Wow:D, this story is getting positive feedback! Thank you guys for all the support! I hope you will enjoy this chapter.
While writing this chapter, all I could think about was the song "Take me to church" by Hozier. I think it's goes nicely with this?:D
Disclaimer: I don't own Predators. I own my Ocs and the overall story
The candles that surrounded her were like a endless river of lava. The taunting orange and red color was clouding up her vision as she looked at the fire, it amazed her that something as deadly as fire could be tamed to a single flame.
The pleasant heat that radiated onto her soft skin made McKenna immediately close her eyes with ease. The smell of wax made goosebumps awake onto the surface of her dull arms. She listened to the holy song as it was being sung by the whole church choir, the memebers were above them, spilling their voices onto the many believers below them.
The astonishing church was packed, it was always crowded on Sunday's, McKenna felt like she was in a can of smelly sardines. The well dressed people added extra warmth to the room.
McKenna's full lips seemed to mold with each lyric, the woman looked up and around. She felt a fieriness in her hearth as she sung proudly, she knew every word to the song and she was delighted. McKenna raised her voice from a mumble to a shout, "The Spirit of God like a fire is burning, the latter-day glory begins to come forth; The visions and blessings of old are returning, and angels are coming to visit the earth."
Her voice got lost in the countless other voices that sang along with her.
Her lungs supplied her with the oxygen she needed to continue her laborious singing. McKenna enjoyed singing, it kept her mind off of other wicked things that dared to compel her thoughts; it replenished her mind. She didn't want to think about her job nor her life, she just wanted to feel the song move through her pounding veins. "The Lord is extending the Saints' understanding, Restoring their judges and all as at first. The knowledge and power of God are expanding; The veil o'er the earth is beginning to burst!" She was nearly out of breath.
McKenna secretly wanted to believe that the more she went to church, the easier it would be to capture the criminals in the folders that packed her office on a daily basis. She wanted the hatred to stop, we were all human. Why did humans hate each other so much? But then again, if it wasn't for the hate in the world, she wouldn't have a job she loved. McKenna placed her balled up hands onto her lap as the sweet song ended, McKenna was exhausted. Nibbling at her lower lip, she thought about Miller, his words were hunting her. To think, his hellish words could still bother at the one place she felt the most safe in.
Aliens. Fucken aliens.
That night she called her family just to heard the sound of their voices, she didn't say much, she didn't tell them anything about her encounter with Miller, all she did was listen to her parents go on and on about how much they missed her. She was scared to admit to herself that she was startled about all of this. She couldn't fall asleep that dreadful night, she tried and tried but was unsuccessful.
It was only eleven o'clock, yet even with absolutely no sleep, McKenna never felt more awake and aware of her surroundings. Her thumbs wrestled against each other as she absorbed everything around her: the heat, the people, the choir, the priest, the beautiful painting on all four walls and the crystal clear chandelier that was dangling like a dead man in the center of the ceiling. McKenna had to be careful before looking up at it, it was near the colorful stained windows which had crosses and stories of the Bible on it. The windows were giving off some source of light. It reflected onto the giant chandelier and bounced off, in order to shield her eyes from the harmful razes, she couldn't stare up at it for a long period of time. The choir halted, making the small animals from outside see it as an opportunity to begin calling out to either other, everyone listened in to their musical conversation. McKenna smiled, these were the moments she cherished. She pulled down at the edge of her long skin tight dress, as she did, red lines around her hips indicated that maybe her skirt was a bit too tight. But she didn't care, the bearable pain made her remember she was gratefully alive. Being there made her figure out that everything was going to be okay. She wasn't going to given to aliens, she wasn't going to be eaten by them or experimented on like her siblings had said. She was going to live, and she wanted to savor every second of it.
Suddenly the noxious sound of a police car made her face sag down in disbelief.
No.
This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening. It was coming closer and closer to the church, the old woman sitting her to her jumped madly.
Those motherfuckers.
She bit roughly on the back of her jaw. She knew what the police car was there for, it was clear as day. Why else would a officer intervene a secluded church on a early Sunday morning?
Picking herself up, McKenna spoke a small prayer under her stifling breath while she walked down the aisle, beneath her feet was a red velvet carpet the church had for when a wedding was held there, she stomped on it. Some turned their heads as they watched her disappear outside toward the sound of sirens. Her vision was taken away as she opened the large church doors, the sun was brighter then ever making her hiss; her eyes vibrate. She needed to get out of there. From up ahead, she spotted a cop car turning into the driveway of the Saint Michael church. Running down the concrete steps with her heels, she cursed at her choice of shoes. The heel almost got caught into a crack in the ground. The golden haired woman went straight to her car without a second doubt.
