When Skies are Grey
Sam walked out and blinked at the site a ways down the road. A van? Why? She began to run, trying to get up airspeed enough to get in the air when she stopped, staring at the figure in front of her. She knew that build, those red curls. “Nat?” She whispered.
Please don’t let this be another dream, let it be her.
The woman in front of her seemed familiar, but she just couldn’t find memories of her. All she could remember was what they told her, don’t trust anyone- everyone is an enemy. The other agents started shooting at her- but they all missed. Weak. She was a better shot than all of them so with one bullet she shot the girl, purposely in the arm.
Sam clutched her arm, tears starting to form. “DON"T HURT HER!” She yelled. “Please..” She whispered. She took off running again, with the intent to grab the woman. About ten feet from her, she snapped her wings open and grabbed her under the armpits. “Don’t do this… Nat, come back to me..”