My Fallen Angel

Chapter 3- Hunted

He tightened his grip on my arm.

"Augustus, let go, please," I struggled.

"No we got to get out of here," he said.

"Let go!"

He turned towards me. I grasp my wrist from the pain. It was like he was trying to burn my flesh off. I could feel the heat generate off of my skin. It burned like crazy. Lights flashed everywhere. The cops were coming. Looking for Augustus.

"Run," I whisper to him.

"Huh?"

"Run."

"But what about you?"

"I'll be fine. Go. Run."

"But..."

"RUN!!!!!" I screamed my anger rising.

After he was gone, I collapsed on the ground. I couldn't run. I had to distract the cops. To buy enough time for Augustus to hide. I cried.

Bruno. Mama. Augustus. Charles. Krystal. I thought.

"I found something!!!" exclaimed an officer.

All lights pointed at me. My clothes were ripped. My belt was torn. My wrists are burned to the bone. Tears rushing down my face. They probably think I am a wreck.

"A girl?!" One officer yelled.

"Do you know where he went?" the lead officer leaned down closer to me and asked.

"I'm lost," I said.

"Huh?"

"I'm just a lost girl. I was abused by my father and I ran away."

"We don't care. Do you know where he is?"

"My father?"

"No, idiot, the man. The one falling from the sky. Where is he?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"WHERE IS HE?" The officer screamed in my face. The others watched in horror.

"I don't know, sir," I whispered.

"Very well," the officer said throwing me down and kicking me hard in the stomach. The pain reached every bone in my body. What did this man want from me? He kicked me again, once more, then stepped over me and walked off.

"Sir," one officer spoke up. "You're not just going to leave her here?"

"I couldn't careless if she stays here forever and dies," the lead officer said.

"But... Mitchell."

He ignored his fellow officers. He clearly didn't care about anything. He wanted justice. He wanted to know where Augustus is. Besides that I bet all he ever thinks about is himself. It hurts just thinking about that. Suddenly, Mitchell, the lead officer, stopped. Everyone looked a little shocked as they watched him.

"You know, I think it would be better if," he paused. "We go ahead and kill her. Slowly."

My eyes grew wide. Was he serious? He was going to kill me. And what did he mean by slowly? It didn't sound very pleasant anyways. Slowly or not, whatever that means. Why kill me anyways? Aren't they cops? Isn't it illegal?

Apparently, I wasn't the only shocked one. All the officers were in horror.

"But, you wouldn't do that," the friendly officer with a heart and actually wanted to help me said. "Not to this lost little girl. Not in her condition already. Not when she doesn't even know who we are looking f-"