Chapter 2:
"Catch her!"
"Don't let her get away!"
Not knowing where to go, she ran. They thought they cornered the arousing woman, but before they could smile fully, she sneered. Jumping onto a roof she ran once more.
Feeling a chill she laughed. 'A sniper, huh? They really wanna keep me this time.' Covered head to toe in blood, she knew she barely had any time left before collapsing. Where was that doctor? Her father had raved about the man fully covered in black saving his precious son.
She felt like laughing. Truly an idiot, she berated herself. Is it there? She looked at the apartment building. Feeling murderous intent she threw caution to the wind and jumped. Even if she were to die, anythings better than going back there.
Barely awake, after falling through the window, she sighed. Her only hope now was the doctor, hopefully he wasn't as lustful as some... she shivered, rather not thinking about it.
Bleeding out, she felt bad about the occupants of the house. Being frightened to see a dead body in the morning, and either being accused of murder or being murdered. She shouldn't have done it. She should have stayed put rather than share her bad luck with others.
Before her mind spiraled down the abyss, lights turned on. Normally, she would notice even a sparrows steps, however not this time. Maybe it was that she was too drained to notice.
Grasping at her last straws she asked, "The doctor?" Even though she just wanted to sleep for eternity and be done with this world, she still wanted revenge.
"Depends on who you refer to as a doctor." A reply came. Oddly enough, even though the voice seemed cold, it was soft, sad even. Not nearly as cold as that place.
***
Her head hurt like hell, throbbing to the beat of her heart. Well, at least she knew she was alive; albeit bemused. Tranquilizers and anesthetics stopped working on her yet that stab felt like a needle.
"Don't get up." A voice resounded through her still foggy head. The voice seemed so delicate it could be lost to the wind, however it came out clear like a lions roar. Realizing it was the voice that saved her, she slowly opened her eyes.
The woman was breath taking. Is the hair color real? She wondered before feeling hands pick her up. Her first reaction was to freak out, but upon closer inspection, her savior was so gentle not to touch the stitching or bad bruises. Laying her down on the bed and proping her up with pillows, the woman left.
To many emotions ran to her. She had so many questions. Why was this lady helping her? She seems so cold yet that seems like a wall, or many walls in this case. Was this the doctor?
The woman came back with a bowl and spoon. Sighing, she asked, "You hungry?" Not thinking twice, the runaway nodded.
"Didn't I tell you not to move?" The woman in front of her pouted. Oh well, even if it was poison, even if this was a worse hell than before, she wouldn't mind. The pout on that stone-could face may have dazed her a bit, but she snapped out of it quickly.
She owed her life to this savior of hers, that's why she wouldn't mind. She controlled her thoughts. Definitely not simping.