I Know You're There: Abducted Angels

*Sequel to I Know You're There, read that first*. Reuben and Tori have ran away. They've got a place to stay, and their fake ID's are working. The only thing is, Tori's 'abduction' story is currently the biggest segment of the news. Yep, Reuben is the World's most wanted. Nobody knows it's Reuben, though. Not only are the police after them, but there's a sick band of people, who want Angels. Not for good reasons, some for dissection, some for information. They're both after Reuben. But of course, there's more problems then that. Ex's, (new) family and money. But they're together, and that's all that matters... right?

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5. 'Because I'm not an idiot.'

We both froze as we watched them. They were totally oblivious to us, which I suppose was a good thing. One of them turned around, laying his small, dark eyes on us. So much for being oblivious.

"Well, well, well," he hissed, and the other two turned around.

I heard the door slam shut behind me, and there was another one of them. Four versus two were not good odds. They began circling us, like hawks after prey. They weren't policemen though. They were just ordinary men, except they all had the same badge. It reminded me of the Mockingjay pin from the Hunger Games, except there was no bird to fill out the wings. Just a pair of wings. 

"What do you want?" I croaked, petrified out of my mind.

Reuben put his arm on my side, and pushed me behind him. I obeyed, literally too scared to look at the men. None of them were taller than Reuben, mainly because no one is actually taller than Reuben, but all of them were pretty stocky. I could see one of them had a revolver strapped to their belt. Not good odds. 

"Him," the one with the gun gestured to Reuben with a nod of their head.

Reuben carefully slipped his hand behind his back, against my stomach, and rested his hand on his back pocket. Inconspicuously, he slid his hand into his pocket, and curled his hand around something. He lifted it out, and I could see a black silhouette. As far as I could see, it was a small firearm. Where did he get that from!?

"Why?" I asked, trembling with adrenaline.

"Hasn't he told you?" a different one barked with laughter, and I wanted to block out the hoarseness in his voice.

I looked at Reuben, but he gave me a warning glance. What was I missing? Silently, I looked to the floor, putting the puzzle together in my head. They had pins with wings on them. They were looking through Reuben's bag. Reuben was an angel. Angels have wings. They wanted angels. Oh my God.

"Don't worry, Reuben, we're not going to hurt her. Well, unless it means we get your cooperation," one of them tapped his chin with a finger in mock interest.

"Don't touch her," Reuben warned, tightening his grip on the gun behind his back.

"We will if you don't give yourself up," the man whipped the revolver from his belt, and held it up, kind of in a 'Bond' style.

Reuben reacted quicker than I could blink, with three great flashes, two of the men fell to the floor, blood falling from their chests. I took in the scene, and Reuben was holding the gun up, and he had shot the two men. Where did the third bullet go? I was shaking even more by then. Reuben actually just killed two men. The men on the floor were definitely dead, as their eyes rolled back in their heads. The blood was gushing from their chests, making a scarlet puddle on the floor. I swallowed, and pressed a hand to my neck, feeling sick. 

An arm lashed across my throat, and I was yanked backwards, against a thick body. Instinct kicked in, as I clawed at the arm, trying to get it away from my neck. One of the men was choking me. Reuben turned around, and his eyes widened. The other man who wasn't strangling me, came into view, and his shoulder was bleeding. Reuben had managed to shoot three of them, two right in the heart, one in the shoulder. He was crying out curses towards Reuben, and in response, Reuben kicked his shin, making him fall to the floor. His body fell limp, and blood soaked through his shirt, drowning the Angel pin.

Three dead, one left. 

With a shaking hand, Reuben held the gun up, pointing it towards the choker. The choker put something metal against my temple, and I knew there was a gun next to my head. I started panicking, having no idea what to do. I stopped trying to drag the arm away from my neck, in case that made him want to kill me more.

"C'mon Reuben, take the shot. We both know it's more likely you'll shoot her, rather than me," the choker laughed, a bit hysterically. 

Reuben's eyes were flickering between me and the choker, his hand shaking so much, it was visible from where I was. 

"Just put the gun down, and I'll let go of her," his breath was ice cold against the back of my neck, and I shivered.