She opened the door aggressively. She reached for her sliver hand gun that was laying untouched in the glove department, her hands shook senselessly. Every FBI agent was trained to handle a gun and McKenna knew well how to handle a gun. Being hid for so long, it was cold under her touch, she hadn't use it in a while, she never found herself in a solution where she needed to use it but today was an exception. Today she was being tracked down like a criminal. How did they even know that she was going to be here?
The black tires of the cop car shrieked loudly on the pave way, white smoke trailed behind the vehicle as it turned a sharp turn. Her tamed hair was lifted off her shoulders as a nearby wind came to witness the suspenseful event. The cop quickly put his car in to park once he saw the woman he was told to get.
The police officer was heading toward her. She sighed sadly.
Life of a FBI agent was always thrilling.
Some people from the church were pouring out onto the massive steps, wanting to see what the commotion was about. They were in for a quite a show.
Shaking her left hand to make the gun noticeable, she shouted with a threat. "Get away from me or I will shot you." She knew what he was after, her. McKenna wasn't going to give herself up so swiftly. She was a trooper and she was ready for the fight to begin.
Despite the warning, the cop known as Officer Kent, proceeded forward. He was doing what he was told. McKenna was a FBI agent and he respected that, but he needed her to respect his role in society as well. An officer regularly listened to his orders and his order was to get agent McKenna May Jonson. For what reason? He didn't know, he didn't care, it was none of his business. But for now, obtaining her was his business.
The alluring woman in front of him gave off a bizarre vibe, her face expression made her seem strong and mysterious to him. The menacing gun she held didn't match her civil outfit nor her guiltless face.
She looked so innocent. Having a gun in her hand made her look unnatural.
He creped closer to her, explaining himself, "I am doing my job Agent, I was given strict instructions: to get you in the back of my car and to Sergeant Millers."
The name made her laugh, it tickled the back of throat and filled her stomach with unknown grief.
"Tell that piece of shit to fuck off." McKenna was now rigidly pointing the gun in his direction. She didn't have passions, she didn't want to. At the moment, she knew for sure this wasn't a joke. She felt sorrow and betrayed. Why would they do this to her? She willingly helped Washington, the government and United States by bringing the guilty to justice so everyone had a safer place to live, yet, they were sending her off.
Why? What have I done to deserve this?
The overwhelming rage that was boiling in her blood was going to cause her to explode.
Another cop car was approaching them.
There was more. There was more coming, for her.
She wasn't going to go anywhere, she was not to be ordered around like a dog, like she was less of a human being. Biting her lip, she noticed Kent wasn't obeying her, he was less than a foot from her, her brows wrinkled forward, she was in a deadly state of mind, "I said back off!"
The secret church bells weren't the only sound that roamed the crisp, chill air that Sunday morning.
The sound of a single gun shot made the undisturbed birds that rested on the high tree tops fly away in dread. The people on the stairs dropped to the ground and screamed, covering their heads with their hands. The clueless observers were unaware of what was truly happening. McKenna had whispered a quick prayer of forgiveness before pulling the trigger, she had felt like it was the right thing to do. She hadn't hurt him that badly. McKenna aimed for the young officer's leg and that's where the throbbing bullet went. Her shoulder zapped slightly as the mighty force of the gun went up her arm. Her ears were ringing, she never got use to the sound of bullets being fired.
She told him, didn't she?
Bring people pain wasn't the reason why she shot him, she couldn't dream of hurting anyone or anything ever. She would never kill someone, she worked for the FBI for God sakes, she wasn't a psychopathic murderer! At least, she believed she wasn't. The whole situation wasn't usual. He was going to take her to Miller and God knows where she'd go after that.
Officer Kent fell to the unbreakable ground like a bloody domino. In her defense, she had informed him to back off. It was his fault, it was his fault he didn't fully know McKenna, if he did, he wouldn't have a bullet in the meat of his leg, he would have known she was never joking when it came to protecting herself. He screamed a masculine scream while hugging his wounded leg in comfort. His entire face turned a shade of red.
"You stupid fucken, bitch!" Kent swore at her. She smirked.
No Officer, Karma's a bitch.
The whites of McKenna's eyes turned a shade of blue as another cop car pulled beside her and the fallen body of Officer Kent.
"McKenna." It was Sergeant Miller, half his body was poking out of the car. McKenna turned her body and looked at Miller, she had feral fire in her hazy eyes. Once she lowered her gun she felt an annoying tug in her shoulder blade, she had probably held the gun up on long. Miller approached her without a care, he knew she wasn't foolish enough to shot again let alone shot him.
From behind Miller, multiple other men in uniform ran to Kent.
McKenna was glad Miller was there to see what she had done to the brave man who had tried to take her. Miller wasn't playing around and neither was she.
She squeezed the gun till her fingers were a white color, "How dare you come into my place of-of worship and think I'm not going go down without a fight." Her fellow church friends looked at her with fear. She was the reason why they were afraid. It felt like a black hole grew in her fragile heart.
