Demons

Chapter 44- Vandalism with Angie

Amy's POV-

When Poppy stumbled and fell I nudged her back up up with my muzzle but when she collapsed to the ground saying between pants "I... can't... run... more... too much..." I crept between her legs until she was saddling me like a mini horse and took off running at full speed to the secluded meadow.

After shooting into the high grass I halted to a stop, sending Poppy tumbling off my back and rolling in the grass with a grunt. Panting, I shifted back and collapsed into the tall grass with sore legs.

"Why did you run all the way to the meadow?" Poppy asked, rolling onto her back and staring up at the cloudless sky. "The other agent was gone and I didn't know where he had gone or if he had went to get back up or something..." I gasped. Poppy laughed, "Back up? For you?" I stuck my tongue out and gave her a small push.

"Some agent though he left his partner by herself in the face of danger." There was a thought wiggling in the back of my mind, a paranoid feeling that encircled the edges of my mind but I couldn't quite remember what, like I had forgotten something.

"You still have the spray can?"

"Yep!"

"They didn't see you?"
"Well... That Lucy lady didn't but I don't know about the other guy. I came out after the Dog Hater pulled out her radio."

Then it hit me...

The radio... She pulled it out and flipped it on, they heard Poppy talking, they know her voice, whoever 'they' is I don't know but it can't be good.

The scene played back in my mind, the suited female pulling out the small, boxy radio, flipping it on, then me attacking her leg. I decided to voice my concerns to Poppy who worried before she spoke, "Well maybe 'they' won't come across me..." She tried to wave it off. "This is a very small town, do you really believe that?"

"Ok then, how about I just keep my voice down around those agents, around every agents."

"I guess that's better, although I'm sure some will think its a bit suspicious."

The girl dressed in black just shrugged her shoulders before standing and offering a pale hand to help me up as well. "Come on that was a rush and I'm tired, let's go back to our homes."

"Agreed." I accepted her hand and we both walked together, until we had to split up to go to our separate homes. At the front door of the lanky building I stopped in time to turn around and wave goodbye as well as say "Walk safely." The red-haired girl waved back enthusiastically before continuing her walk.

The injury from the gun on my forehead had already healed but before I stepped inside I made sure that there was no dried blood on my skin. Feeling none of the crusty hemoglobin on my face I rushed open the door and raced up to my room; trying to avoid all human contact. Gertrude wasn't there which was good, my plan was stilling going to happen. These agents didn't install safety, they just installed more fear, more uncertainty. They didn't make me feel better, they made feel angry. Even thinking about it, an image of the librarian flashed through my head and the conversation I heard at the concrete building.

               They talked about her like she was trash.

The even now the sun was sinking below the town, painting the skyline in fire, golden colors raged across the canvas of the sky; angry and bleeding like the emotions that churned in my belly.

               They talked like she was nothing more than dirt. Like they were just hunting deer.

I walked across to the other side of my room the alleyway window, unlocked it and stood there just taking in the air that blew in, fluttering the curtains and my hair. Poppy had given me the spray can, I had tied it around my waist with a rope, hopefully when I shifted it would stay around my waist.