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Chapter 11Her running stopped. Raven let her breaths painfully scratch in and out of her throat as she doubled over, heaving softly. Her eyes closed a moment before she dared to look around. She had no idea where she was. She had run for a good fifteen minutes, and not only had it took her breath away, but also her sense of direction.
The sunlight glowed down strongly, the bitter autumn sky was clear of clouds, and the sunlight was left to bear naked rays down upon the suburb's streets. No heat came with it however. The air around Raven was bitingly cold; it stung at her flesh as the wind blew gusts in her face. Her breaths had calmed now, and she straightened to take a closer look at where she was. A hand rose to run her hair from her face.
She was at the end of a street of houses, presumably a street a good few blocks from where her parent's home was. This street was oddly empty, and it took a while for Raven to realise that it was working hours, and everybody would be doing their normal mid-week day. Going to school or work. It bitterly reminded her that she was doing neither, and never could. She blew a sigh out of her lips as she pulled her bag more securely over her shoulders before she started walking slowly. She had no idea where her feet would lead.
As she walked her mind slowly travelled back and thought over the events in the last hour, over the defence of her mother, and Raven's retaliation to her father. She felt a gush of worry suddenly flow through her. She had stabbed her father. Not that she particularly cared for his well-being, but she did care about her mother's reaction. And what were the police going to do? Surely they would get involved one way or another?
And a description of a blue skinned girl would hardly be difficult to find, and it also meant she would be labelled instantly as a mutant. A mutant that had attempted to murder.
She sighed again, turning slowly around one of the corners, a hand idly pulling her jacket hood over the top of her baseball cap to hide her face more securely from view as cars passed by on the road quietly. There was not a lot that could be done now. She had completed the attack, now she just had to get on with the rather poor fragments of life that she had left. She may not be caught. But was that even a bright side? Both sides seemed pretty dark and unsettling.
A life on the streets or a life back inside the prisons. Only this time, she would not escape, they would be sure of that.
As night began to settle on the city of New York, the glimmering stars were slowly getting obscured by growing masses of grey clouds that filled the indigo sky in a stealthy smog. Raven had sat herself in a nearby park and had since proceeded to do nothing but stare wistfully at the grass beneath her. She had not travelled much further from her home. She wasn't ready to take herself to a completely unfamiliar place. At least here in New York she could navigate herself to some extent.
The air had become a lot colder; the wind around her had become fiercer. She huddled closely to the tree trunk she sat against, bowing her head to the hisses and thrashing in the treetops above as the wind disrupted the silence. Her eyes tightly closed as she bent her head down to nestled against her chest, trying to force herself into a small ball. Her eyes opened for a moment as she glanced down to her hands. She looked at the dark blue skin that was marked, not only from her earlier window smashing, but also from the breakage of the mirror. Her hands looked very sore, scratches and nicks out of her palms marked them. Long lines of blood ran along her knuckles windingly. She sighed quietly, pulling specially brought gloves out of her pocket and quickly pulling them over her hands, hiding the marked flesh from view.
The naturals sounds remained over the peaceful scene. She looked up slowly to watch over the long stretch of grass and winding pathways. She could see the lake in the centre of the park just down a small slope. Benches surrounded it, each one glistening in the misty light. She rubbed her fingers together slowly in her lap in a bid to warm them up, but she soon stopped as she felt her wounds suddenly sting. She ceased her wince as she closed her eyes.
But then, all of a sudden, she heard a familiar voice float over to her in the wind. Her eyes widened and her head froze it its movements as she listened desperately at the air.
"There! She's over there!"
Raven turned her head slowly, her stunning eyes glowing through the darkness as she stared down across the path to where she saw figures running. Who were they?
"There she is! Come on!"
Raven felt her tense insides suddenly relax from the nervous clench, in a slow wash of ice-cold water that tumbled into her gut. She recognised the voice. It was her father. The moonlight cast half of his body in light as he came closer, and his limp was now noticeable. Her hands raised and tightened on the straps of her bag. Should she run? Even though they would follow her? She rose slowly to her feet, her hands beginning to shake gently.
She only just realised how frightened she felt.
Beside her oncoming father were about three or four policemen, each bearing torches which jumped and dazzled upon the floor at the running movement. She could see the human's smoky breath shiver from their lips as they came closer, all running fast.
