Lost "Lamb"
A dark hooded figure raced through the night, his breath steaming in front of his face and disappearing into the murky blackness of the deserted area outside L.A. Even in this far outside of town the night was alive with sounds for his ears to make out.
"Where am I?" The boy screamed into the inky blackness. The grassy hills wet with dew and causing the boys bare feet freeze in the night. He looked slyly into the night his heart trying to break through his chest, not with fear but with the pure urge for a fight, just something to hit, to kill.
"I sure hope there's something here," he whispered sending up another cloud of water vapour into the night.
Crack. The boy spun round. He stared wildly into the bushes, his deep red- brown hair blowing in front of his black eyes. Something moved in the bushes that surrounded a large clump of trees.
"W.w.who's there?" he called, his voice full of fear he'd been rehearsing for months. "You d...d.don't scare me"
Suddenly lumbering from the trees came a large troll-like demon. Its thick, tree like muscle's bulging in the thin moonlight.
The creature grunted and walked lightly towards the boy, though it was huge it was surprisingly fast and agile. A thin grin twisted up the side of the boy's mouth.
"Huh.works every time," the sly lad said. His tone colder than the night he had been running through.
He leaped forward pulling out a concealed weapon and slashing it into the demons gut and then ripped upwards towards its heart.
Then from the darkness emerged a second figure. She gazed at the boy as he ripped out the demons heart and held it up, thick green blood dripping from it, the moonlight catching it in the dark.
"So the rumours are true," the brunette whispered as she whipped out her mobile from her pocket. "Lilah here. It's definitely our boy. Everything is an all go."
Then with a blaze of blinding light three four-wheel drives came driving over the grass, cutting deep marks in the soft earth and their engines growling like tigers.
Blinded by the light the boy staggered back, dropping the heart, which squelched when it hit the ground.
From the four-wheel drives came 16 heavily armed Wolfram and Hart workers who ran at the boy. Stun guns in hand, the men attacked. At a 16:1 chance of winning the boy didn't stand a chance. Screaming in pain as the stun guns hit, the boy collapsed to the ground. He tried to get up but fell unconscious to the floor where he lay motionless. The heavily armed men moved in dragging him up, taking him to the cars and driving off.
"Welcome to your new home kid," Lilah said to the now deserted night.
The deep marks in the soil were the only evidence anything had happened that frosty night.
* * * * *
"Hallo. Welcome to Angel Investigations. We help the helpless. How can we help you?" chirped Fred from behind he desk in the hotels lobby.
A thin gangly woman with bright amber hair that twisted round her face came towards the desk.
"Um.Hallo," the woman's voice sounded thin and stretched and her eye's glistened in the light from the bulbs over-head. "I.I need to talk to Angel. I.it's my son. He's gone."
Please, Please, Please R+R
A dark hooded figure raced through the night, his breath steaming in front of his face and disappearing into the murky blackness of the deserted area outside L.A. Even in this far outside of town the night was alive with sounds for his ears to make out.
"Where am I?" The boy screamed into the inky blackness. The grassy hills wet with dew and causing the boys bare feet freeze in the night. He looked slyly into the night his heart trying to break through his chest, not with fear but with the pure urge for a fight, just something to hit, to kill.
"I sure hope there's something here," he whispered sending up another cloud of water vapour into the night.
Crack. The boy spun round. He stared wildly into the bushes, his deep red- brown hair blowing in front of his black eyes. Something moved in the bushes that surrounded a large clump of trees.
"W.w.who's there?" he called, his voice full of fear he'd been rehearsing for months. "You d...d.don't scare me"
Suddenly lumbering from the trees came a large troll-like demon. Its thick, tree like muscle's bulging in the thin moonlight.
The creature grunted and walked lightly towards the boy, though it was huge it was surprisingly fast and agile. A thin grin twisted up the side of the boy's mouth.
"Huh.works every time," the sly lad said. His tone colder than the night he had been running through.
He leaped forward pulling out a concealed weapon and slashing it into the demons gut and then ripped upwards towards its heart.
Then from the darkness emerged a second figure. She gazed at the boy as he ripped out the demons heart and held it up, thick green blood dripping from it, the moonlight catching it in the dark.
"So the rumours are true," the brunette whispered as she whipped out her mobile from her pocket. "Lilah here. It's definitely our boy. Everything is an all go."
Then with a blaze of blinding light three four-wheel drives came driving over the grass, cutting deep marks in the soft earth and their engines growling like tigers.
Blinded by the light the boy staggered back, dropping the heart, which squelched when it hit the ground.
From the four-wheel drives came 16 heavily armed Wolfram and Hart workers who ran at the boy. Stun guns in hand, the men attacked. At a 16:1 chance of winning the boy didn't stand a chance. Screaming in pain as the stun guns hit, the boy collapsed to the ground. He tried to get up but fell unconscious to the floor where he lay motionless. The heavily armed men moved in dragging him up, taking him to the cars and driving off.
"Welcome to your new home kid," Lilah said to the now deserted night.
The deep marks in the soil were the only evidence anything had happened that frosty night.
* * * * *
"Hallo. Welcome to Angel Investigations. We help the helpless. How can we help you?" chirped Fred from behind he desk in the hotels lobby.
A thin gangly woman with bright amber hair that twisted round her face came towards the desk.
"Um.Hallo," the woman's voice sounded thin and stretched and her eye's glistened in the light from the bulbs over-head. "I.I need to talk to Angel. I.it's my son. He's gone."
Please, Please, Please R+R