BATTLE SCARS: (Indigo Symbols Book II)

Chapter One: Cops

REINA:
    I ran for the trees Veronica at my side. Veronica had jumped over the hood of the car, so swiftly, she had been so swift and sure. Then out of nowhere she had their guns, as if she summoned them to her. Then she was pulling my hand and we dove into highway traffic. I will never, ever, ever, play Chicken In The Road again, or is it Cricket In The Road. Either way we wove in and out, dodging cars that honked at us like we were crazy, which we were. But worst than that, the cops were on our asses. They didn't pop into their cars and hit the screamers, no they chased us on foot. a car came screaming for us and Veronica pulled hard on my hand. I threw myself forward and missed getting hit by inches. I yelped and Veronica said, "Run Reina, your damn life depends on it." I yelped again as another car shrieked by. "Veronica, Veronica I, I—"Believe me now?" She asked. "Believe me now since we have them right on our asses?" She looked behind us and swore, "Damn it all to hell, don't talk, just run." We did, and I don't think I've ever ran as hard as I had to over the one hundred yards to the treeline. Weaving in and out of cars, dodging the cops and Keepers. Then three shots, Veronica screamed and fell pulling me with her. I screamed when I saw the blood, and where it was pooling from. "Veronica, no, no no, no." She looked up at me, with eyes glazed from pain and under that, I saw the will for survival. "My back." She gasped. "Right in the spine, at least one." "Veronica, V, V, no, no please, please." I looked back, twenty yards to go, twenty yards. Cars wizzed by on either side, as if I was on an Oasis, a safe harbor, an island of peace. "Rey." She gasped. "There's, another peace, to, to the puzzel. You have to know, to understand. Your power, your power is, it, it, it's from, from the Earth herself, we we, we were given power from the Earth Rey. Find it, find it, find the truth, use it, use the truth to bring our, our, our people together and destroy the King for the lier he is." "Veronica, Veronica no." I sobbed. "No, no please, please no." But her eyes were loosing focus, and anger was replacing the pain. I rose, my hands covered in Veronica's blood to see the two cops standing only feet away.
two cops, and two more people dressed in black clothing. "Surrender." One of the people in black said. "Surrender and we will be merciful, we won't harm you." That burst of anger went to boil and I felt it right down to the bone, to the core. "You killed her." I said softly. "You bastards killed her." "Surrender." The second, a woman, spoke. "You killed her." I said again. "Surrender." "YOU KILLED HER." I yelled. My words echoed and I felt them make the pavement tremble. One of the people in black came forward, on impulse I threw out my right hand, "Stop." I commanded. Something sparked from my fingers and he did stop. Shocked, excited, afraid, I looked at my hands, seeing nothing. "Stop her." The woman said. "She knows." I threw out my hand again and felt another spark of something. Both cops flew back and vanished under a flying car. "Karma's a bitch." I yelled then turned and ran. Renewed with fear, panic, rage, and pain, I dodged, wove, sped through traffic, my eyes cold, my body live, my mind empty. In no time I was flitting through the trees, hearing the two in black calling for help. "How many assholes does it take to find one bitch?" "Let's find out." I muttered and kept running.
I finally stopped a mile in the trees and found that I was completely lost. My anger has finally evaporated and I felt nothing but a kind of hallow in my heart. "Veronica." On that name I fell to my knees, and sobbed my heart out. Veronica, Veronica, oh V, v, Veronica. Alone deep in the woods, I curled into a ball and allowed myself to feel the shame, guilt, and pain I had refused when I ran. I stayed that way for over an hour, sobbed hard into the dirt. They didn't find me, I heard nothing, and stayed where I was. After a while I remembered the phone in my pocket. I pulled it out hurredly and was about to dial 911, when I realized that was pointless. The police would be searching for me along with those people dressed in black. But as I lifted my phone it opened and I saw her, Veronica and I, the first picture we took together during happier times. A few weeks after she'd found me and explained who she was, who we were. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I remembered how it felt to know I had real family out there. She'd told me my real age, our blood had said we were sisters, but she wasn't able to say who our parents were. "We were given power from the Earth, your power is from the Earth herself, find it Rey." "Find what?" I muttered. "Fine, I'm an Indigo, but what power? What does she mean by the Earth." I looked at my phone's battery status, "Shit, of course at my time of need I'm at forty percent." I turned on Low-Power Mode and decided to go through the last conversationVeronica and I had. The last message she sent said, "Don't forget to delete this message Rey,, don't you dare forget." Of course, I had. I scrolled to the top, and read. "V, what do you mean every time you say mom? We don't have one, as I always tell you." "Ugh, Rey sometimes you're so annoying, yes we do." "That's what little sisters are for, and no we don't. She, along with our father abandoned us." "Our father maybe, but she didn't, she couldn't take care of us. Look Rey, just come here and I can show you." "Show me what? You found some news clipping about two missing babies that she put out." "Ugh, Reina, fine just search Gaia on Safari, but make sure you delete it after you find it." "Huh? Who the hell is Gaia?" "Rey, shit, damn, we gotta go." "Huh? Why?" "Sister, no games, we gotta go. Let's go Reina." "Ok ok, fine. Let me get my backpack." "Fine fine, remember, delete this message, don't you dare forget." I lowered my phone, feeling dazed and lost, Veronica was gone, dead, all that blood, all of it, and I had still forgotten to listen to her. I had forgotten to delete her messages, not only that but I had also forgotten to, forgotten to, forgot, oh shit, "Gaia." For once, I knew Veronica would have been pleased I never listened to her.