Angel of Darkness: When Worlds Collide
My story, soon to be a book I hope...enjoy the first 2 chapters of it! I'll send an update when I write more
My name is Alexandrina Rose daVerde, Alex for short. I am 18 years old, 5 foot 6 and have spiky black hair that tends to remind one of the Naruto character Sasuke Uchiha, because I copied his hairstyle. Also, I have a pair of 15 foot black wings on my back, grafted seamlessly into my skin because I was created by my scientist dad, and brought up as his and his wife’s daughter.
Also, I am an expert when it comes to weaponry. I have a black belt in karate and am an expert marksman and bladesman (or markswoman/bladeswoman).
On top of all of that: I only just survived a psychopathic serial killer trying to kill me. In order for you to understand why I was nearly killed by this person, we need to start at the beginning…
Chapter One
Escape
The sound of chaos. Bullets pinging off of metal. Psychotic laughter. Screams and shouts. Running feet.
This was all the result of one prisoner escaping from her cell.
The prisoner's name was Naomi Carre and she was 31. With her blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes and slight Russian accent, she didn't look like a high-class serial killer, yet she was. She had been responsible for around 8 horiffic murders over the course of 2 years. All her victims had died in the same way; they had been burned repeatedly, stabbed then their throats had been cut. She was running from her prison guards, finally having escaped after two years here.
Oddly enough, as she ran from her pursuers, she laughed.
Once she got outside, she found at least 3 squad cars waiting for her. But fortunately her ride was waiting for her too. She sprinted forward, hitting a guard straight between the eyes with the heel of her hand as she passed. He went down and she stole his gun. She fired two shots at the police officers chasing her. One was hit in the eye and went down but the other was too quick and ducked. Still running hard, she jumped into the back of the van, slammed the door shut and yelled to the driver 'GO!'. The van skidded off the mark and shot out onto the dusty road with no less than four squad cars chasing it
* * *
The van screamed along the road at an insane 130km/h, swaying this way and that to try and avoid the shots the police were firing. Just then, a whole new player came into the game.
'Great!' Naomi shouted above the wind 'They just had to bring a whole convoy of vehicles into this thing!'
Sure enough, a huge convoy followed the original four squad cars. This convoy contained lightweight jeeps with .50 calibre machine guns mounted on the racks behind the cabin, more jeeps equipped with missile launchers, a couple of tanks and even a few trucks filled with troops equipped with heavy weaponry.
'Uh, Naomi…' called the driver. 'Now would be the time to use all those weapons at your disposal…'
'Huh?' she said and turned toward the back of the van.
'Nice…' she breathed.
Basically, the back of the van was filled with a total arsenal of weaponry.
Stinger missile launchers, RPG packs, anti-tank rockets, machine guns, shotguns, sniper rifles and even the odd pistol.
'Not short on weaponry, I see' she commented.
'Clearly' said the driver dryly. 'Now, would you please use some of it to get us out of here?'
'Gladly' she responded. Hefting a missile launcher onto her shoulder, she got a lock on one of the squad cars and squeezed the trigger. A finger of smoke trailed through the air behind the missile as it struck its mark. The squad car was quite literally blown through the air, coming to a halt blocking half the road. The remaining cars skirted around the wreckage and the chase was back on.
Over the radio they heard the police chatter. One of them said; 'Crap! They have weapons! This is about to get a little harder…'
Suddenly the whole car rocked as a shell from the tank landed in the road next to it with a colossal boom.
'Crap!' Naomi snarled.
'Naomi! Nail that tank!' shouted the driver.
'Gladly!' she called, hefting an anti-tank rocket launcher, drawing a bead on the tank and pulling the trigger. The missle trailed through the air and slammed into it directly in its intakes. It exploded spectacularly, leaving another huge pile of debris on the road. The army cars pursued while the rest of the squad cars stayed back.
The chase convoy hit a bridge. It was an older one-mostly wooden struts and stronger than it looked. As they went over it, the driver pulled out a black switchbox that looked a bit like a handheld radio. He flicked a switch then yelled back, 'Naomi! We have precisely ten seconds to get the hell off this bridge! Do everything you can to get us out of here alive!'
She didn't answer, she didn't need to. Instead, she pulled out an RPG pack and shot it, pistol-style, at a car coming up alongside them. It entered through the window –instantly killing its driver and then the whole thing blew up in a spectacular explosion.
They were approaching the end of the bridge. They reached the end and hit the road just as the entire bridge exploded at both ends and fell away into the ravine below it, taking the entire chase convoy with it.
They cheered as they sped away from the wreckage.
The only thing that Naomi said was 'Next stop, Australia!'
Chapter 2
Unwelcome surprise
A few days later, on the other side of the world, life was going normally in Alex daVerde's household.
That morning, Alex stretched to the sky before shuffling downstairs for breakfast.
