"No!" Penryn shouts, reaching for my shoes. "Bring her back! You don't want her! She's just a little girl!"
The winged creature smirks as I thrash helplessly at the air. As I go higher into the sky, Penryn becomes an insignificant dot amidst the post-apocalyptic rubble . My screams echo in vain, pervading through the silent night.
Clouds swirl around my feet. The bitter wind brushes past my shoulders as the angels raced across the heavens. Goosebumps appear on my skin; it must be really high up from the ground... I stop kicking the air for a while now. There is no point anyway, since it is a critical fall down below. If I piss the angels off, they would certainly drop me.
That brings the question: Why?
Why would they take me? To where?
I scan my surroundings. The angels seem to head for San Francisco; the slim silhouette of the Golden Gate Bridge is vaguely visible upon the dim horizon.
I yawn. Before I could think of answers, I drift off to sleep. Perhaps this is all a big hoaxy dream.
Bad news: This is not a nightmare. I wake up in some sort of rotted cell, naked. Great, now I am considered some prisoner of war. There are barred windows on the non-plastered wall; I peer through the cracks. I almost yelp at the gruesome terror before my eyes.
There are many consecutive cells like mine. Each contains a child, most likely kidnapped like me. The children ranging from three to twelve, resemble like ragdolls with stitches omnipresent over their bodies. They have no clothes on, with reveals countless scars and bruises. All appear to be extremely thin, some are literally bags of bones. Most of them are mutilated brutally beyond recognition.
I need to get out of here! God knows what these angels are doing to these poor children.. Those winged sickos will pay for this!
Suddenly, the lock to my cell door clicked open.