Catch A Falling Star

Chapter 2

I know this took a very long time to post, but I was having some trouble with inspiration. Real life got in the way, then I got really busy...it all lead to a very hectic few months, but now I think I'm back on track. I'll try to update this as much as possible. 

Be warned that I may change the names of characters as I go - always had trouble staying with just one name - but I'll let you know if that happens. As it is Dorian was changed to Damian since I like it better. Everything else stayed the same. Hope you enjoy it and feel free to throw in your opinion :)

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          As soon as the door was closed behind the 2 men, a small figure crawled from a group of dumpsters.  It advanced quickly toward a building almost a block away, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. It made its entrance through a broken window and looked around the room for a second before heading to one of the darkest corners. As it did a stray ray of moonlight revealed it to be a black cat with big gold eyes.

          “What happened?” asked a raspy female voice from the shadows.

          The animal stared for a brief moment, as if contemplating the question then suddenly burst into flames. The fire started out small, the size of the cat, gradually growing in height and width, fading away only to reveal a young girl. Her eyes still glowing gold, she took a step closer to the corner with a concerned expression written all over her face.

          “It’s dead. There is a hunter here and someone else that helped him kill it. But right now I’m more concerned in how you’re holding up, B” she told the other woman.

          “I’m not sure, Riza. I could lie to you and tell you that I’m fine, but truth is I’m starting to feel a little bit cold and dizzy”.

          “Let me see”.

          Carefully Riza removed the layers of armor and clothing of the other woman and stared at the bleeding wound.

          “How does it look?”

          “Nasty, if you really want to know and we don’t have any supplies to patch you up. That thing destroyed everything.”

          There was a moment of silence in which they both considered their options. Finally Riza decided that her friend’s life was more valuable then whatever mission they had. 

          “I’m going to go ask them for help” she stated already starting to stand.

          The other woman caught her by the arm and stopped her before she could move out of reach. The effort she made in speaking was becoming apparent.

          “No! We don’t know where their allegiances lie. They could just as well have orders to kill us.” she said weakly.

          “Then you will die either way, so what are you complaining about?” Riza asked sarcastically.

          “I’d rather die in peace than tortured to death.”

          Riza rolled her eyes and quickly walked away. She was staring at the door, that the two men had gone through, in under a minute and rang the doorbell without hesitation. It only occurred to her that she didn’t know what to say only when she heard footsteps approaching from inside. The door was yanked open and one of the men stared down at her.

           “I’m not interested” he said after giving her the onceover. 

          “In what?” she asked confused.