Alita was startled, moved into the bin box, and began to check for her brother’s contact, she mentally praised herself for getting him a phone about a month ago if not she would be as scared as hell.
Well, the fact that he never carries the phone around might be a problem for her. She texts his number, hopefully, it might not be in the toilet or the kitchen this time.
Carefully, she removed the lid and looked to see five men, one on the floor the rest standing, just watching him.
Her eyes drift off, she recalled something she never wanted to see again, something she fears. She saw her father staring blankly at her in his pool of blood, next to her mother.
Fear grip her, it felt like everything was happening again as she held her bag to her chest, in an attempt to hold Gio well.
Her phone vibrated and then began to ring aloud.
Immediately it starts ringing, Alita switched off the phone and put it in her bag, she could hear distant talking as she felt someone walking close to her.
She didn’t dare to look up as she had mistakenly dropped the lid when her phone started ringing. She just fold herself and stayed still, waiting for the person to come here.
She closed her eyes as Ricardo’s face appeared, in his pool of blood with a gun hole in the middle of his head. She closed her eyes as her breathing began to raise, she was such the person around could hear her heartbeat as it threatened to jump off her chest.
“What do you find, Cage” a voice she could identify as Bone’s asked, “What the fuck did you find?”
“Nothing” cage shouted, he turned sharply to where a rattling noise came from and walked there, “I think I find something”
Alita went dead, she buried her face in her palm and began to shed tears, there was no type of prayer she did not make, even hail mary she had refused to learn since she was still a child, she said it.
After what seemed like a deafening silence, Cage shouted, but this time a bit away from her than the last time he spoke.
“It’s a fucking cat” he chuckled.
“Cats don’t have ringtone” a stern voice replied causing Alita to flinch and all attention on her, “I told you so. Fish it out and kill it”
Kill it!?
Fear gripped Alita as she began to search her bag for something, just anything she can to defend herself. She could hear nothing but footsteps, walking in her direction.
She heard something click and immediately, she recognized the sound. It seems to even be the sound she would never forget, the same clicking sound that went before the loud one that killed the person she hate to love.
“Please!” She said, she noticed they stopped and she got hold of her perfume again “I am just a poor girl, returning from work”
“We hear that all the time,” Cage said “Why not make it simple for us, you come out and we give you a painless death or we make you suffer?”
Alita stiffen, she closed her eyes tight as she began to think of anything to do. She wasn’t willing to die or let someone kill her here as her parents died. If they succeed, they die for nothing.
Alita took deep breaths, then did what no one would have thought about, She threw the bin box down, the bottom facing them then crawled out slowly.
“Please don’t shoot” she sniffed “Ricardo was only trying to take me and -”
She dashed in a dark direction filled with dirt and many trash cans. She kept running and did not look back, hoping she would see a police van and be saved.
Gunshots pursue behind her and she was so surprised that none had hit her.
She could hear the running after her and cussing. If she keep running it would be easy to find her so she did what she knew, hit, she found a bigger trash can and dived in.
What’s up with all this trash can!?
She didn’t bother to close the lid as she closed her nose and mouth, so she could breathe loud and won’t die of a bad smell.
Ewww!
Got hold of a used sanitary pad and almost scream. She forced her mouth close as she began to hear their voice again.
“She is not far,” the stern voice said.
Silent followed as she conclude they might have split, to circle her or get her fast.
“That bitch is something” the strange voice yelled as it became faint “she is a stud in the ass”
She almost giggled at such a compliment, at least, who won’t be a pain in the ass when she was almost raped by her ex she still loves, who got murdered in front of her and the killers are looking for her to kill her too.
She is roasted.
“I know you are in there” the stern voice hushed “But let’s make a deal, and I might want to let you live. Maybe” he added.
Such as asshole! Maybe?
Fear engulfed Alita as she heard his footsteps, he seems to be moving around her hiding place, ransacking everything he touches. For a moment she thought he must have seen her but if he knew she was there, why would he keep searching everywhere?
“You have a video of what happened, I only want the video and you will go free for an hour,” the person said again.
Anger swept through Alita’s vein, the person was not even trying to be nice at all. How could he let her go free for just one hour? She might as well not make it home before being killed too.
She began to search her bag for her phone, if she could tell Gio to go meet father Lorenzo she would feel much better. After a few seconds of searching, she discovered that she must have dropped it while running.
Her lips quivered as she but her lower lips to stop herself from screaming. Desperately searching the bag, she picked up her perfume bottle. A deep frown spread across her face as she wonders how useless the content of her bag is.
With her other hand, she dish off something crawling up her leg. She hopes it’s better not to be maggots or worms if not…
“There you are” Alita felt his painful hand grab her hair and pulled her out of the trash can “You look beautiful but You smell like trash”.