by AngelaWhite

Created on: January 11, 2011

“Going somewhere? “ Warren’s cold voice just outside the open door was unexpected, and Angela flinched, but didn’t draw the gun her hand was resting on as she listened, heart beginning to thump. How hard did she have to fight?

    She hadn’t heard them come, hadn’t felt a warning. Probably, they’d been here for a while, watching, letting her do the work of loading up supplies they’d soon have if she wasn’t careful here, didn’t handle it right. She heard the others now, the back up against the Witch, Arron’s two ally’s among them. Her heart pounded faster and she gave Warren a look that said to let her go as she turned, locked eyes with him, saw Arron’s dark face glaring over his shoulder. They were lined up across the bare, muddy courtyard in front of her building, cutting off any chance of escape, and they watched her openly this time, hunger in their eyes. They were still and quiet too, another bad sign, and then she saw the outline of bullet roof vests under thick layers of clothes, all of them but Warren wearing orange and yellow hardhats, and her heart skipped a beat. They’d come prepared. ‘Or, so they think.’ The Demon inside comforted. ‘Hold your ground.’.

“He’s close. I have to go. “Warren shook his head, beaten up face and slump of the shoulders telling her that the chain of command at the College had likely changed, making this a more dangerous confrontation. Talking her way out suddenly seemed very unlikely as she looked into his feverish, zealot’s eyes.

“If you move the car, they’ll open fire. Get out here. “Angela slowly slid to her feet, eyes going over the six, spread out men behind Arron, each with a firearm aimed at not the blazer, but her. She looked at Warren with a baiting brow raised, seeing he still had the bible under his arm.

“No longer under your protection, Preacher? “Warren shook his head, brown eyes bitter, discolored.

“No one is. “It was confirmation and yet none of the others stepped up do the speaking, to take control. When Warren closed the door and turned to face her, she noticed the others stayed well back, even Aaron, who she thought was probably the only one she had to really worry about shooting her. The others wanted her alive. Arron wanted her dead for humiliating him.

“Let me pass. I don’t want to hurt anyone. “ There

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