Chapter 3: You can run but you can't hide
When she finally stopped running, Doll realised that she was lost.
But it doesn't matter, she thought, because I'm never going back!
She was in a part of the town she had never seen before, and it was getting dark. She walked through narrow alleys, hiding in the shadows, trying not to be noticed by anyone, when suddenly a rough voice behind her said:
"Well, well, what's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?"
Suddenly she understood how helpless she was outside the Turner mansion. Her blood froze in her veins and she closed her eyes, wishing it was all just a bad dream and that she didn't hear the man come closer...
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Lijah was running trough the deserted alleys as fast as her long legs could carry her. She had no idea where Doll could be, and the territory was unknown, but she still had to search for her. Will had suggested a search party, but she knew it would be too little too late. The area wasn't safe for anyone, especially not an angel travelling by herself. She stopped to catch her breath, and she could feel her heart beating in her chest, almost threatening to burst out through her ribcage. She didn't know why Doll had ran away, but the looks she'd seen in the girl's eyes troubled her. It was almost like she'd been accusing her of... something. But Lijah couldn't for the life of her fathom what. Or why.
Suddenly Lijah was awaked from her musing by a piercing scream from a nearby alley. "Oh no, that sounds like Doll!" she gasped, and immediately started to sprint. She had to save her!
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Doll felt a rough hand grab her arm.
"Did'ya hear me? I asked ya a question!"
"Please let go of me," Doll sobbed and tried to pull away. The sailor leered at her and reached up with his other hand, towards her face. Almost without thinking Doll reached up and grabbed his wrist, then twisted it away. A loud "SNAP" echoed through the dark alley, and the sailor reeled back, screaming. Doll was still sobbing with fear, not even noticing what she had done. Her mother had taught her to fight for herself, but she had forgotten to teach her courage.
"Help, somebody!" she screamed between sobs and gasps for air. But instead of a valiant hero, what she saw was the light at the end of the alley being blocked out, as more sailors came towards her.
"Get the bitch!" the hurt sailor yelled. "She's gonna pay!" Doll cowered against the brick wall, wrapping her arms around herself. All hope was lost... she would die here in this dark, stinking alley, and no one would ever know.