Angelina lived a very chaotic life and it worked. At least until now it did, she found herself frantically glancing back at the group of 4 men chasing after her ehilst pushing through the swarms of people in the shopping centre. She wasn't the most athletic out of her family nor was she back in her schooling days, yet she found herself gliding away from these incompetent gentlemen who lazily dragged their feet across the floor and one even pausing to comfort the stitch he got near his ribcage.
'Pffftttt sissy's' She rolled her hazelly green eyes in an arrogant matter. She saw a young male just a few feet behind her, she had only one chance and used the number three rule in her book:
3# When chased always put obstacles in their way
So that is exactly what she did. She smugly smirked as she saw the metallic rubbish bin coming up and took the risk. She jumped over it and kicked it over, unfortunately stumbling a little when she did which wiped the smug look from her face. She puffed out air in relief as she regained her footing and continued to run further. People watched in disgust at the scene of 4 men chasing a 'hooligan', she bitterly thought the word, but was then stunned when another young male stood infront of her, she collided with him with a blunt force that knocked the breath out of her chest. She deflected off him and onto the floor that was dampened from the heavy british rain that occured just hours beforehand. She pitifully glanced up at the black haired man who had a smug grin carved on his face; he grabbed a fistful of her orangey- red hair and pulled her up, she clenched her jaw and quickly complied as her scalped burnt. In her mind she jumped from concludion to conclusion of if she was going to die, how she was going to die, where they would kill her or even if they would kill her. Did they have a leader?
"Where you been?!" She snapped out of what seemed like an hour worth of thoughts in seconds. She turned around and saw a gruff looking man shouting raspily; realising he was probably a smoker as the rest of them seemed to be also. They all looked like a unit- the same balding heads and long sleeved black polo shirts over their large bodies which seemed to be a mixture of fat and some muscle. Uncharacteristically, she should have said something smart like 'what do you want with me?' Instead she spat out 'How FAT are you?" Some spit went on his shirt and she hastily covered her mouth 'Oh shit...'
"WHADDA YA SAY?" One of the skin headed men shouted, his voice sounded strained and raspy, similar to a sharp piece of metal scratching another piece of metal. She flinched as he snatched the scuff of her now dirtied white shirt "N-Nothing" She squeekily stuttered as the man moved his face forward to glare into her eyes. His eyes reflected his thoughts of murder, beatings and more.
"Hey, boss said we need her alive" The black haired man commanded. The bald man shoved her to the glass covered ground and sighed heavily, turning his gaze to the black haired man who went to grab her when her attacker landed a swift punch to the black haired guy's face; he wiped the corner of his mouth and they both began to brawl.
"E-excuse me miss, are you okay?" A soft femine voice hesitantly asked, Angelina craned her head towards the voice and saw a brunette.
"Yeah I'm fine" The woman nodded
"Are you sure?" A more demanding voice entered, this time it was an older woman that looked like the brunettes mother "I should call the police on those brutes, man-handling women like this in this day and age-"
"I'm fine, really, thank you" Angelina gathered her pride as she stood up and wiped herself down; attempting to pick off the flecks of glass that snagged on her jeans and shirt. Rushing a little as she felt a bit beaten and wanting to find the comfort of her home.
The brunette observed the distress looking girl and nodded "How about we get some coffee to warm you up?" Her voice beginning to sound much more insistent.
Angelina shook her head, beginning to grow frustrated of the outlookers help "I'm fine thanks, I really need to get home" She gave them a seemingly sincere smile "Thank you again" She turned around and quickly stalked away hoping that the men noticed the strangers attention and morale and just left , behind her she heard the older ladies voice
"What on Earth just happened?"
Angelina's POV
After a few minutes, I finally got home. My 'oh so lovely' apartment was a disgrace! Old pizza and Chinese boxes found themselves scattered in the corner of the room, along with jeans and underwear draped over her furniture. Her apartment resembled that of an old ladies, which it was- well it used to be. An old lady lived in the apartment before passing away, luckily leaving her furniture there as there was no one else to take it. Not that I'm happy the old lady died, I'm just lucky that the furniture had been kept or else I wouldn't have been blessed with the comfy arm-chairs. Not that it mattered anyway, they always found me and by they I mean my old rival group. I use to live in London, in my young and naive teenage stage- i decided it was time for me to join a gang. Afterall, it was all of the range then and it still is now. I was in a gang called 'The devils rejects', I know that's not original but they seemingly liked it. Anyway, a giant fight broke out between this other gang called 'Black Scarecrows' and it escalated. It was no place for a young girl. Some brought knives and some ever brought guns, and I was scared. I was alone and I was scared. A chain of events of events trailed soon after a male placed his knife to my face, which unfortunately left me branded a freak ever since. Now the 'Black Scarecrows' boss has made it his duty to cleasnse the Earth of freaks and scum like me.
I sighed and fell on to my sofa; my feet barely touching the other arm as I stretched out. I managed to obtained my short height from my mothers side along with my increasingly short temper. I suppose my awful excuse for a temper. I took off my black wooly hat that has faved the many british summers and winters, and threw it on the pile of clothing that was also forming on my table. I closed my eyes and tried to erase todays scenario from my mind, hoping it would calm my nerves, but my landline phone rung. I glanced at the phone on the wall on the first two rings, contemplating on answering it but I rarely het phone calls, so I decided it would be a wise decision.
I took a deep breath in and attempted to smile as I chirped out a "hello!".
"I know where you are Angelina, I know exactly where you are. Enjoy your peaceful time alone because I will make sure that you freaks are slowly taken care of. Do I make my self clear?" A stern voice mumbled, I presumed correctly that those men belonged to someone.
"Transparent" I replied now fully awake.
"You better watch your back Edie" He spat my old nickname that the gang gave me with malice, I heard him slam the phone down and I groaned; hitting my head on the phone a couple of times before letting it drop.
"Puddy, it looks like it's time to move!" My tiny, black kitten Puddy blinked and ran into my bedroom. I bit my nail and stormed into my bedroom knowing I didn't have much time left...
