Nora POV
The cool wind whipped my hair wildly as soon as I stepped outside. Grey, ominous clouds rolled quickly through the air, covering the beautiful, warm colors of the sky and the sun. Sun? I've been here all night and day.
I scanned the house. Tall pine trees camouflaged the house around me, completely hiding my location. This girl was smart. I could just tell from the eerie silence that the nearest civilization was miles away. I ran on the gravel drive way to the old red station wagon parked to the side. I hopped in and revved the engine. It purred to life. In one swift motion, I pulled it into drive and hit the gas. The tired screeched as the car sped out of the driveway. Heading down the long driveway, I headed to the nearest road. I looked both ways. I was surrounded by fields. My gut was telling me right, so I turned to the right and sped away from the house.
The road seemed never ending. It's been nearly 20 minutes and I still haven't hit civilization. Not one car, not one house, not one gas station. I perched my knee up to keep the steering wheel straight as I reached for the glove compartment. Wallet, papers, old CDs, and a lighter. I twirled the lighter between my fingers, feeling mesmerized by it.
My car jerked forward, my head hitting the dash. I slid the lighter in my jacket pocket and sat up. In the review mirror I saw a familiar, sharp, cold stare. My first reaction is to step on the gas, but my station wagon is running out of juice. Her new silver Chevy Camaro however is not. I hear her engine rev, her front bumper connecting with my back bumper. The car jerked and swerved. I regain control of the car, pushing forward, but she tops my speed. I hear the CLINK! of the bumpers touching again. Panic washes through me.
Okay, Calm down, Nora. Patch isn't here to save you. You've got to do this yourself.
I took a few deep breaths. I can do this. I just gotta take down an immortal fallen angel that cant die.. Easy, right?
"Aim for the wing scars, they're our Achilles heel." Patch's voice rang in my head. Of course. If I can't take her out, I'll take her down. But, how do I do that when we're playing bumper cars?
While lost in thought, she had taken the opening to get along side my car. I turned in horror as she smashed the side of her car right into mine. The tires of the right side of my car, danced over the edge of the road. I made the mistake of glancing at the edge of the road. The side of the road was a good few feet deep ditch. I swerved back and hit her car. She gave a furious look and slammed her car into mine. This time, harder. My car, already dented and dying, veered sideways. I tried to regain control of the wheel but it spun out, rolling right over the edge and heading right for a tree.
My eyes felt heavy, but I forced them open. My vision spun and blurred until coming into place. My ears were ringing as I heard the engine croak and die. I touched my throbbing head with my good hand, a warm liquid greeting it. I looked at my hand, blood soaked the tips of my fingers, my head probably not looking much better. I turned to see my kidnapper strutting over to my car, a smile ear to ear. I snapped up and gripped the knife with my good wrist. She approached my car and ripped off the door with ease. In the moment she was turned, throwing the door to the side. I jumped out of the car and dug my knife into her. Didn't exactly get her wing scars, but she wasn't expecting the hit. I pulled it out as she stumbled back a couple steps. I stumbled back; my back on the car and my good wrist still holding the knife holding me up. My bad wrist dangled limply at my side, swollen, purple, and utterly useless. My panting breaths and the hiss of the smoking engine were the only noise. My body felt beaten and tired after all this fighting. Not good for the baby.
The fallen angel turned to me, fury glistening in her eyes. "You bitch! That was my favorite shirt!"
She charged lightning fast at me. I didn't have the energy to move or fight. I was so drained I was ready to cave in. My head felt heavy, it hung limply, swaying side to side. The dull throb of my wrist and head were a constant reminder of this living hell she's put me through the last day. I tried to see where my kidnapper was but my vision was disoriented and I could only catch bits and pieces of what she was saying.
"I can't – but you'll – because I'm – every bone in your body.." I felt a sharp pain in my head; she had me by my hair. Pulling me closer to her so we were nose to nose, her grip on my hair was the only thing holding me up. My head was on fire, like my hair was being ripped out of my head. I let out a whimper. She let out a wicked laugh that sent chills down my spine, then dropping my hair. I fell on the grass with a OOF! My cheek hit the dirty, cold ground.
My kidnapper turned away, looking down, "Weak," She spat, "so weak. You just slow Patch down. You don't deserve him, don't kid yourself. You're just a worthless human."
I laid there, hopeless and lost. Her words sinking in like pins and needles, stabbing at my heart. She was… right. I'd never be strong enough to hold my own like Patch can, and once I have our child, the burden will be too much. Both of us, weak, feeble, unable to hold our own. But, like a flicker of hope, I noticed a soft, white blur come into focus. It was a feather…