Miller was relaxed, his body didn't flinch at her yelling, "I did, I knew very well you'd try something, that officer didn't. That's why I have almost thee entire Washington police department on my side, with one touch of this button," He showed off a phone, "hundreds will come to us. I knew you would pick a battle, I prepared my soldiers."
She couldn't say a single word, what was there left to say?
"I don't want to do this, Douglas."
"I'm not the enemy, why are you fighting the people on your side."
"No you are, you became one with the enemy the second you considered giving up one of you citizens, you may not be a damn alien, but you sure as hell are helping them," the back of her eyeballs started to ace, "so if even for a minute you honestly think I am going to ever agree to this, you're dreaming." She was cornered, McKenna was trapped and she had no where to run.
At a slow pace, McKenna's fingers released her weapon. As soon as the loaded gun dropped, it slapped onto the ground. This was the end, she put up an excellent fight but every fighter had to lose eventually, and now, it was her time to step down. Miller and McKenna became silent, their mouth's didn't possess the energy to move. All the woman could do was plainly watch as an unknown Officer of Washington come behind her, she knew what he was going to do as she felt his hands grab one of her arms and position them behind her back. The action forced McKenna to shake her head incredulity. She was in trouble. In such a condition, one would think to call the police but, the police were the ones doing the harm.
"How dare you," she held her chin up high to Miller's level of superiority, "how dare you come by here and take me away," Miller's listened closely to her words, his eyes didn't blink nor did his chest come up for air, "I hope whatever God you believe in forgives you for your sins."
McKenna could hear the metal hand cuffs, ready to seize her variable wrists. She wanted to fight back but what good would that do her?
"Wait," Miller lifted his hand up in pity at the broken woman in front of him, the man behind McKenna froze. Miller had never seen McKenna bow her head down yet, there she was, her neck lunged downward in defend, "don't cuff the agent, officer, that wont be necessary, she's not a criminal."
Yes, but you are, Miller.
The rain. It was cold, Jesus it was cold.
The rain was coming down fast on the earth, attacking it like endless rounds of bullets.
It offered some noise to dwell in the forbidden night. McKenna was standing outside in the vacant run way with no one but two secret serves men. The near by airport was evacuated crucially for this, for McKenna to be give to the aliens. For that day only, the airport was closed; she could only picture the amount of chaos that started. Her wet hair uncomfortably stuck to her shoulders, back and face, it cozily hugged her shaking body like a long lost friend, the ice cold droplets of rain was clinging to her frosty skin and dampening her clothes.
The fact that the only people that were there with her were two secret service men and not Miller made McKenna believe he was a coward; he couldn't bare the sight of seeing her be taken.
She couldn't stop trembling. The rain drops fell down her chin and onto her shoes, every now and then she'd lick her flooded lips.
She didn't even get to say goodbye to her loved ones. Her parents, sisters and brother, would she ever see them again?
The ship in front of her was giant.
It camouflaged evenly with the background of the howling night. The aliens surrounded the massive thing were all armed with weapons; masks, sharp wrist blades, shoulder cannons, daggers, spears and so much more. If it could be used to kill a human, they had it somewhere around their towering, net covered bodies. Their height was intimidating, they were all impressively over six foot. Their skin was scaly, green, brown, black. So alien. They were like hunters.
May God watch over me, protect me,
Maybe she was shaking from fright or maybe she was crying. It became difficult to discern between her tears and the rain on her face as she turned her eyes to the sky above her. It was ink dark outside, making her uncertain whether she was shutting her eyes or not. Her long eyelids fluttered, deflecting the rain, she could do nothing but stand helplessly and let her body and mind be enveloped by the cold and wet night.
No jewelry, Miller had repeatedly told her that no jewelry was allowed, he told her that, "They didn't want the females to take any sort of earthly elements with them."
She surprisingly listened, stripping her fingers of two of her favorite rings. When Miller told her of her necklace, she growled, telling him, "The only way that you will take this away from me is by chopping my head off and considering the circumstances, I wouldn't mind that."
He let her keep it on. He was either smart or generous.
She clamped onto the necklace with dear life, it was the only thing that was keeping her from going completely crazy, it was the one thing reminding her of her humanity.
May you forgive me for all my sins for I am not perfect, for I wish to live,
One of the quiet secret service men tapped the head of his gun against her upper back, it was the signal for the FBI agent to go forward. She rolled both of her ankles, the crackling of her bones made her shiver. This was it.
The earth watched as McKenna approached the ship and the aliens. Each one of her steps were growing weaker and weaker.
She was serving her country they said, she was protecting them say said, she was making history they said.
The last burial thing she could remember was the sound of clicking coming from the extraterrestrial beings, the smell of bittersweet, the cold, the wetness of her body, the coldness of her cross necklace. That's all she could remember before she became victim to the haunting darkness.
Amen.