She turned quickly; ready to sprint away into the darkness. But she heard one of the police, "Halt!" he screamed, "Turn around with your hands in the air!" Raven gasped softly, her raised foot lowered slowly to settle by its partner. She remained stood with her back to the humans. Slowly, she raised her arms, the wounded hands passing above her bowed head to raise softly either side her skull.
"Turn around!" she heard another police officer shout; this time the voice was from a female.
Raven slowly moved around, her trainers shuffling quietly on the grass as they turned her body around. Her bowed head rose slowly. Strands of red blew slowly in front of her face as the wind picked up and wrestled in the trees around her. As her swarming hair blew out of her line of vision she saw her father leaning again a tree, wincing and holding his leg whilst the four police officers positioned around the front of her, watching warily.
"Raven Darkholme," began another of the male officers, plucking his gun from his hip holster as he edged forward slowly towards the awaiting mutant. When Raven raised her head, she heard the soft gasps from the officers as her alien eyes glowed mysteriously. They illuminated fiercely in the surrounding darkness. The officer that was coming towards her continued to speak, "I am arresting you on suspicion of attempted murder and grievous bodily harm." He was stood right in front of her now, "You.." he stammered slightly as he stared right into those seemingly pupil less eyes. They glowed so brightly.. "You do not have to say anything.. but anything you do say may.."
Raven narrowed her eyes slowly as she stared across at him. She heard angry voices whisper from the blowing wind. The man confronting her was evil. He had come to take her away and lock her up. This man could kill her. The voices told her that, echoingly reminding her. They also menacingly suggested things she could do to him.
"May.. m-may.. h-harm.."
All of a sudden, Raven's once frightened expression hardened and twisted to have a malicious smirk that cunningly bore upon the man, her eyes narrowed with a wry glint, "Anything I say may harm.. what? Harm you?" She smirked all the wider. In the next few seconds she felt a sudden surge of confidence and power unlike ever before. She proceeded to speak, "Well, can I say this? I am not going with you."
"Well.. I.. I'm afraid you must."
"You're afraid?" asked Raven coyly, tilting her head. Her hands were still raised, hovering there tirelessly. A flash of white came from her lips as she smirked all the more and she whispered lowly, "Good."
Before anyone could register what was happening, Raven had bowed down to a low crouch and had delivered a streamlined uppercut to the jaw of the police officer. His cries echoed around the park as he staggered backwards, tripping and falling on his back. As expected, the other officers suddenly gasped their surprise and let their guns shoot. Raven's eyes narrowed as she turned her head to the bullets, suddenly twisting and back flipping away the oncoming pieces of metal. Her trainers met the earth quietly as she landed, again dipping low to a smooth crouch, her legs bent and parted slickly across the grass. The last bullet soared tiredly over the top of her back, missing. Her head raised suddenly, glowing eyes snapping upon the nearest officer before she burst into a run, she slipped backwards in a crouch, skidded her feet across the earth to chop her legs across the ankles of the officer and sent them tumbling down with a yelp of surprise as their legs gave way.
More bullets shot from the two remaining officers. Raven grabbed the falling officer from beside her, the one she had just struck lowly at, and used his falling body as a protective shield against the zooming bullets. The sounds of his screams and sickening gushes proved he was a successful shield. Raven threw him away carelessly and bounded towards the last two officers. She jumped upwards, delivering a spread legged kick in either direction, one foot for each jaw of the officers.
They fell back with surprised faces, falling away from Raven like toppling trees, rigid with shock. She heard their falling bodies splatter against the mud with weak groans. Mental voices applauded her and praised her attacks on the police. Raven smirked all the wider, turning her hellish eyes upon her white faced father.
However, her attention was caught when she heard the radio of one of the grounded police crackle and the injured policewoman muttered weakly into it, "Richardson, get up here, help us."
And as if on cue, Raven heard a car engine suddenly rev extremely loudly. Her eyes moved from the policewoman, to her still wide-eyed father, then to the distance where the path disappeared into darkness. She saw two headlights suddenly bounce across the earth as the car roared over the concrete path and slippery mud. She recognised the car as a police car. The car was coming closer, engine fiercely loud, tyres screeching. The car didn't seem to be stopping. Raven's eyes widened as the car bounded over the top of the small slope and leapt towards her, throwing itself over the small mounds of grassy earth.
