Magnetic Attraction

by Fiery Shadows (aka bookworm3429)

Chapter 3: Escape

Shadow ran down the corridor, looking desperately for another exit. There wasn't any.

Behind her, 2 enforcers closed in. A few punches here and there and they were out like a light.

Well, it wasn't long before she found herself handcuffed in the interrogation chamber this time with 10 enforcers guarding the door.

She shot them her evillest smirk along with a poisonous glare.

They glanced away from her uneasily. Cowards.

"Samantha Starling, you are under arrest for assault and battery of a police officer."

Shadow shrugged. Samantha Starling was one of her many false identities in Britain.

They had her hauled to one of the holding cells in the enforcer post.

By then. She'd already inspected the weave of warding spells in the place.

Whoever'd done the warding must have been an idiot. Instead of the standard vibrant greens, blues and reds of the spells, the wards there were a pale sickly yellow. Weak enough to break through.

She teleported back to her cottage in Devon.

There she would hide. It wasn't even as if she was a really wanted criminal. But they'd probably connected her with the drug dealers.

Maybe she'd consider teleporting back to Meliana, her island in the middle of the pacific ocean.

Maybe. Really, the enforcers had more to do than chase after her, didn't they?

She hoped at least that they hadn't informed the Aurors that she was a dangerous powerful criminal on the loose. Because then her photo would be handed to the Aurors. And they'd come after her thinking she was her sister. Not that a couple of Aurors would be hard to handle...

stepping stones to get across the swampy land in field Zombies that walk around until they hit you then they kill you.
the coke that dad and bro and uncle drink and they die.
try to get the medicine in that store to cure them.
I stay until closing time and the doors snap shut and everyone turns into zombies i have the medicine i have to look for the place to get them

lockers shoes airplane

Shadow scrubbing hands in sink.

Shadow huddling up in corner of sofa remembering countless people running their hands down her body; and shivering.