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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9. 'If her life is on the line, he'll do anything.'

The day was as exciting as school gets. I hadn't seen Reuben since that morning. He was taking music and literature, whereas I was taking fine arts and psychology. I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my career, but it could wait. I had another Angel to deal with. 

"You all right?" Damien asked, waving a hand in front of my face,

I clicked back to reality, to meet his bright, blue eyes. They were so bright, it practically gave me a headache. I blinked, and decided I should probably answer.

"Yeah, tired," I replied, forcing a yawn.

He raised an eyebrow, but went back to his work. He was in my psychology classes, and that was it. My mind turned off again, and God knows what the teacher was saying. It was lecture, and well... I don't need to say any more. I sighed heavily, and the bell knocked me awake.

That was final period, and Reuben was waiting outside my class. I could never get used to his coif. It came as a shock to me every time I saw him. The piercings were easy to get used to, and they were actually quite attractive. His eyes were as perfect as ever. 

"Hey! Imogen! Do you wanna hang out?" a girl called Sydney, asked me.

We were in the same fine art class. Her hair was light brown, and always tied into a fishtail plait. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and hard to ignore with the amount of eye liner she wore. She was quite tall, almost as tall as Reuben, and very quirky. Her enthusiasm did get on my nerves, but I needed to make friends, so I put up with her. 

"Um, yeah, sure," I said, looking up at her.

"Want to come?" she turned to Reuben and Damien, pressing her pink folder to her chest.

"Where you going?" Damien asked, typing something on his phone.

"I don't know... Shopping?" she suggested, shoving her folder into her dark purple bag.

"Yeah, okay. Meet you by the fountain in an hour," Reuben decided, and slipped his hand into mine. 

Damien and Sydney agreed, and split off. Reuben drove us back to the cabin, and I felt like my life was normal. Other than the fact we were fake people; almost normal. I was going out with friends, I was... Actually, that's the only normal thing. I was living on my own with my boyfriend, hardly normal for a sixteen (eighteen) year old. But I was happy. Of course, not a day passed where I didn't ache for my family, but happy enough.

Reuben went to shower, and I sat in the armchair, silently crying. I really missed my family, I'd had no contact with them whatsoever for a month. They probably thought I was dead. Something shiny on the floor caught my eye, and I turned my attention to it. It was almost under the sofa, but I could just about see it. I picked it up, repositioning my sling, feeling the coolness of metal in my hand.

Carefully, I unclenched my fist, and studied it. My heart stopped, and I dropped it. Just as I heard the plink of the Angel pin on the wooden floor, Reuben burst into the room. A cream towel was wrapped around his waist, and his hands were pinned behind his back. Blood trickled down the side of his face, and a man with white hair kicked his calf. He fell, helpless to the floor, becoming giddy from the loss of blood. 

I yelped, and instinct pushed me forward, to his side. A woman yanked me away from him, holding something cold against my neck. It took me to lurch again, until I realised it was a knife. The pressure pierced my skin, but didn't draw blood.

"Let him go!" I cried, fighting the woman's grip.

"We've actually got him, we're not letting go," the man laughed, kicking Reuben's back.

"He won't tell you anything!" I yelled, my face reddening. 

The man and woman laughed, "Really?" the woman asked, spitting on my neck.

I shivered, and some more of their crew arrived. One of them didn't have the badge, so that must have been the one on the floor. They were all heavily armed, and my heart wasn't beating any more, I was absolutely petrified.

"He won't," I whispered, my mouth parched.

The man holding Reuben answered, "We have his little girl. If her life is on the line, he'll do anything," he shrugged, and Reuben groaned.

"Who's his... Oh..." I almost asked a really stupid question, but it clicked.

They had me. If they have me, Reuben would do anything.

I guess 'the girl who's been kidnapped', has turned into a reality.

 

 

A/N

Have I got any Hunger Games fans reading this? If so, can you check out my Movella, Gale's Games? It's not soppy, just to warn you. I don't want to be an annoying author, asking you all this... but... I am... 

Hope you liked this chapter, Happy New Year!!!!! xxx -TRTrevains

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