It was a cold and windy night and darkness covered the full moon. I held my mother's hand as she practically dragged me down the alleyway while sharply talking to my father. "She should have won more than a dang certificate and money," her voice filled with disappointment, "I mean she practically came up with another way to fight cancer!"
My father sighed, "It hasn't been tested yet and when the results come back, she will most likely be rewarded even more. It is just a theory sweetheart." I whimpered, my theories had always been perfect and I never understood why they questioned my finding. I tripped causing a sharp order from my mom to watch where I stepped and stop dark, tall shadows blocked both exits of the alley causing all three of us to stop. "What do you want," my dad's voice firm.
One of the shadows flashed a gun and his voice was harsh, "We want the girl." My mom's hand clenched on to my hand tighter and pushed me behind her.
"No," my mom's voice raising to hysterics, "oh no, please Richard don't let them!" My father moved toward the man to talk to him and the sound of the gun going off echoed in my ears. My father's body crumpled to the ground causing my mother to scream and stumble toward him. The gun fired once more and my mother's scream turned into a gurgle. I stood there with my eyes wide open as their blood mixed with the puddles of water. Anger burned in my soul and I threw aside logic. I charged at them, screaming with rage, and the last bullet was shot. I gasped and doubled over my hand covering fresh wound. My own blood dripped down onto the wet pavement.
Harsh hands grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. "Let her blood flow some more so the police will drop off the trail quickly," the harsh voice said.
"But boss, if she bleeds too much the head guy won't be happy," a younger voice said worriedly.
"Lex Luther can kiss my boots, he said we need to make it look like she was a hopeless case. If there is enough blood they won't be looking for her alive, but her body, which they will never find," he growled back.
"I think this enough blood boss, plus that is a police siren I hear." The younger voice weak.
"Fine get her in the car and start cleaning her wound so she doesn't die."
I woke up in a white room with my wrists and ankles clasped to a cold table by steal. The lights were bright and the white walls reflected the light. I pulled myself up on my elbows and saw the bandage wrapped around my stomach with blood stain on the surface. Gray doors slid open and several people entered the room with white lab coats, clipboards and goggles hanging around their neck. One of them walked toward me while the rest lined the pale back walls. He had dark brown hair with dark eyes and a small smile. "Hello Carol, it seems you are awake," his voice light. I widen my eyes, he was acting as though nothing had happened and I wasn't a panic stricken seven year old.
"Who... Who told you my name," my voice shaking.
He smiled and put his forefinger to his lips and said, "It's a secret." He put his hand against my cheek and kiss my forehead shocking me and causing me to stiffen. "It seems we need to change your dressing, Henry get me some medical gauze and wound cleaning items as well," his voice calm and steady.(Wham!( Henry the redhead ran into the door)). His steady hands unwrapped the blood stained bandage from my body. Henry (aka random redhead) came in with clean gauze and medical cleaners. He took the medical wipes (from a dizzy Henry) and cleaned off the fresh blood, gently but swiftly. He lifted my body easily and wrapped the new gauze around my stomach.
"What am I doing here," I asked.
He sighed, "you'll find out later."