Pieces of Time

Abigail has had a tough life for as long as she could remember. Which isn't that long. She woke in a long dark hallway. Wearing only black shorts and a black singlet, that had her name sewed on it. She ran when she heard the voices. But all that was twelve months ago. Now she's living on the streets finding teens just liked her. Each possessing something that no other human being could actually have.

What will happen when they start getting attacked by the people who took them?

Will they fight back?

Or will they surrender?

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3. Chapter 2

Chapter 2:


"Gabriel! No!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my left hand flying forward in some pursuit of reaching my friend.
 
I lied flat, on my front, on the cold sidewalk, my right hand pressed onto the wound on my left side. The gunshot wound to be precise. 
 
The men that were holding Gabe captive turned their heads too look at me. One of them turned his head back instantly calling out to another man, who started walking towards me rather fast, or as if he realized something.
 
I lifted myself slightly, wincing in pain. I lifted my hand from my wound and looked at it quickly. I grimaced at the wound; it seemed to be a clean through and through bullet wound. The blood started seeping out again and I quickly reapplied my hand to the wound, pressing down.
 
"Run Abigail! Run!!" Gabe yelled. I looked up at my fighting friend; he was against two strongly built men that were trying to restrain him. 
 
I lifted myself onto my knees, keeping my right hand on my wound. "I'm not leaving you!" I yelled back, leaning all my body weight onto the hand that was supporting me. The man that was walking towards me sped up, but he didn't run. 
 
"No!! Leave me! Just get out of here!" Gabe yelled, elbowing one of the men. He doubled over, but quickly recovered, gripping onto Gabe with such force that he would have snapped into two. 
 
I slowly stood, managing to stand up straight for a second or two, but collapsed back onto the ground. "Get out of here, Abigail!" Gabe called again. The man was inching closer with every step.
 
Before I knew it, I was getting swooped up into someone's arms and being rescued from the man that was only meters away from me. I turned my head to face my rescuer. Golden blonde hair and the most piecing laser-beam blue eyes I've ever seen. 
 
But before I could get a clear picture. 
 
Everything went black.

 

My eyes shot open in panic. I sat up quickly, studying the area around myself. The rain pelted down, making slight noises as it hit the tin roof. I jolted in fright when a sudden flash of lightening ran across the sky, making a loud noise as it did so.

The sudden darkness engulfed me once again as I waited for another strike of lighting. It hit and I quickly looked around the small room of the abandoned apartment that Gabe and I found as we ran thought the heavy rain earlier this evening.

I noticed my friend as he lay beside me, hugging himself so he could fight the cold. “Gabe…” I whispered, moving closer to my unconscious friend. He mumbled something that wasn’t exactly audible, rolling over to face the other side of the room as he did so.

I just stared at him blankly, “Thanks…” I mumbled, lying back down on the ground on my side and stuffing my hands against my face and the floor. I looked over at the window, another strike of lighting sounded at the exact moment I looked over. It was so nice this morning and now it like this? Someone seriously got angry…

I turned over to face the back of the snoring Gabe, and then closed my eyes. A slight chill swept through the room and I shivered, shaping myself so I would be a ball. My mind fell blank and I was slowly swept into the sleeping stage. But before I did fall, a wave of warm air flew over my frozen cheeks.

*•~*~•*

“Abby…” a voice whispered, shaking me slightly. I stirred a bit, “Wake up…” it whispered again. My eyes fluttered open and I was greeted by the face of a grinning Gabe. “Morning Sunshine!” he smiled. I rolled my eyes and looked at the watch on my wrist, 9:30?

“No one, and I mean no one, can be this cheery in the morning…” I grumbled, adjusting myself so I was propped on my elbow.

He just smiled. “Well I for one am a very cheery person no matter what!” he stated, sitting down cross legged in front of me. He then brought up his arm, a paper bag in his hand.

I looked at it with a puzzled glance, then back over at Gabe. “Breakfast…” Was all he said as he put the bag on the wooden floor. I looked up at Gabe, reaching for the bag as I did so. He smiled at me for a moment then stood. “Better hurry up and eat. We leave in five…” he said simply turning and walking out of the room. I looked back down at the paper bag and opened it. A smiled at the sight of what was in the bag; a, what I presume to be, blueberry muffin and a cup of something.

I reached in, grabbing the cup and pulling it out of the paper bag. A giant gust of steam flew into my face; the instant coffee smell hit me. My mouth watered slightly as I placed the cup beside me and reached in again, retrieving the muffin.