It was going to hit her!
In a sudden desperate bid she forward flipped, the front bumper of the police car missing her by mere inches. It screeched under her. She spiralled through the air once before landing upon the car bonnet with a clang. She gasped softly, hands falling to the metal surface to try and stop herself being thrown off as the car screeched around in a semi circle, narrowly missing the trunk of a tree. Raven let out a scream as her hands grabbed the windscreen wipers as she felt her body slide as she slipped upon the bonnet, legs sprawled.
"Oh God!" she cried, trying to heave herself closer to the windscreen, preferring not to fall under the vicious wheels. She screamed again as the car began to reverse with a furious whine of the tyres. The police officer inside seemed pretty desperate to get her off the bonnet, even if it meant killing her. As the car spun around on the grass, the mud squelched and splattered at the speedy rotation of the tyres. The car swung around, and Raven felt her grip leave the windscreen wipers and with a terrified yelp she was thrown sideways off the car. With a pained heave she hit the soft earth face first, her body rolled across the mud a few times before the force of the throw died as she was left to catch he breath. She managed a few desperate gasps of air before she staggered to her feet, looking around for the offending car. She could see the driver glaring at her, the engine revving.
Raven felt her chest tighten as the car suddenly burst forth once more, tyres screeching wetly in the dirt beneath. The car shot forward towards her, roaring ferociously. Raven's eyes widened in pure fright before she suddenly leapt to the side, diving out of the way of the car. The car skidded at the miss, the back end spun out of control and the car suddenly ripped skyward off the earth and spiralled onto it's back before sliding heavily into the nearby tree with an earth shattering crash of crinkling metal and shattering glass.
After the explosion of sound, the park fell silent. Raven lifted her head slowly to stare at the scene of destruction. She saw some of the earlier police officers beginning to try and lift their heads from the grass, nursing bleeding jaws. When Raven turned her head to the tree where her father had once been stood she noticed that he had gone. She frowned slowly, cautiously shuffling upon her knees and attempting to get to her feet. But she felt a hand grab her hair from behind her and she froze with a surprised gasp.
"You're becoming too much hassle," she heard her father growl, his grip tightening before he yanked her to her feet. Raven gasped and staggered, trying to direct her feet with her body. Before Raven had managed to stand safely she was suddenly struck by a punch to her side that caused her to cry out and buckle over instantly. Another strike hit her, and another, and another. They came too fast, and she was too appalled and shocked to defend herself. Her confidence had been drained away. She was back to being the submissive girl who was locked away.
Her screams and cries echoed chillingly around the air as each hit cut and bruised into her flesh. She pulled at his hold, trying to get free, but all of a sudden, he did that for her, throwing her forward to the floor. She staggered and stumbled, tripping and falling to the floor beside one of the unconscious police officers. She landed heavily on her side, gasping for air as her widened eyes stared at the floor beside her. Her shaking hands shot forth, grabbing the fallen gun from the policeman out of the wet grass. She dropped upon her back, raising the gun as she lifted her eyes to see her father limping forth at a surprisingly fast speed to come and complete his attack. She made a frightened cry before pressing the trigger of the gun. Several bangs roared in the air, and the furious determination that consorted her father's face relaxed. He made a strangled sort of gasp before his eyes were unfocused, watching her somewhat tiredly as he slumped forward. Eventually he slowly collapsed on his front with his blood-spattered limbs sprawled, blood beginning to soak the front of his shirt..
With shaking breaths Raven lifted the gun to her face, her shaking hands had cradled the handle so desperately. With a surprised gasp she threw the gun down, hands trembling all the more. She staggered weakly to her feet, looking down at the grounded bodies around her; she made a few nervous steps towards her father, a foot outstretched and it slowly hooked under him and turned his body over gently.
Three bullet wounds marked his chest, each one pouring heavily blood across his chest. His face still held that surprised expression, whilst soulless eyes stared up at the dark heavens. His head lolled back on the grass sickly as he was moved, and at the sight Raven made another shaky gasp. She licked over her parched lips slowly, a trembling hand running through her straggly fringe before she turned, and once more, ran.
Raven shows her more flexible side! Hehe!Please review for me everyone!