that my parents were diseased they could take over what was ours. Please, I beg you. I need help."
I am quite puzzled by his words. I have been tricked by such innocence. Helping these sort of helpless people only to be thrown to the enemies gutter.
I am ready to respond to his request, yet, just before I could speak, a huge man lunged before me, swinging his gigantic limbs at me. Forcefully separating me from the child.
"Stand your ground, lady. This child is now owned by Mister Marques. You are surrounded so do not dare to lay a single finger on this child." The gorilla-like man states as his minions draw unto the clearing.
Who does he think he is to talk to me in this manner? I mumble.
"If I dare to, what of it? What would become of me?" I hissed.
"Your flesh would be bare, your face would be unrecognizable and your bones would crumble. However, before such crime, all of us here would first benefit ourselves and play you however we want. Is that clear or maybe understandable to you? "
His words pissed me, boiling my blood from my toes to my head! He is such a show off and does not even think of what would become of him after this conversation. I wore a flashy yet murderous grin on my face and his -not only his, all of their faces were frightened and I am extremely delighted by such expressions.
As they hover unto their combat positions, I launch at my feet and strike the evil leviathan. He is not that strong I suppose. Despite his mass, he could not even defend my attack. There is yell. A war cry. And they all launched themselves one by one unto me. Piling on me, to constrict me from any possible movements.
They're heavy. I breathe. And I can hear the pleading words of the child slowly receding, deafening me from his voice. I struggle to my feet and lift myself up to fight however these men keep on piling themselves on me. Then I realize, my feet are still free. So I twisted my legs and snaked through the men's neck one by one. Many of them squealed in pain, others scurry away.
I stood, barely, as my entire body felt like it was destroyed, crumpled, or crushed. I am covered with lots of bruises which I fail to realize that I was actually beaten while I lay under them.
"No! Let me go!" I heard a scream from behind. I search the clearing and not a single person is present anymore. Earlier, this place was flooded with families, friends and couples enjoying themselves. Bathing their own unto the warmth of sunshine and the coldness of the breeze. But now, it feels eerie here. Everything is still and gloomy. No winds, no people and even darker clouds swim their way here.
A car engine started. And I ran towards where the sound had come from. The boy keeps on calling for help yet no one seems to hear him. Or even if someone does, they are too frightened to come and save him and face these tyrants.
One enemy blocked my way and threw a punch at me. Unfortunately, I was trained for such an attack so his abilities are powerless to me. I shield my face with my elbow, catch his fist, twist his arm and throw him to the ground, locking his whole body. A shiny object flickers from his belt. It's black, metallic and heavily structured. A pistol.
Like a fleeting shadow, I seize my hands unto the instrument and storm towards the vehicle. My heart breaks as the gorilla fellow threatens the child, pointing a gun unto his throat, swearing to blow his neck if he will keep on crying. But the child is petrified, still, so the man loses his patience  and is now clutching the trigger, ever so slowly.
I am at my limit and could not speed up anymore to reach there in time. I decided to commit this unspeakable crime I would do. I halt and lift the pistol, aiming straight to the man. Even though this will be my first kill, I am not trembling like crazy. Rather, I am excited to play such a game of "who will strike first wins". My father had taught me the proper positioning and aiming techniques to hit accurately where you want the bullet to be buried.
When everything is perfect, I squeeze the trigger and send the screaming into the man's head. The bullet dug itself into his skull, passing his brain and came out at the other side where it dug another hole with streaks of blood tailing its body and finally rested at one of the seats within the van.
A wave of blood splashed the kid, making him excrete another scream which led the other guys, who attacked me earlier, running towards us.
After, I readied my legs for another dash. I reached the car, carry the boy on my back and disappeared into the woods -west side of the park. The rain then start pouring as the wind blows heavily. Washing away blood and the remains of the terrorizing event of the day.