“Come on Abby…” Gabe yelled from one of the rooms of the apartment. I stood up, stuffing the muffin into my mouth. “Ima coming!” I yelled back, my mouth still stuffed with the remaining muffin bits. I sipped on the coffee as I walked towards the front door. As I turned the corner I saw Gabe leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed across his chest and a smirk on his face. “Took you long enough…”

I rolled my eyes playfully, punching him in the arm as I walked past him. A slight smile was stretched across my lips. I walked down the hallway, stopping at the stairs. I turned to face him. He didn’t move a single bit. “You coming?” I asked, gesturing to the stairs with my free hand. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He pushed himself off the door frame and walked towards me, the smirk never leaving his face. He reached me and leaned close, “I’ll be right behind you…”

  *•~*~•*

Gabe and I walked down the busy street, trying to blend in. “So where are we going?” I asked, turning to face my friend. “Donno…” he replied looking down at me, “Just going where the wind takes us, my guess…” he shrugged.

I looked at him for a moment. I turned to the front, sticking my finger into my mouth then taking it out and lifting my hand high above my head. Gabe looked at me curiously as I dropped my hand. “Nope, sorry to burst your bubble, but there isn’t any wind today…” I said, wiping my slobbered finger against my clothes.

Gabe rolled his eyes, chuckling as he did so. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, “Come on. Let’s get going…” he smiled. I nodded and let him lead us around a corner towards the back of a Chinese restaurant.

A sudden shiver went down my spine, making the hair on the back of my neck stand. “Gabe stop…” I whispered, the bad feeling staying with me. He turned to face me, “What’s wrong-”

He stopped short, his eyes focusing on something behind me. “On the count of three run, got it?” he whispered so quietly I could only hear. His eyes never left what was behind me. “Gabe, what’s happening?” I urged, my panic level starting to rise.

“One…” he started, his hands balling to fists. “No Gabe, tell me what’s happening!”

“Two….”

“No Gabe, stop!”

“Three!!” He shouted, sprinting by me. I turned around in one swift movement. I gasped when I heard a gunshot. Looking down, I noticed blood seeping though a small hole in my clothes on my left side. I stared at the wound, not believing it was real. I lifted my hand and touched my left side. I looked at my fingers and there was a smear of bloody on them.

But then it hit me. Pain shot through my body so quickly it felt like I was being electrocuted. My right hand slapped onto the hole in my shirt as I fell to the ground. I shrieked in pain as it surged though me again, falling straight onto my right arm. Slowly lifted myself up, my left hand supporting all my weight.

As I lifted myself, it took all my strength to look up at who shot me. Dread shot though me as I looked at what was happening in front of me at this very moment.

My nightmare was unfolding.

Gabe was on the ground punching a man as another went behind him, picking him up and throwing him off the man he was punching. My left arm buckled beneath me and I collapsed back onto the concrete. My right arm screaming out as my body weight flattened it against the concrete.

“Watch out!” I warned but it was too late. The men were back up onto their feet, moving towards Gabe like he was prey. They reached him, one pulling him up to his feet as the other started punching him in the stomach.

"Gabriel! No!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my left hand flying forward in some pursuit of reaching my friend.

The two men looked at me, and I knew what was about to happen. One shouted to another man that was keeping watch at the end of the ally. I lifted myself again, wincing in pain as I did so. I looked back down at my hand and lifted it from my wound and looked at it quickly. I grimaced at the wound; it seemed to be a clean through and through bullet wound. The blood started seeping out again and I quickly reapplied my hand to the wound, pressing down.
 
“Run Abigail! Run!!” Gabe yelled. I looked up at my fighting friend; he was against two strongly built men that were trying to restrain him. 
 
I lifted myself onto my knees, keeping my right hand on my wound. “I'm not leaving you!” I yelled back, leaning all my body weight onto the hand that was supporting me. The man that was walking towards me sped up.
 
"No!! Leave me! Just get out of here!" Gabe yelled, elbowing one of the men. He doubled over, but quickly recovered, gripping onto Gabe with such force that he would have snapped into two. 
 
I slowly stood, managing to stand up straight for a second or two, but collapsed back onto the ground. "Get out of here, Abigail!" Gabe called again. The man was inching closer with every step.
 

That mystery man better come soon... I thought to myself.  The man was less than five meters away from me, but luck was on my side. I was scooped up into someone’s arms. The boy turned and ran, leaving Gabe and the men that were attacking us. “Thank you…” I whispered, looking up at the person who was saving me. His golden blonde hair moved around as he looked down at me. His piecing laser-beam blue eyes looked at me with care.

Then I closed my eyes and fell into unconsciousness.

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