Sarah walked into the Gas Station, moving over to the hot chocolate machine as she pressed the button to pour it into the styrofoam cup. “Ahh” she thought, something hot to calm my nerves. She walked up to the counter to pay and then decided to use the bathroom before leaving to school. Sarah politly asked for the bathroom key, grasped it, and wandered over to the door. “Put your hands up!” a man angrily yelled behind her. Sarah’s hands shook as she put the key into the lock and got into the bathroom, yet again her helpless soul had been condemned to witness a robbery that she didn’t have control over. Yet again Sarah was trapped, now relying on the safety of a gas station bathroom, yet again she was terrified and alone. She immediately took a seat on the white toilet and dug into her pocket for her cell phone, taking it out so quickly that it fell to the floor and chopped her battery out of the back.
“Oh my god, oh my god, dammit” Sarah was frustrated but still managed to stay quiet while frantically trying to pick up the battery. Out of nowhere a shooting pain ejected from her back, as if her spine had knives attached to the bone that were dug into her flesh. “Ah!” Sarah shrieked out of pain and fell to the floor on her knees, she reached out for the battery and dropped it again when the pain crept up to her neck. “If you’re calling the cops, you will pay!” The sharp pain of a knife being dug into her back and dragged down and rewound to happen all over again, her flesh parting to either side of her back as a cold shiver ran down her body. Sarah Stone believed that she was going to die.
Screaming out of agony the thieves continued to bang on the door yelling at her to exit the bathroom before they take the door down. Sarah put her hands on her back, trying to end the pain she put pressure on it and brought her hand back to her chest. Her hands were wet, they were dripping, they were red. “Get out of there now!” the thieves continued to threat. Immediately taking off her shirt at the site of a blood hand print she was witness to all the blood dripping down her back, oozing out of the wound. Some black ink was still present on her back from the tattoo, but blood was soon smeared to cover the entire design and then an instant glow. Pain jerked up her neck and looking into the mirror Sarah glared into the eyes of an unknown, she didn’t understand. Confused Sarah took another look into her eyes, they were red, but how? “Ah!” Sarah continued to scream out of pain and she turned her back to the mirror again only to find that her tattoo was glowing the red color her eyes had changed to. The glow continued to burn bright and the pain went down, it went down alot.
“You’re going to be sliced the hell up lady!” Tears rolled down her naked cheeks as she became faint; blood slowing down with each teardrop. The feeling of knives wrenching out of her back swerved back into her altered flesh, as feathers emerged. A left wing pierced out of her skin, the hollow tan that once shined. Feathers as white as untouched snow, as graceful and glimmering as the sweetest sun-kissed morning sky. Stretching out, consumed by the blood they leaked. Seconds later the right wing pierced out of Sarah’s body, as her head now met her thighs and she laid her hands down in front, the hollow bone of the wing cracked into place. This wing was not as white as snow, but as black as night. Black feathers lifted as the wing stretched to the right, blood sliding off like dew from a leaf in the early morning. Sarah’s screaming quieted as the last of her tears fell to the cold blue tiled flooring. Her hands met the yellow wallpapered wall as she found her footing, tortured in the same situation that scared her with a slash of fear months before. Silence shook the salty bathroom. Such an empty place, a dry place, a wet and unwanted picture of a memory.
Pounding slammed into the door, one side of a man’s body and then the next being flailed upon the door in order to enter. A loud slam emerged, echoing off the bathroom walls as the dust soared around the room created a grey cloud. Three men stood in front of her, their faces complete with anger and emptiness, claiming nothing within their hearts as they brought upon even more shame to this room. Their torn shoes met with the blood pool and they looked down only to be astonished when their pupils met a sea of red. Sarah Stone stood directly in front of them now, as the dust settled among the blood stained blue tiles, they now saw what they came to slice. The three men, one about 5’11 wearing dark jeans and a black hoodie hiding his disgusting face with a sock-like mask. The two others were around 6 feet also wearing all black with sock-like masks. The three men all froze at the site. Black high heels beneath boot cut jeans that were ripped at the knee and drenched in blood where the skin peered out of the hole. Higher lay her red hands hugging the sides of her body and a white tank top with one bloody hand-print smack in the center of her chest. One white wing floated out to her left as the black wing floated to her left; a light and a shadow. Her lengthy brown hair was now darker then ever as her face seemed pale, lips quivered, nostrils flared, and eyes as red as our Earth’s center core. This was the site, this was the scene, this was the last time.
“Leave!” she yelled at the three men, so loud, so angry that they didn’t even flinch before turning around and crashing into one another to squeeze through the demonic doorway that now stood without a door. An echo continued out the door as she created a new order, “Run! Get the hell out of here! You should not have done this! Get Out!” the more Sarah yelled the louder she got, the more her echo rained upon the fleeing men that were once the weapon here. She screamed across all of the shelves, allowing the pain to escape her lungs and exhale through her chest. They kept running, full throttle, almost tripping when their front feet flew over the sidewalk to hit the street. Sarah Stone stood there for a moment and the next she knew she couldn’t allow them to get away with this. They walked into this gas station with masks on, held a knife to the cashier and threated her life, over what? A few hundred dollars for a life? Justice, justice should suffice.
She grasped the wind and jumped, being caught just above gravity her wings maneuvered even farther out from her body. Sarah drifted over the streets like a hawk, naturally inhaling and exhaling her answer of calm as she kept good pace upon the crooks that were dashing just North of her position. Soaring over them she lowered her position closing her wings to her body, and as hard as a nail she took the pressure from the sky and collided with them just enough before giving way to atmosphere and soaring up. The three men were now helpless as Sarah floated above for a few circles around them then delicately landed on the lamppost before descending to street level. Crouched, left knee licking the concrete alongside the right foot nailed to it. Fixing her gaze on the gate-crashers she clutched her pocket to grab her phone then soon realized it was back at the gas station, “oh come on!” Sarah exclaimed. “I got this far, I’ll just have to go back one last time” she thought for a moment and then the chant of sirens whispered to her ear. Her commendable deed was now done, as any and all physical pain melted off of her delicate flesh. Her eyes glazed over and trailed to the back of her head, a dizzy spell overwhelmed her shaking knee as she fell to the cement, her commendable deed was now done. Sirens continued to echo throughout the street, as a man walked up to her and stared at her, “my, my, my” he whispered to himself. Sarah awoke to this as he knelt down to her side and explained that he was a paramedic and was here to help. Building her trust she allowed him to pick her up, she burried her face into his chest and fell into a deep relaxation with no ear to reality. The ambulance, and police finally showed up and arrested the crooks as Sarah was now a block away in the arms of a stranger.
Written By: Megan Lizee
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