Should I Fall For You?

Rescued.......?

Hey, guys! Writer here. What happened to Tabatha? As the title implies, it's a question on rather or not she was rescued. Well, you're about to find out. So keep reading! If you have any comments, questions, or concerns, don't be shy to ask and put down for me to answer.

(BTW, up above is Jason, played by Tyler Posey, who we will be seeing a lot more of as time goes on.)

Ugh. Man, my head is pounding! What happened to me? Where am I?

"Oh, good. You're awake." I recognize that male voice from somewhere......... " Now the fun can REALLY begin. Boys."

"Huh?" That's all I managed to get out before I was brutally dragged to God knows where. Speaking of God, where is he?

"Hey! let go of me!" I started to struggle desperately to get out of these "boys'" grasps, failing miserably. Yeah, yeah, I'm the leader of angels, or at least was, so I should be able to fend them off easily. Well, I'm weak as hell, and they probably drugged me with something. Wait, who ARE they? I craned my neck around to see if I could identify them, but I couldn't see their faces, only their muscly build and may I say, they were VERY muscular.

The leader I guess you can call him, was hidden well enough into the shadows that I couldn't make out his face, but I knew he was staring straight at me with a devilish grin on his face. I could see the rest of his body clearly and noticed he had the same build as his men.

Suddenly, we (by we, I mean me and the guys dragging me) turned the corner into a long, dark hallway that had several doors running down on either side. Jesus, this place looks like a run-down prison. I shivered at that thought. "Where are we going?" I weakly asked, which was apparently the dumbest question they've ever heard as they started to laugh hysterically. "What in the living Holy Hell is so funny about my question?" I could feel my cheeks getting red.

"Oh, chica, I should just kill you right here, right now." That's soothing. Please hint the sarcasm. "You're lucky my boss wants you alive. For whatever possible reason why, don't ask me."

I closed my eyes and tried to take deep breaths to keep my anger back, but my efforts weren't enough. Popping open my eyes, turned blood red by the way, I looked at the guy on my right, and spoke to him in mind speak.

I want you to take out your gun and shoot your partner, then in turn shoot yourself.

And the guy did exactly that.

Yeah, I know, it's gruesome and mean to hypnotize people to do what you want, but that's the reason why you don't piss off an angel. I ran into the nearest exit, finding myself what I'd guess to be about 20 stories up. That didn't bother me that meant I could use my-

Oh no. My wings. They were gone.

"Looking for these?"

I turned around slowly, knowing what I would see. Just not......who. "Oh my God." It came out in a whisper. All anger had vanished to be replaced by shock.

"What? Weren't expecting to see me again, were you?" He chuckled, which was deep and very sexy. "If you want your wings back, you have to do a little something for me. Do we have a deal?"

"What 'something' could I possibly do for you? There HAS to be a catch."

 He sighed. "You just don't know how to shut up and take the deal, do you? Alright, that's fine with me I'll just keep these majestic wings and put them on my wall as the souvenir they are."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me."

"I...but...uh...ugh" I gave in. "Fine, I'll do whatever you have for me. What do you want me to do?"