Tonight, the sky was furious. The thunder roared unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was like a grave sin had been committed, and justice was denied, leaving the arrows of droplets to rain down like an angry curse. The winds blew mercilessly and each attack of raindrop felt like whips of tiny cane, painful to my skin, as I rushed out of my cab and down my street. My hands did less protecting me from the weapons of the sky, and I continued to be attacked until I reached my habitat. But the war didn't stop. Lightening struck a pole next to my apartment, and I screamed a short sound, horribly terrified. This felt more than a storm. Fidgeting, my hands tried to grab the keys in my soaked bag, but my shivering body wasn't helping matters. By accident, my elbow hit the door, and it slid open. My quivering body took a halt, while my mind played back the thought of me leaving for work early today.
Didn't I lock the door? Or did I forget to in a hurry?
Before I could dive into my thoughts, the sky startled me in thundering scream making me jump in to the darkness, and slam the door mercilessly, but it couldn't defeat the sound of war from the sky and wind.
In my dark haven, my skin took heart and began healing from the attacks, savoring the warmth that came from the living room. Tired and drenched, I pulled off my jacket and kept it along side my bag at the side of the door. I squeezed out the water from my hair, and the sound of splashes was the second thing to the battle going outside my house, until there was a third.
I froze facing the door. My skin had finally relaxed, and my hairs tingled in suspicion of another entity in the room. Then, my mind suddenly remembered the door was open before my return, and the evidence of the memory of me locking up before leaving played like a cassette.
I wasn't going to say the usual line of "Who's there?"
Swiftly, I flipped the switch and turned around, and my parlor looked like the war happening outside, started here first.
The living room was upside down. The furniture out of place, the television, smashed. But what alarmed my confused mind was the splashes blood on the wall, that oozed to the ground.
"Mom? Dad?" I unconsciously shouted, running to the rooms of the house in search for them. And I found more trails of blood, one looked like a body was dragged along, while the one in the living room looked like another was shot there. My heart palpitated as my body trembled from fear.
Who would break in? Are they— dead?
Many thoughts were suggested, and the only one that stood dominant was, call the cops.
My phone. Where's my phone?
I went to my soaked bag, emptied it, and I found my purse. Unzipping it, I pulled my phone out. Operating the screen was difficult, my fingers were still wet. I tapped the numbers, but my screen wasn't responding. I stood up, wiping my hands dry on the wall, about to head right back into the storm, when I saw the shadow behind me late. A gloved hand pulled my stretched out arm, and locked it behind me with his grip, and before I knew what was happenning, my phone was on the ground, while I struggled to breath against the first arm of my attacker that strangled me, while the other tickled my the hairs on my throat a very sharp blade.
I wanted to scream, but the blade held enough language to warn me.
The footsteps of another stranger closed in, my attacker turned me slowly so I could see his master.
"Isabelle Delacriox," he dragged, swinging his knife playfully, while I stayed very still in the arms of my attacker.
I heard my phone ring. Distracted, I jacked the masked attacker behind me, and I managed to escape his grip, and opened the door, but on escaping, I met another masked figure out the door. The sight of him was welcomed with another thunder from the sky behind him. Bumping into him, he trapped me in the same position as the first attacker. This time, he sunk his blade into my skin, I began to bleed a little. The sharp pain made me rethink fret for my life.
The rain pouring made the cut sting more. Slowly, he walked me in, shutting the door with his foot.
Their 'master's' gaze, in front of me, widened in shock on sight and he went on his knees while the one I attacked in self defense grunted in pain, prostrated the same. From the wimper, I discovered she was a woman.
When they both bowed, I wondered who it was behind me. Had I mistaken the one before me as their leader?
While I was in my thoughts;
"Where do you think you're going, Isabelle?"
I heard his low voice echo in my ear, making me shiver.
"You're parents sold you to me for drug money. Didn't they tell you? You belong to me now."
The room was slowly getting blurry. This man was choking me. I struggled to breath, and in the process, met his eyes; his eyes...
Isabelle dropped to the floor, unconscious. While the others rose to their feet:
"May we finally dispose of her, boss?"
Jane said, as she uncovered her face, rubbing the spot Isabelle had jacked.
Danger and Jane looked at Isabelle's body, and could tell she was still alive from her still breathing.
He looked down at her, tilting his head while a thought plotted within his mind,
"On second thought, I think she might be interesting."
Danger and Jane, looked at each other in concern, but none dared to question him.
"Get her into the truck, and get the cleaners in here. I don't want unnecessary attention."
"Yes boss," they chorused. Danger effortlessly lifted Isabelle, while Jane dialed a number through her burner phone.
"28 Havery Street," was all she said before she hung up, and followed the others.
The battle of the raindrops continued chaotically, its sounds hide the crime that had just happened in Isabelle's home, while the truck outside lit up, and drove away like nothing ever happened.