Broken Rebel
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: Miami. Just Solana.
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Solana was just turning a corner when a stranger decked out in black rammed into her.
"What the-" She was cut off with a gun to the head.
Three other people holding guns came after him, standing a good pace away when they saw her.
It took her a moment to realize it.
She was in a hostage situation.
And she was the hostage.
She had been threw a lot, but never a hostage.
Let me tell you a little more on Miss Solana, before we continue…
She has black hair with one dark red streak in the front, and brown eyes.
She wore a black open trench coat, a black tee-shirt, and due to fights, and had rips on the stomach, and dirty jeans.
What was more, she was only thirteen.
An old lady once told her she was too young to be on the streets.
'Yeah? Doesn't that mean I was too young to be thrown out all those years ago?' She remembered thinking.
Her Father didn't want her, and he threw her out when she was 10. Her Mother was in a coma.
Last year she found out that he had moved away to the other side of the country, abandoning his wife and child.
She moved on, and learned to sing.
She began making money simply by singing in the park, the street, and even a couple of times at high school fairs.
Her Mother was still in a coma, but she didn't visit.
She knew that the hospital didn't let 'tramps' into the vicinity, and that's exactly what they thought she was.
So back to the Hostage situation.
The one closest to her had red hair.
"Sir…Let the girl go." He said slowly and firmly, and Solana felt calmer, safer.
The gun didn't move, and the Stranger didn't show signs of doing anything.
She made eye contact with the red haired stranger.
He tried again.
"Please, Sir, let her go. She didn't do anything wrong." He said again.
'If you only knew how many people I fought with.' She thought.
The stranger paused, then pushed her towards them, and shot.
"NO!" The man yelled, and Solana screamed, covering her head with one hand.
Her other hand was embedded with a bullet.
He ran away, and the red head started barking orders.
"Speed! Wolfe! Follow him!"
The two others ran after the gun man.
The red head bent down next to her.
"My name's Horatio. What's your name?" He asked her, punching numbers into his cell phone.
Solana's vision was getting blurry as her hand was still leaking lots of blood.
"S-Solana…" She said, she started crying.
"Solana, that's a very nice name. Can you tell me your parent's names please Solana?" He asked trying to keep her awake, while calling an ambulance.
She struggled to find words.
"D…Don't have…any…p…parents…"
He blinked for a moment, and then continued.
"Where do you live, Solana honey?" He asked.
She stared at him.
The ambulance's sirens were here, and the next moment she was being loaded on a stretcher.
Her free hand immediately grabbed Horatio's, as her vision turned black.
"Don't…leave…me…" faded on her lips as her vision turned black, the last thing she saw was Horatio's worried look.
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