Wrath; The Fallen (book one)

Chapter two

  After all the pummeling, I leaned against my bat, a few hundred yards away from our burning vehicle. Jared and Timothy looked pretty ticked. Karin was sitting against a nearby building looking hungry. "So, Geniuses, what are we going to do now?" I snorted.

   "Could you say that any more polite, Miss Prissy?" Jared snorted, sending a icy cold glare my way. As if this was my fault. I just glowered at the glare. An icy glare with those ocean blue eyes doesn't work well for him. I noted, softening for a moment. "Well let's see. I was dragged out of bed, assaulted by two thugs in my own home, taken captive by some man who says he knows my past, be assualted by more morons, then you have the nerve to call me wrath!" I spat, rubbing my arms, "Futhermore, it's suppose to drop below zero tonight, it's gonna snow, and were stuck in the middle of the bad part of town with no ride!"

   Then Karin popped in nicely, supporting me, "Azara s-sorta right. It's f-f-freezing, and it s-smells like snow. N-n-not to m-mention I hear police ss-sirens." I silently thanked her for siding with me. I heard Timothy sigh deep. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye and noticed he had his arms croossed and he was massaging his forhead at the same time.  "Ouch," Azara whispered silently; she was rarely the flexible type. 

     Jared snorted and asked sarcastically, "Well, Azara, if you're so brilliant, why don't you come up with a hide-saving plan?"

I glowered at him, appalled by his words. He had just met me, and he was was suggesting that she was dumb? "That I will do," I said hotly. Rubbing my bare arms, she quickly scanned around.  There were red-brick buildings with gang graffti all over the sides; it's doors were bolted and the windows barred. That wouldn't help much. A few weed smokers were dotted around, under streetlights mostly. She grew desperate; this place was so barren. She finally spotted it; relief coursing through her veins.

   It was a rusty old red truck, parked in the shadows of a closed pawn-shop. It was maybe sixty or seventy yards away. I shivered. Not because of the cold, actually, the cold hasn't bothered me until yet. It was just taking on the fact of what I knew I had to do.

    I had to help these guys get away; even if it meant reverting to old habits and breaking into a car.

   True, I had just met them. But still, Jared had rescued me from the thugs. Timothy showed such geniune care for me, and made a hurry to get her away. Karin, by the looks of it, has been nothing but kind to me. I had never been one to not repay debts. Like I had never been the one to be flexible, or eat twenty hot-wings, or be allow to be babied. It was just built into my soul, I guessed.

   I took a deep breath and started walking towards the car.

"H-hey! Where ya going?" Timothy asked, surprised. "Azaarrra!" Karin called. Jared stayed absolutely silent; although I could feel those pools of blue bearing into me. I quickly  hit out the window with my trusty bat. The sirens blared; the weed smokers looked towards me, but dismissed the fact she was hijacking the vehicle.  I kicked the tires, hard, and the sirens stopped. I climbed and did some fancy work with the wires under the wheel. The engine roared to life.

       I  moaned, knowing what I was doing. I quickly stated driving towards Timothy,  Karin, and Jared when I saw the red and blue sirens. I stared blankly at them when I pulled next to them. "Wel, are you going to get in or what," I questioned when they did nothing. They all scrambled in, Timothy on passenger side and Karin and Jared in the back. I started driving down the highway that exited the town.

   I turned on the radio to Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace. Admist the song, I heard Jared quietly mutter, "How did you know how to do that, Azara?" Although it possibly wasn't  for me too hear, I replied emotionless, "I used to be a big person in Grand Theft Auto."