I am a terrible person. I can't believe it. OVER FOUR MONTHS. I'm sorry! School really isn't in my favor this year. But it still doesn't mean that I should completely slack off! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!
So, thank you The Lunatic Author for reviewing the third chapter, and to answer your last sentence/question, maybe, maybe not. :D
So without further ado. Enjoy!
The car was coming fast, my eyes widened. At the last second, I quickly made an eighty pound hail stone (yes, I may have been skinny, but I was the strongest in my family) and chucked it at the car's hood, stopping it instantly. The driver cursed and opened his door. He ran in my direction, his face showed a lot of anger.
"WHAT THE CRAP WAS THAT?! Son of a-" He then was electrocuted and collapsed instantly. Two other men had managed to shoot him with weird wires coming out of the victim's back. My eyes narrowed as they approached me. They looked at me intently, while I looked at them back, wondering if they were friends, or foes. The man on the left spoke to me. His voice was hoarse and his breath smelled of smoke and ash. Yes, I live in a burning world, but the man's breath almost made me want to vomit.
"Thank you ma'am for the assist. We've been chasing this man for a while. May I ask for your name?" He said, while bending down, looking straight into my eyes. I don't know why, but I felt threatened, harassed even. I made the mistake of putting my hand on the hilt of my knife.
The other officer looked at me.
"Don't worry, darlin'. We're not gonna hurt ya." He said. For some reason, I didn't trust him. Actually, I had a reason. Portal told me that, and her claim was broken. Was she the reason I was at this place? Am I even in the same world I was originally in?!
My grip tightened around my knife's hilt. One of the policeman actually tried to lay his hand on me, trying to see if I was alright. However, I took that as a threat. I slapped his hand off of me, grabbed my knife, and slashed it across his right arm, the arm he tried to place on me. Was I a little paranoid? Yes. Does it look like I care? Heck no. As they always say, better to be safe than sorry.
But… I was more "sorry" than "safe" a few seconds later.
The officer I slashed stood up immediately, and cursed while grabbing his bleeding arm. The other officer picked up a device and spoke some words, [that would immediately make my story an M rating], before turning it on and speaking into it. The only sentence, coming from the device, that made me believe they were definitely foes was this:
"Bring it into custody, we'll figure out what to do from there." The device said.
I started to make a run for my money from there.
I immediately created a dust devil and flew away, fear was starting to build up in me. I took a glance behind me and saw the officers run to their vehicles. They turned on and they drove at high speeds towards me. I turned my head forward and looked ahead. I saw lights that were becoming significantly brighter the closer I came to them.
"A city…" I thought, accelerating in speed.
A few seconds later, after going as fast as I could, I found myself soaring on the streets. The lights were shining brightly in the nightlight. There were cars driving on both sides of me, and I saw a human child look at me through the window. Its mouth was agape, which almost made me crack a smile, until I heard the sounds of the police cars behind me. I quickly looked behind me and saw them chasing me, almost as fast as my dust devil was going (about eighty-two miles an hour, mind you). In my head, I was laughing at their faces, thinking that they couldn't catch me. On my face, however, I kept my look of fear visible, hopefully making them think that they had it in the bag.
That is, until I turned my head to look back at the road in front of me.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the bridge of my nose collided with a stop light's horizontal pole. I had completely forgot that every time I go faster than the average dust devil, it gets taller and thicker. Anyways, in reality, my head should've been on the ground with my body a few blocks away, but I had the ability to tense my body up enough to not keep it from breaking apart. I will explain how I learned later, it isn't a very bright memory. The impact caused me to lose consciousness and I fell to the ground.
My last thought? "Crap."
Iblis' face towered over my younger self, roaring angrily. I cowered in fear and turned around to run, but there were needles and stalagmites where I was about to set foot. I screamed. I turned around to face Iblis, but a black hedgehog was there.
"You poor thing… you're too young to go through all this trauma." He said in a calm, yet frightening, manner.
I turned around to run again, but I saw my three brothers' dead bodies. Impaled, burnt, boiled blood, and open, pale eyes, staring directly at me. Their voices echoed in my head.
"Run."
"Get out of here."
"Leave us behind."
"Wake up."
"Wake up!" Shouted a voice.
I opened my eyes to see a female police officer in front of me. She was a black fox, unlike her colleagues, who were human. She had grey, cat-like eyes and her tail was spotted with white dots. She had a pretty sharp set of fangs, and her ears were pointed. Her expression was unreadable, which could either be a good, or really bad thing. I tried to sit up but I realized I was restrained by my hands and feet. They were strapped with a rough black rope, and were strapped pretty tight. I attempted to slide my hands through them, but instead I gave myself a rope burn on my wrist.
"You're a get up and go person, aren't you?" The fox deadpanned, keeping her expression neutral. I snarled.
"That's how I'd like to be, but you're not letting me be released. Why is that?" I asked, keeping my voice clear.
The fox sighed, "You purposely cut one of my colleagues, and ran without any regard for people on the road. You caused three car crashes, five people were injured when you flew by, and you destroyed a stoplight by running into it. You're going to be in jail for a while. You will also have this on your personal record." She explained, with an evil glint in her eye. She then turned around to leave.
I stopped struggling against the ropes on my wrists and ankles, and looked up at her, confused.
"Personal record? What's that." I asked. The fox stopped and looked back at me.
"Come again?" She asked, picking at the end of her fangs.
"What's a personal record?" I asked again, agitation welling up inside my stomach.
She sighed, her ears were slouching a little, "A personal record is exactly how it sounds. Now please, don't ask stupid questions." She finished and walked out of the room and locked the door, leaving me alone.
I looked around my cell, and saw it had metal walls, a very small window, and the chair I was strapped in. The chair itself was cushioned with some type of fabric I had never seen, but the outside was some type of metal as well, and the ropes used to restrain me were leather.
"This is fantastic…" I thought, with disappointment.
PLOT DEVELOPMENT. Well I really do apologize for the lateness of this chapter. But with testing finished and the end of the year almost here, (woot woot!) I've finally been able to finish, plus I had a serious case of writers block, but I'm glad that's over. And then there was Fire Emblem that marched right through my door (Nishiki, Flannel, and Suzukaze are awesome!) But oh well. I was able to finish and now I will see you all in the next chapter! Have a wonderful rest of your day!
EDIT: Forgot to mention that my friend/ the creator of Portal, started her side of the story. Go check it out even though it only had one chapter so far XD thanks!
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