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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6. 'You've been shot.'

Petrified, I forced to open one eye, and saw that Reuben was unharmed. The sigh of relief was quite loud, and I straightened up, looking at the damage I'd made. The man was long gone - dead before he could blink. The piercing was right in his neck, yet he'd had the chance to fire a bullet. Well, if I wasn't hurt, and Reuben wasn't hurt, where'd it go?

"Tori?" Reuben whispered, his voice wavering.

"What?" I met his stare, his pale, lifeless stare.

"Are you okay?" his voice was eerily low, and I sensed something was going on.

"Well, I s'pose so," I tossed the pistol to the ground, knowing it had no more use.

He bit his bottom lip, looked away from me, and swallowed deeply. Breathing in through his nose, he turned back to me, like he was going to be sick or something.

"What's wrong?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious.

As a team, we'd just killed four men. As individuals, he killed three, and I killed one. That's a really scary thought. I'd killed someone. It was self defence though... And they wanted to kidnap - Angelnap - Reuben. 

He laughed, a little bit hysterically, "You've been shot."

I felt my eyes go wide, and they dropped to my body, searching for the wound. It was in my shoulder, already demolishing my nerves, so I couldn't feel it. Queasiness settled in, as I stared at the liquid, literally dripping from the hole. Tenderly, I dabbed it with my fingertip, but a searing pain aroused. Quickly, I snatched my hand away, fear joining the queasiness. The other man had died from a shot to the shoulder, too much blood loss. He'd felt the pain though, his pain factors could have been to high for him to cope. Mine was numb, so maybe I'd survive.

But that meant going to the hospital. And that meant giving my name. And that meant recognition, something I did not want. Wait - Imogen Franks. Wait - the bodies. What do we do with them?

"We'll take care of that later, we need to get you to the hospital," Reuben said, when I asked.

"Okay... My Gran," I stated.

"She'll be fine. I'll drive you, but put this over the... wound..." he handed me a thick, white handkerchief to stop the blood flow.

"How to we explain the... incident?" I asked, wincing as I applied pressure.

"Um... We'll think of that on the way," he grabbed our fake ID's, and was ushering me out of the door.

As far as I knew, the police were still in the house. Reuben pulled away as silently as possible, and I was shocked over how they hadn't heard all of the gunshots. Reuben had replaced the weapons, and I was quite surprised over how he knew how to use these weapons. Shocked would also suffice. Scared - maybe in there too.

Even though I told myself not to, I'd started crying. It was really overwhelming. Murder, cold blooded murder, and being badly injured. I had no parents, or brothers to support me. Just Reuben. But that was enough, more than I could ask for.The car journey didn't take too long, so my sobbing had only really just begun when we entered the place.

Everything was pristine, and a dazzling white. As soon as my injury was spotted, a nurse rushed me into a complex, teeming with people in uniforms. Questions were asked, about our insurance. Since we were 'eighteen' by our fake ID's, we didn't need parent confirmation. Just a lot of cash. Life insurance would be something to consider, once this had blown over. Luckily, Reuben had the money to pay for the treatment needed. I had no idea how, he just mumbled something about his retirement. 

Before I was knocked out, the question we'd been dreading was asked.

"How did it happen?" a Doctor with glasses to small for his face had asked.

Reuben beat me to the answer, which was a relief, "We were out on the shooting range, with my parents. It was an accident, but we don't know who did it," he said smoothly.

The good thing was, there actually was a shooting range behind my Gran's estate. It was quite popular for pheasant and duck. The bad thing was, he'd mentioned his parents. His parents that don't exist. The Doctor said something about sorting this, after the operation, as we were wasting precious time. 

I'm not going to dwell on the operation, and just leave it at: it went well. My arm was in a sling, so it could repair by itself, and the bullet was taken for closer inspection. That can't be good. Within two days, I was back at the cabin, after explaining everything to my Gran. She seemed pretty cool about it, as if expecting some extravagant story. She wasn't even too worried about the murdering... She knew more than what I did.

Anyway, the next task on hand was the makeovers. We couldn't go to college looking like we did, we'd bound to be recognised. I guess I could say, it turned out a lot more different than I'd expected. 

 

A/N

As you're all aware of, it's practically Christmas, so I thought I'd update on Christmas Eve. Hopefully this will make up for what will be a long gap before I update again. Maybe over a week, but I'll try! 

Anyway, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!!! x

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