Helen has been on the run from the government, the FBI, and the CSI for very valuable, and very dangerous, information she has downloaded and deleted from the government files. For the last five years, she's been running and hiding from those in cri...
Helen ran across the highway and went into an alleyway to hide from the scumbags shooting at her. Quickly, she jumped into the alleyway dumpster and layed still to let the smell of dirty trash, from the sewers, overpower her own scent, that the scumbag dogs picked up on her over time from when she was running from them. "How is this possible? The trail stops here?" The leader asks incredulously surprised by the outcome as the dogs could only find the scent stopping in the middle of the alleyway.
"We are dealing with a professional, and very smart, street rat," said one of the lackey's.
"Drago wants that street rat alive because of that stupid information she carries that is, apparently, important to the government. He'll have our heads for letting her slip by us again," the leader said in a snappy tone before barking out, "Search the town! That street rat does not leave this town!"
The young 18 year old waited until she heard them all leave and decided to wait a while longer just in case if a few lagers decided to stick around to see if she was still there. After a few minutes of silence, she sighed in relief and peeked over the top of the dumpster to see that two goons have been left behind. Smirking, cause she easily can take on more than two alone, Helen grabbed a piece of a tin can and threw it to a corner in the alleyway. This caused both men to become distracted long enough for Helen to jump out and kick down one before punching the other one unconscious. With both men down, Helen went to the dumpster and grabbed her bag before heading out into town. She pulled out her black hoodie, with a red skull on the back of it, hoodie and was prepared to put it on when she felt a searing pain in her side.
She looked to see that one of the goons had shot her in the side and she was bleeding pretty badly (with feeling the effects of adrenaline fade away). "Great," Helen muttered to herself with a bit of annoyance and anger within it.
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There was no way she could to the hospital because that would alert the FBI as well as the government and the CSI. A furry head poked it's way out of her backpack to reveal her favorite pet cat Toothless, who she took in three years ago, when finding the young cat as a kitten abandoned in a cardboard box to be given away for free. Helen opened her heart to the young cat and fed it milk, from the cartons she stole from the grocery store, as well as the food she would occasionally steal for herself as well, helping the young cat to grow into what he is today. A young black male feline companion. Anyway, Toothless looked at the wound and licked his chops reminding Helen that she would need to get them both food for later. Sighing, Helen applied pressure to her wound and tried to stop it from bleeding any more than it already is.
This just caused more pain making Helen grimace and grunt a little softly in pain. Toothless looked at Helen's face before meowing and giving a look that says, 'You know there is someone who can help you.'
"Oh no Toothless. (Looks around before walking into the nearest alleyway between two abandoned buildings and continuing her conversation with her cat) I swore never to go back to that place after what they did to me," Helen said remembering those horrible memories of her hometown being mean and rude to her, bullying her mentally and physically, and her own father was ignoring her as well to the point he thought she didn't exist.
