Radioactive Runaway novel Chapter 56

Ellie's P.O.V.

Angel.

The girl who kidnapped me, The girl who scared the living daylights out of me, The girl who I pushed myself to save, The girl who went missing.

The girl who became my friend.

Angel was Marty's lover, she once told me how she cared about him, and how he meant to her and this was how he repaid her.

You could tell she had been beaten, maybe even raped. The bruises all over her body were fresh, there was even dried blood. Dirt covered her body and I assumed she hadn't eaten in weeks.

She was lost of all her power. She didn't have the energy nor strength to protect herself. She was a witch, but a non-Healthy witch with no power was a useless witch.

Tears were slowly falling down her face as she looked at me; Sobs escaped her lips, and her eyes screamed help.

"Angel." losing me breathe in the single word, I felt as if I was going to collapse, Brake into sobs, and rip their heads off her hurting- Touching her.

"Ah, so this is your friend, isn't it?" Marty cooed into my ear, as he ran his finger across my cheek bone.

"Why would you do this to her?" Tears slowly fell down my face, is felt helpless. "She loved you."

No emotion even crossed his face as I said that, it was as if he didn't even hear it, didn't even care. "I am only letting you say goodbye to your friend, before she's..." His thumb traced my cheek then towards my lips, slowly brushing my lips. "Gone."

"Don't touch her." My voice came out weak, I hated being weak. I was a Luna and I was supposed to be strong, especially when protecting others.

"Ah, But I already have." He snickered. "Isn't that right, Cash?"

"Oh, we more than touched her." He laughed. "We beat her to a pulp, not letting her heals, every second we were with her; we hit, Kicked, and punched her. Making every single bruise on her body, Red to Yellow, to orange to green, to blue. All the colors of the guardians. We made she suffered until her end, and now her end has come, and you have front row seats."

"No." I whispered.

"Oh yes."

All my worst fears came true, as a young military boy stepped forward with a belt securely wrapped around his waist, in the belt held a sliver 3 foot sword, Shinning in the light it shone like a crystal. The sword made a "Sling" sound as it came out of the belt and was handed to Cash.

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