Epilogue: The Fires of an Angry Heart

Epilogue: The Fires of an Angry Heart

"Celia, Celia listen to me." She tried not to let her voice quaver as she comforted her little sister. She was small for her age, barely four feet nine, and she was only twelve years old. Her long golden red hair hung limply in her eyes that were scared and red from tears.
"We have to keep moving, alright? We can't let them catch us."
"But Scarlet! They have guns! How are we ever going to get away?" The little girl cried.
Scarlet pulled her into her arms and squeezed her hard.
"I know, I know. You just leave that to me, alright? We're going to be fine, I promise. Now you get to the safe house, you know where it is right?"
Celia pulled away and nodded, rubbing her eyes with her grimy hand.
"Yes Scarlet, I know where it is."
"Alright, then you run. You run and you don't look back. I'll meet you there in a little while okay?"
Celia nodded and darted off down the alley way.
Scarlet ran the opposite direction, tightening the straps on her backpack so it wouldn't bounce as much when she ran.

She had taught Celia everything she knew about the alleys of Los Angels, and knew she was going to be fine so long as she stuck to the backways and avoided people as much as possible. Usually it was police they ran from, or social workers that tried to take them to live in orphanages. Claiming they'd have a better life, a life full of education and TV, and games and everything every normal teenager had! (Except the parents of course)
But that was just it, they weren't normal teenagers.
They were special.
Or cursed.
It depended on the situation as to how Scarlet looked at it.

But these men weren't police. No, they were something else. From some high and mighty branch of the government. They had special guns, and seemed to know everything about she and her sister. and Scarlet didn't like it when people knew that much about her.

She ran through the busy streets, hoping to loose them. But at a stop light, she glanced over her shoulder and saw their tall bald heads and knew she was screwed.
They spotted her and she made a split second decision.
Dashing in front of the cars, dodging them as they slammed on breaks, she ran the red light and knew the men were following her.
But she knew how to take care of them. She just couldn't do it in front of thousands of people.
   Turning onto another alley, she wove her way through the connecting streets that were never used except for people who were on the run. Then she came to a dead end and skidded to a stop. She turned and fiddled with the rings on her hands as she flicked her head so her bangs were out of her eyes.
A few seconds later, the men came running into the alley and came up short when they saw her just standing there, staring at them.
The fatter one smirked.
"You've got no where to run little girl." He yelled.
She cocked an eyebrow.
"Really? Cause it looks to me as if you've got no where to run." She stated.
The man exchanged glances with his partner, who just shook his head.
"We'll find your little sister. I'm sure she'll make a nice addition to our boss' collection." He said with a sly grin. "He likes hearing girls scream."
Scarlet's face hardened instantly. She slammed her hands together, the rings clashed and rubbed against each other, creating a spark, she then pulled hands apart slowly, showing the men a ball of fire dancing between her palms.
"No one. Threats. My sister." She stated coldly as she threw the ball towards them, willing it to become bigger, and consistent.
No one heard their screams above the usual hustle and bustle of the Angel City.