SLIT THROAT SATURDAY

CHAPTER 7

Hannah and Kamiya were asleep until Hannah heard a big bang come from down below. She shot awake, alert and shaking. "What the fuck was that?" she asked. She stood up and very carefully stood over the side of the roof.

Down below, the whole building that she currently was on had caught fire. "Oh no!" cried Hannah. Kamiya meowed silently, then she scratched Hannah on the arm. "Ow, that hurt you fuck," she said examining the wound.

Blood trickled down her arm. But Hannah did not dare lick it off. Who knows where Kamiya's paws had been? She didn't want to get sick.

The cat started to hiss and the fur was standing up on her back. Her tail was all fluffed out. Then Kamiya took off into the burning building.

"At least one of us will get out safe," said Hannah. She stood over looking down into the dancing orange flames. "Are these the flames of hell coming to take me away?" she asked.

Everyone in the building had managed to get out. The fire department had arrived as well. The hoses of water tried to put out the flames, but it was going to take a long while before these flames would be under any control.

Meanwhile, Gage and Sydney had been searching the neighborhood for Hannah, with no luck when they heard about the fire. "Let's go," said Sydney.

Gage and Sydney arrived and saw that the fire was raging a little bit out of control. Gage's eyes were wide with shock. "Oh my lord! There is a girl on top of the roof!" cried an elderly lady pointing up.

Gage and Sydney, along with the entire population of people, looked up to see Hannah just glaring down at the Rangers. She looked the like the Devil's daughter, with her fiery red hair dancing along with the real flames. Her eyes were pure evil.

"I'll give them a show," she said. Hannah stepped closer and closer to the edge of the roof. "She's going to jump!" yelled the crowd.

Hannah was about to when she stepped back. "Faked ya," she said to herself. Then Hannah went to the opposite side of the building without anyone seeing her.

She saw a ladder that she had used to get on the roof. Slowly and very carefully she climbed down until her feet touched solid ground.

"Made it," she coughed from the black smoke that greeted her. She stumbled out of the alley and took off another away from the spectators on the other side and the Rangers that she had been running from for the last couple of days.

Hannah was cold. She had nowhere to go. She had no identification, no money, no clothes. Now she was practically homeless.

Hannah walked along the streets until she came to the junkyard. She walked in and just wandered around the glass that had been lying on the ground for who knows how long.

Ranger Gage and Sydney helped the firefighters when the fire was out. Apparently, the fire had started from old wires that had given out.

They looked for any remains of Hannah, but found nothing that resembled a burned skeleton or burned flesh.

"Where do we go from now?" asked Sydney. "We keep looking for her. This girl is driving me insane," said Gage with some rage in his voice.

"Excuse me," said a woman. "Are you looking for someone?" she asked them. "Yes we are," said Gage. "Is she a teen? Long red hair? Black gothic clothes on?" she asked. "Yes," said Sydney, getting anxious that this women knew something she didn't.

"I saw her. She went to the junkyard in that direction," she said pointing down a street. "Thank you," said Gage. Both Rangers got in their car and sped off to get their girl that had been causing them so much trouble and stress.

Hannah had picked up a huge piece of glass. She was staring at herself in the reflection. She was silently crying to herself.

Slowly, she placed the sharp shard over her wrist. She slowly made a motion, but still hadn't touched her skin. "I'm a girl that has caused other deaths, yet I'm afraid of death itself," she whispered to herself.

Hannah dropped the shard. It shattered into a thousand pieces. "Hannah?" someone asked. Hannah got up and looked to see the female Ranger at the end of the alley of garbage that Hannah was in.

"Get away from me," said Hannah, backing away. Sydney had her hand on her gun, ready to shoot. "Come with me, I can help you," she said.

"No. You want to arrest me then throw me into some insane asylum," said Hannah defiantly. "News flash girlfriend. It ain't going to happen," she said.

Hannah turned and ran the other direction. Sydney tried to shoot her, but just couldn't do it. "Gage!" yelled Sydney, as she took off after Hannah.

Gage waited on the opposite side of trash. His gun was out and ready to shoot anything that moved, even a frightened insane girl.

Hannah bolted out of the alley and straight into Gage's arms. Hannah knew she was caught, but instead of going quietly, she thrashed and kicked in Gage's arms.

"Settle down," said Gage. "Go to hell," replied Hannah. Gage's arms began to suffocate Hannah. His right arm slithered around her neck so she was in a headlock. "Let me go," whispered Hannah.

Gage shoved his gun against her temple. "Stop struggling," said Gage. Hannah had no choice but to surrender. She wasn't going to escape this muscle bound gorilla anytime soon.

Sydney came out and saw that Gage had his hands firmly wrapped around Hannah and that she was finally caught.