Free I Won't Let You Die Angel by Neal Goldy

pulled away from him, only to be pulled back even closer, and this time not by
Neil, my pendant being the culprit. It got stuck in his shirt’s collar, shining
as brightly as his eyes.
    “Then you leave me no choice, Angel .” And he executed my own technique on me and traces of unconsciousness
rushed through my blood. The last thing I felt was detachment from my pendant, the
one thing that was mine; and I had lost it, too.
    There should be a new continuity
theorem made on me for waking up from unconsciousness a third day consecutively.
But today the parameters were slightly edgy; I mean I woke up in the backseat of
a car rather than on the couch.
    I had on the same crimson
dress and a jacket to cover the exposed part. That, too, was Neil’s jacket. Lady
Gaga was shouting her throat out on the stereo, a disaster to my pounding head.
“Shut that off.” I shouted.
    Two pairs of eyes glared
at me lividly. “Oh! Welcome back to the world of consciousness, sugar”, grinned
Carl shamelessly. I grimaced angrily and opened my mouth to retort back.
    “Save it. You’ll need all
of your leftover energy. We’re almost there.” The last sentence was addressed to
Neil, who was driving.
    I took a peek at Neil: he
looked capricious. I recalled yesterday’s events and reached for my pendant, nothing.
I had failed. I had failed in my attempts to save myself and Prof. Collins. After
my daring endeavor last night, even these two wouldn’t commiserate. I fought the
battle and lost. Tears started brimming and I was seconds away from whimpering when
the car stopped.
    Neil got out and yanked
me from the back. Carl faced us, “This is as far as I go.”
    Neil grimaced, “Why? You
don’t wanna meet your ally?”
    Carl shrugged, “Two parallel
lines can never intersect, my friend. Similarly, me and Storm… Huh.”
    He took the car and pulled
over. That left the two of us with a magnificent ranch house looming ahead. The
property was spread over several acres, the house itself was huge. Three gardens
with different kinds of flowers were arranged in a triangular sort of pattern. In
the far west beyond the woods were several hills and the sound of running water
chimed along with the cooing of birds. I was awestruck by the natural scenery here.
For a moment, I just got lost in the beauty and forgot all about the fateful situation
closing in.
    Several men in black were
marching towards us and they stripped Neil of all his arms. There was nothing on
me that could be stripped, well except for my clothes, which with their mercy I
could keep. Four men led us towards the entrance and four fell back in step behind
us. We dawdled past the entrance and several rooms to reach an apartment-size hall.
    The hall was filled with
several armed men. Someone was sitting at the bar. As the butler moved from my line
of sight, I felt the shock of my life, like the universal gravitational constant
had suddenly become zero. My legs felt weak and it took all of my willpower not
to crumple down right on the spot.
    The man sitting in front
of us was the man of my most absolute terror. Every day, I pray to God never to
cross paths again with him. It’d been years, but the passing years could not mess
with my memory of his six foot tall physique, black eyes, muscular body, and devil
face. He shot up from his seat with a ruthless smile plastered on his face and stepped
towards us; his every step, making me nauseous, crushing the air out of my lungs.
    Neil must have sensed the
change in my posture, because he put his hand on my shoulder, maybe to reassure
me. But I had no strength left even to look towards him. I was losing it, my knees
buckled, and Neil caught me by the shoulders to keep me from tottering.
     I felt a revulsion so strong
that every nerve in my body urged me to flee from the agony of this person’s presence.
He sauntered towards us like a cobra waiting for its ultimate attack. He stopped
a few paces away from us and looked straight into my