Faith was running when a bullet embedded itself in her flesh. Now she was dangling, her fingertips grasping the edge.
"Shit!" She gasped, praying that the comms would pick her up. "I need help! I've been shot!"
"Hold on, Faith!" Noah, his voice strangled. "Damn it, don't die! Icarus, where the hell are you?"
Faith gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the edge of the building.
Her right arm was hanging by her side, useless. The guard standing above smirked and lowered his gun, pressing it to her hand...and he went sailing over the edge.
Faith had never felt such happiness as when Icarus pulled her up.
"I've got Faith, Noah! She's-" Icarus swallowed thickly, pulling his hand away from her shoulder and gazing at the sticky blood coating it. "She's hurt. Bad."
A half conscious Faith and a panicked Icarus listened as Noah cursed violently.
"I'm sending reinforcements," the man said, and they heard frantic footsteps. "Icarus, find a hiding place and stay where you are!"
Icarus dragged them both to an alcove.
"Noah..." Faith whispered.
"You'll see him soon," Icarus murmured, stroking her hair gently. "I promise."
Faith sighed, closed her eyes, and lost consciousness.
A Note: Each chapter will be 200 hundred words. I'll be using prompts (The prompt for this chapter is Happiness. You can find them at artjournalist . com, 365 One Word Art Journal Prompts. I don't know if I'll write that many chapters yet).
This will eventually be a romance, but you'll have to wait and see what the pairing is.