7 – Freefalling

One of the other men dived at me from above, hit me and sent me spinning. I reached out to steady myself and froze in mid reach. I tried to move, but my suite just would not obey. My beautiful armor had betrayed me, not ten minutes after it had been completed.
“Well done, Adrian,” the man, who was clearly in charge, said to the one that had hit me, then he turned to me. “Relax Celia, I am not going to hurt you in any way.”
Someone caught me from behind and steadied me. I looked up at the man, who looked down at me and smiled. It was warm smile, but something about the way it did not reach his eyes made it unsettling.
“Who are you?” I looked him in the eye. “And what do you want with me.”
“You may call me sir,” there was a round of laughter form the men.
“Hey ! What do you think you are doing,” Mike called from behind me. “You can’t….”
“Shut up !” the man barely looked away, then refocused on me.
“You just…” Mike grunted, painfully.
I looked around to see one of the men catching himself against the wall beside the door and Mike going head first into the fare wall, trailing a cloud of blood as he rebounded.
“Come, we must go now,” the man in charge turned and started out the door. I was pushed headfirst after him.
“Hey ! You !” an amplified voice called from down the corridor, as we turned up it.
We stopped. I turned my head to see a black armored figure, visor down, floating in the middle of the corridor.
“Is that you Celia?” the voice called again.
I recognized Jazz’s voice. “Yes ! Help m….”
Someone slapped my face, hard. “Shut up!”
There was a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning.
Someone shouted, “Put that away, you fool.”
I look around to see Jazz tumbling through a shower of red sparks.
“Jazz !!” I shouted.
“Fucking shut up, bitch,” a voice shouted in my ear.
A siren started to whale dimly, fare away.
“Jazz !!!” All I saw was Jazz’s crumpling body. Slowly drifting back down the corridor, an intense red glow centreed on her left breast.
“Fucking bitch,” something hard hit the side of my face. My head was jerked around, to look straight into a light overhead. And again on the side of my head. A red fog covered my view of the corridor wall. And again……

Chapter 8 – New Girl