Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 1- Loss

"Come on, come on!" my younger brother cheered from the living room. "One dollar!"

He loved watching the Price Is Right every morning he could during the summer. I would usually watch from the kitchen or listen from my room, smiling to the outbursts of excitement from him. Only thirteen, Aron acted like a young child when he sat in front of the television.

"You seriously need to grow up and watch this like an adult," I shifted my hips to the side and stood in the large doorway of the living room.

"I do what I want," Aron stuck his tongue out and I rolled my brown eyes.

"Emma!" the sweet-as-honey voice of my mother's made me turn my attention to the part of the house she was in. "Get the door, would you?"

I hadn't even heard the knock or doorbell, but I walked around the room to answer it anyways.

"How can I help-"

Before I could react, the horrid sound of my mother dropping to the ground in the kitchen behind me made its way to my eard. I started to shut the door, but it was forced open by the strong figure that had shot the weapon.

"Aron, run!" I screamed, turning on my heels and outstretching my hands to get away from the masked intruder.

"What's going on?" came a reply and I saw that the young boy had appeared.

"Run!" I felt the door get shoved open and another shot sounded.

In front of me, Aron grabbed his ribcage and fell to his knees. His lower lip became overflowed with crimson blood.

"No!" I cried, trying to run for him.

Arms wrapped around me and pulled me back, taking me out of the house. I kicked and tried to scream through the gloved hand of the killer dragging me away from everything I'd known. I was surprised none of our neighbors were suspicious, then again we didn't have any super close in our private area of living.

After I felt a pinch in my neck, I watched with a blurry vision as the front door of the house slammed shut. A second theif gripped his rifle, turning to make sure everything looked how it had before. Confused rage sprinted through my veins and I tried to fight once more as I was shoved into the back of a van.

Whatever the intruders had put in my neck quickly did its job of knocking me out.

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When the vehicle I was in hit another bump, I hit my head on a metal shelf again. A groan escaped my lips and I tried to rub my head, realizing at once that my hands were tied together.

I moved my vertigo-like head around in confusion, only realizing that everything I'd gone through hadn't been a dream. I was still in the back of an unknown van. I was really alone now that Aron and my mother were dead.

Another groan escaped my lips.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" the driver from up front snapped, his green eyes the only feature I could make out from the rearview mirror.

"I didn't say anythin-"

Getting slammed into the side of the van, I cursed under my breath and then rolled up to a sitting position. I hugged my knees and glared towards the front of the vehicle. The driver glanced in his rearview mirror and I hinted a smirk at play on his evil lips. My eyes narrowed and I breathed out, tightening my fists in front of me.

"Get out! Move!" when the back of the doors opened suddenly, I was blinded by sunlight.

Squinting my eyes, I felt a harsh hand clutch my upper arm, pinching my skin. I tried not to lash out in pain at the oddly dressed man and instead wiggled my arm away from him in an attempt to rescue myself.