She arrived in the kitchen to the sound of 'Prayer' by Disturbed. Her mother and father, just like Alex herself, adored all music, but especially metal.
'Good morning!' Alex’s mother, Alice, sang.
'Morning' Alex yawned.
‘What do you want for breakfast, darling?’
'Pancakes please'
As her mother started to cook them, there was a knock at the door.
'Alex' called her mother 'can you look after the pancakes for a sec?'
'Sure' she answered.
As she stood at the stove, she heard voices in the hallway. Then her mother's voice rang clearer as she said 'You'd better come in'
Footsteps rang in the hallway and three people entered the spacious dining room: her mother and two strangers.
They were both men, one in his forties and the other around her own age. The older of the two was around five feet ten, with jet black hair streaked with silver. His stern face was marked with stress lines, but he had kind blue eyes and a strong, fit physique. The boy was a bit shorter, with wavy brown hair that just reached his collar and he was slender and fit, with brilliant blue eyes.
'Hello, Alex. Sorry to drop in on you like this, but it is rather urgent' said the man. 'I am Dave, and my son is Ashley' he added.
Ashley threw her a winning smile and she couldn't help but smile back.
'Excuse me if I sound rude, but what is this "important news” that you must tell Alex?' her mother said tersely.
'Ah, straight to the point it is then' said Dave. 'Alright…In short, we have just received classified intelligence that a high profile prisoner has escaped and is on her way here as we speak'
'And what does that have to do with me?' Alex asked.
'You're not going to like this, but we basically believe that she is being paid to track you down and kill you' he replied.
'Woah, woah, woah, back up. Who is this person? I do have a right to know' Alex asked.
Dave sighed. 'Her name is Naomi Carre. She is 31, brilliant blue eyes, long blonde hair, around your height. She also has a very slight Russian accent. She’s a black belt in karate, a weapons specialist, a psychopath and a murderer.'
'So let me get this straight' Alex said, voice dripping with sarcasm. 'An Russian woman who's like a psychopathic killing machine is trying to kill me'
'You could say that'
'Great' she said dryly. 'So what do I do about it?'
'We protect you' he responded. He nodded to Ashley and he disappeared out of the front door. He reappeared with his arms full of cases.
'On top of the weapons in these cases, your parents, Ashley and myself will all do our very best to protect you, but some of the responsibility lies with you. You must stay out of the pubic as much as possible and keep very much to yourself. Always be alert. Ashley, I trust you will guard her well. Guard with your life if necessary'
'I will' he promised.
'Well, I must go. Use your gifts well. I will check up on you soon and send you a letter with an update on Naomi’s movements as soon as possible. Farewell'
And with that he left, leaving the remaining occupants in a shocked silence in his wake.
Also, I am an expert when it comes to weaponry. I have a black belt in karate and am an expert marksman and bladesman (or markswoman/bladeswoman).
On top of all of that: I only just survived a psychopathic serial killer trying to kill me. In order for you to understand why I was nearly killed by this person, we need to start at the beginning…
Chapter One
Escape
The sound of chaos. Bullets pinging off of metal. Psychotic laughter. Screams and shouts. Running feet.
This was all the result of one prisoner escaping from her cell.
The prisoner's name was Naomi Carre and she was 31. With her blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes and slight Russian accent, she didn't look like a high-class serial killer, yet she was. She had been responsible for around 8 horiffic murders over the course of 2 years. All her victims had died in the same way; they had been burned repeatedly, stabbed then their throats had been cut. She was running from her prison guards, finally having escaped after two years here.
Oddly enough, as she ran from her pursuers, she laughed.
Once she got outside, she found at least 3 squad cars waiting for her. But fortunately her ride was waiting for her too. She sprinted forward, hitting a guard straight between the eyes with the heel of her hand as she passed. He went down and she stole his gun. She fired two shots at the police officers chasing her. One was hit in the eye and went down but the other was too quick and ducked. Still running hard, she jumped into the back of the van, slammed the door shut and yelled to the driver 'GO!'. The van skidded off the mark and shot out onto the dusty road with no less than four squad cars chasing it
* * *
The van screamed along the road at an insane 130km/h, swaying this way and that to try and avoid the shots the police were firing. Just then, a whole new player came into the game.
'Great!' Naomi shouted above the wind 'They just had to bring a whole convoy of vehicles into this thing!'
Sure enough, a huge convoy followed the original four squad cars. This convoy contained lightweight jeeps with .50 calibre machine guns mounted on the racks behind the cabin, more jeeps equipped with missile launchers, a couple of tanks and even a few trucks filled with troops equipped with heavy weaponry.
'Uh, Naomi…' called the driver. 'Now would be the time to use all those weapons at your disposal…'
'Huh?' she said and turned toward the back of the van.
'Nice…' she breathed.
Basically, the back of the van was filled with a total arsenal of weaponry.
