Marie

Chapter 1 - God's Men

I could hear him, his voice cracking as he screamed, agonising screams.

"shut up!" yelled a man

"Tell us where you hid it!" yelled another.

"I-don-don't ha-have-it" he stuttered.

Heavy boots kicking the sides of the boy, blood poured from his mouth as the two men dressed in identical attire continued to assault him, hearing the cries and gunshots echoing in the alleyway. No one was trying to stop what was happening.

It was midnight, which explains that no one wants to get involved with gangs. The sounds, ringing in my head, guns firing made me wonder what this boy did to deserve to die that way. Was God outraged by the sins he committed that he sent devils disguised as men to drag him to the pits of hell? Thoughts, the thoughts in my mind I can't help the feeling, the image of the boy as he met death. Terrorised eyes as they felt the stab of bullets tearing into his flesh.

"Shhhhhh, don't say anything just keep walking don't bring attention to yourself." The whispers in my head spoke harshly.

My feet dragged against the brick floors of the sidewalk.

"Don't be stupid Marie, keep walking." The voice in my head advised.

Boots hitting the brick pavement as a black tented van pulled up, hearing the sound of a door sliding open and laughter, laughter I could hear men laughing and speaking in a foreign language while yelling at each other. Moments later the air died down, and then silence. No laugher no gunshots no cries for help just pure silence, which made me wonder if it was safe now, for people to carry on living.

I hated the fact that the police didn't showed up the next day to photograph the crime scene or news reporters fighting over for coverage of the incident, nothing just another day another death.

The day the boy died was the day that my panic attacks got worse. Some days at school I would just black out after feeling the stuffiness of the air clouding my lungs or being anxious about anything that affected my future. When my panic attacks were fresh teachers and classmates would freak out but now they don't take a second glance at me anymore, they just assume I'm doing it for attention.

"Marie, Marie! Wake up, come on get up!" A harsh voice ripped through my ears leaving them ringing as I felt warm hands wrap around my body pulling me up.

"Marie, honey, are you alright? what happened?" The voice turned soft at the sight of me.

A flash of light stabbed my eyes shut while being questioned.

"M-mm." I murmured things to myself.

"Come on dear lets get you home." The voice said softly.

Moments later, a number of other hands wrapped around me, dragging me, then foot steps, terrifying me, and harsh voices whispering.

Then darkness.

My thoughts began to throb in my mind and my lungs clouded by the same stuffiness in the air.

"H-he-help-p!" I uttered while gasping for air.

"S-so-some-o-one!" The words faded into the air becoming apart of it, leaving my body.

Foot steps, heavy booted foot steps hitting the pavement and laughter. It was them, the men who killed that boy in the allyway, and they where coming for me. God was exasperated by my sins and sent these men to drag me to the pits of hell.

A cold touch alerted me that my body was stretched across a metal table, tied up. The sound of men's laughter got louder with every step as I struggled to free myself.

"What do you think you're doing?" A voice from behind me spoke as the palm of their hand covered my mouth aggressively.

"God's not happy with you!" The man's voice turned harsh stabbing my ears as my eyes widened with horror.