Reuben stayed where he was, debating with himself whether the choker would actually kill me. We both knew he wouldn't. If he did, Reuben would never give any cooperation whatsoever. 

"Why don't you put your gun down?" Reuben challenged, his voice quite shaky.

"Because I'm not an idiot," he laughed.

"That's arguable," Reuben muttered, fixing his eyes exactly where the bullet would pierce my skull, if it were to happen.

He tightened his grip on my neck, and I coughed, spitting blood everywhere. It trickled down my chin, and I cringed. Either way I was going to die. The grip was too tight for me to breathe, yet the choker didn't even realise it.

The coughing got worse, and Reuben's hand wavered. Another mouthful of blood came up, and Reuben's gun bounced along the wooden floorboards. His arms fell to his sides in defeat, as he kicked the gun away from himself.

"There's a good lad," the choker coaxed, practically dropping me.

I fell into Reuben's arms, and he rubbed my back, telling me that he was sorry. Using my sleeve, I wiped the blood away, and almost retched at the disgusting taste in my mouth. It tasted like metal, from the iron in my blood, and it truly was horrible. The thing was, I knew Reuben would have a back up plan. He'd have another gun or something.

"Un-arm yourself," the choker ordered, pointing the gun at him.

So much for having a back up plan. Reuben was doing exactly what the choker asked, and started un-arming himself. He'd cut a slit in his pockets, so that he could strap knives to his thighs, and be able to pull them out easily. Reuben tossed them onto the floor with deliberate strength, making them stand up, wedged into the wood. I could see a plan forming. A pistol came from the inside of his jacket, which went on the floor, within my reach. Oh no. He wanted me to kill the choker. I didn't have the guts for that. I studied the pistol a little closer, and could see that it was a one-shot pistol. So, I'd have to shoot someone, and have only one chance at it. 

"Someone was well prepared," the choker mused, looking over the weapons. 

"What are you going to do with me?" Reuben asked, knowing the answer, just buying time.

"Hm... You're a tough one. I highly doubt you'd give us information without a fight, and we don't have time for that. I'd say dissection," he put one hand on his hip, looking a bit camp.

I slapped my hand to my chest, right where the scar was, and Reuben did the same. We both had pink crosses above our hearts, from the heart transplant. For a split second, I wondered how Reuben had gotten another heart, but decided that wasn't a good time for it. 

"Oh, so your familiar the concept?" he raised an eyebrow, finding this entertaining.

"Very," Reuben kept his ground, giving me more time to plan this out.

Okay, so, I'd grab it, and shoot, before anyone could react. My reflexes weren't exactly the best, though... This plan was about as good as... well... there isn't even a comparison bad enough for it.

"Would you give us information?" the choker asked.

"Nope. But, I actually have so much priceless information, that only I know, so you may as well give torture a try. Literally no other Guardian Angel knows it, I'm your only chance," Reuben spread his arms to the side, acting comfortable with the situation.

What information did he have? What information did the Angel killers even want!? If we got through this, Reuben was going to suffer torture a lot worse, from me. There was so much he hadn't told me, which I needed to know, this, for starters.

"Tempting. How do I know you're not lying?" the choker relaxed, putting his weight on one leg.

This was Reuben's plan. Make him comfortable, so that I could get to the gun in plenty of time.

"I don't know. I s'pose I could also give you false information... you've got a tough job, haven't you?" Reuben's distractions were seriously getting pathetic.

"No, my job isn't tough. Why do certain people get Guardian Angels, but not everyone!?" the choker angrily demanded.

"Everyone knows a fallen Angel, but no one knows who it is," I recited, edging closer to the gun.

"Because people who deserve an Angel, get one," Reuben hissed back, getting angry with him, "Or two," he added on, glancing at me.

More information I was going to torture out of him. Reuben basically just said that I had two Guardian Angels. If he didn't mean me, he wouldn't have looked at me. 

The choker dropped his arms, stepping forwards to talk to Reuben more clearly. I took my chance. I leapt forwards, lunging for the pistol, and slipped my finger around the trigger. I took aim, squeezed my eyes shut, and fired the only bullet I had.

There were two gunshots. 

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