The Runaway Sisters

Chapter 2

(Safire's Pov)

I look up and scream as loud as my body will let me, for the man I love and what I just witnessed. the glass shatters around me, all I can think about is the way he looked at me... it was raw and unconditional love. I start punching holes into the cement walls, leaving craters in my wake, imagining all of the times the sperm donor hit me. 

 My vision blurred with rage and tears, all I could see was red. I keep going and going, punching holes, and kicking and screaming, destroying everything in my path. Keeping Angelina in didn't even come across my mind as the pain in my chest overpowered everything else. 

I turn back to the telephone booth, running toward it. I run across the glass not even noticing. "Bring me back! Take me back please! I will go back to my father! I will do anything! Please I beg of you! Please, just take me back to him." I just kept screaming and screaming hoping and praying that someone, somewhere was listening, to my cries and would send me home.

But no one answered, no one was listening, I was alone. I step out of the telephone booth and look at my surroundings, I was obviously in Gotham. I could tell just by the smell, not only that I could hear the constant sound of police car sirens. But I had no idea where exactly, however I could sense someone watching me from the rooftop in front of me, not that I really cared at this point. I was supposed to come up in front of the bus stop that I was gonna meet Diane. But my guess is because of the... distraction I didn't end up exactly where I wanted too. 

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, I look down finally noticing the bullet hole in my gut. Not only did the guards my father sent shoot Cecil, but they accidentally shot me. Fucking perfect, I am curious however, to know how I didn't notice a hole in my body before now. Mentally glaring at Angelina, but I'm satisfied when she puts her hands up apologetically saying that the adrenaline did it not her. Then any sense I had regained slipped away when I realized I was wearing the leather jacket that Cecil gave me. And I just ruined it. 

My throat was throbbing, my knuckles, and hands are bleeding, my clothes are ripped from the glass, and I have scratches all over my body, and on top of all of that I have a bullet wound in my stomach that was gushing blood. My back is to the ice cold brick wall behind me, I sink to the floor to cry.

The flash backs and memories keep flowing into my head and broken heart. My already stained cheeks, now wet from fresh tears, sobbing, for the man I loved, for the pain I went through and still am going through. Even if the bullet didn't kill him I know that my father will. As my cries grow softer, my senses slowly came back to me. 

"Well shit", as I realize that this is all extremely  serious and I need serious medical attention, and soon. 

Now what bus stop was I gonna meet Diane at?  Damn it she's probably worried sick about me. 

Who care's we should just go back home and kill everyone. They took Cecil from us! 

No I can't do that we have been planning this escape for months now. 

You're just afraid of father seeing us and getting us again. 

Of course I am! And I know you are too, remember the last time we tried getting out of that place?  

How could I forget? He beat you so bad I had to take over and take some of the pain or we would have died. 

Exactly, so we can't go back, anyways I don't even want to go back. 

You forget I am you, just the side of you that doesn't have a soul, or feelings toward others. So I know that you want to go back and slaughter every single one of those men. 

That's not important, right now we just have to get to Diane. 

Safire, keeping that kind of rage inside you isn't healthy for you. 

"Oh, shut it. The rage only makes you stronger, don't you remember you slaughtered half of a town with that exact rage. " 

Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever. A girl wipes out one town and suddenly everything is my fault.

One town? Angelina that was our fifth town we wiped out, dad almost killed us because of that one time. So no not everything is your fault, but most of it is and you know it.

I close my eye's breathing in a breath of air. I smelled alcohol,  rotting wood, and cheap perfume. Shaking my head, that's not what i'm looking for. I take another breath and concentrate, and try again. I smell cologne, old spice to be exact, from the rooftop, so my stalker was male, just what I need right now. 

Deciding to deal with whoever that is later, he's so not who i'm looking for.  I stretch my sent further. I smell rubber tires of a bus. Bingo! I follow the sent and then I get her, she smells like a cloud. I almost laugh at the irony, almost. I try to get up so I can go meet my sister for the first time, but I can't feel my arms or legs. 

So I just decide to rest and think. The longer I sat alone, in that cold alley way, the more I realized how alone I truly was, and the closer I got to bleeding out. I was completely alone, besides my lovely stalker on the roof, I had no one. I know that if I was thinking clearly faces of my loved ones would come flooding into my head, but I wasn't thinking clearly. All I could see was the leather jacket and Cecil's face before I was teleport-ed. The will to live grew harder and harder to find, as my mind went somewhere dark.

I will never know how long I stayed there but all I know is that somewhere between all this the sun had went back down over the horizon. I could still feel his eyes on me, I was kind of hoping that the man would swoop down and attack me but nothing happened. Sniffling I start to pick myself back up, with some help from the wall behind me. 

I take a step toward my bags and fall, I just decide that its easier just to crawl. I pick up my bags, opening my red duffel, pulling out some medical supplies that I had packed. I check out my bullet wound, thankfully it went straightthrough. I put disinfectant on it then wrap my waist in gauze.

Once I'm finished with that, I pull out my favorite baseball cap from the bag, also belonging to Cecil, and put it on my head. Getting up as slow as I can, still swaying a bit when I get on my feet. I start to pick up all of my bags, with a little difficulty from my waist and unbalance, but begin walking away from the newly destroyed ally way, and out onto the streets of Gotham.

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Angelina is Safire's inner demon, she is in her head. But she can take control of Safire's body and mind when she isn't careful to keep her under wraps. Her voice will always be in bold. 

THANK YOU

BE KIND.

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