Stinger missile launchers, RPG packs, anti-tank rockets, machine guns, shotguns, sniper rifles and even the odd pistol.
'Not short on weaponry, I see' she commented.
'Clearly' said the driver dryly. 'Now, would you please use some of it to get us out of here?'
'Gladly' she responded. Hefting a missile launcher onto her shoulder, she got a lock on one of the squad cars and squeezed the trigger. A finger of smoke trailed through the air behind the missile as it struck its mark. The squad car was quite literally blown through the air, coming to a halt blocking half the road. The remaining cars skirted around the wreckage and the chase was back on.
Over the radio they heard the police chatter. One of them said; 'Crap! They have weapons! This is about to get a little harder…'
Suddenly the whole car rocked as a shell from the tank landed in the road next to it with a colossal boom.
'Crap!' Naomi snarled.
'Naomi! Nail that tank!' shouted the driver.
'Gladly!' she called, hefting an anti-tank rocket launcher, drawing a bead on the tank and pulling the trigger. The missle trailed through the air and slammed into it directly in its intakes. It exploded spectacularly, leaving another huge pile of debris on the road. The army cars pursued while the rest of the squad cars stayed back.
The chase convoy hit a bridge. It was an older one-mostly wooden struts and stronger than it looked. As they went over it, the driver pulled out a black switchbox that looked a bit like a handheld radio. He flicked a switch then yelled back, 'Naomi! We have precisely ten seconds to get the hell off this bridge! Do everything you can to get us out of here alive!'
She didn't answer, she didn't need to. Instead, she pulled out an RPG pack and shot it, pistol-style, at a car coming up alongside them. It entered through the window –instantly killing its driver and then the whole thing blew up in a spectacular explosion.
They were approaching the end of the bridge. They reached the end and hit the road just as the entire bridge exploded at both ends and fell away into the ravine below it, taking the entire chase convoy with it.
They cheered as they sped away from the wreckage.
The only thing that Naomi said was 'Next stop, Australia!'
Chapter 2
Unwelcome surprise
A few days later, on the other side of the world, life was going normally in Alex daVerde's household.
That morning, Alex stretched to the sky before shuffling downstairs for breakfast.
She arrived in the kitchen to the sound of 'Prayer' by Disturbed. Her mother and father, just like Alex herself, adored all music, but especially metal.
'Good morning!' Alex’s mother, Alice, sang.
'Morning' Alex yawned.
‘What do you want for breakfast, darling?’
'Pancakes please'
As her mother started to cook them, there was a knock at the door.
'Alex' called her mother 'can you look after the pancakes for a sec?'
'Sure' she answered.
As she stood at the stove, she heard voices in the hallway. Then her mother's voice rang clearer as she said 'You'd better come in'
Footsteps rang in the hallway and three people entered the spacious dining room: her mother and two strangers.
They were both men, one in his forties and the other around her own age. The older of the two was around five feet ten, with jet black hair streaked with silver. His stern face was marked with stress lines, but he had kind blue eyes and a strong, fit physique. The boy was a bit shorter, with wavy brown hair that just reached his collar and he was slender and fit, with brilliant blue eyes.
'Hello, Alex. Sorry to drop in on you like this, but it is rather urgent' said the man. 'I am Dave, and my son is Ashley' he added.
Ashley threw her a winning smile and she couldn't help but smile back.
'Excuse me if I sound rude, but what is this "important news” that you must tell Alex?' her mother said tersely.
'Ah, straight to the point it is then' said Dave. 'Alright…In short, we have just received classified intelligence that a high profile prisoner has escaped and is on her way here as we speak'
'And what does that have to do with me?' Alex asked.
'You're not going to like this, but we basically believe that she is being paid to track you down and kill you' he replied.
'Woah, woah, woah, back up. Who is this person? I do have a right to know' Alex asked.
Dave sighed. 'Her name is Naomi Carre. She is 31, brilliant blue eyes, long blonde hair, around your height. She also has a very slight Russian accent. She’s a black belt in karate, a weapons specialist, a psychopath and a murderer.'
'So let me get this straight' Alex said, voice dripping with sarcasm. 'An Russian woman who's like a psychopathic killing machine is trying to kill me'
'You could say that'
'Great' she said dryly. 'So what do I do about it?'
'We protect you' he responded. He nodded to Ashley and he disappeared out of the front door. He reappeared with his arms full of cases.
'On top of the weapons in these cases, your parents, Ashley and myself will all do our very best to protect you, but some of the responsibility lies with you. You must stay out of the pubic as much as possible and keep very much to yourself. Always be alert. Ashley, I trust you will guard her well. Guard with your life if necessary'
'I will' he promised.
'Well, I must go. Use your gifts well. I will check up on you soon and send you a letter with an update on Naomi’s movements as soon as possible. Farewell'
And with that he left, leaving the remaining occupants in a shocked silence in his wake.
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