Fallen Angel

6

A tree branch snaps by me, causing me to drop the letter. My head whip in the direction that it came from, seeing nothing there.
The sound came yet again, except this time it was behind me. A figure moves quickly out of the corner of my eye. The shock collar around my neck causes me to yelp as it shocks me.

"Arrrg!" I yell in pain, dropping to my knees as it fades away. "What the fuck did I do that time?"

"Mark?" A accented voice calls. It sounded like it was Swedish but I wasn't sure. The only thing I knew was that some random person knew my name.

A figure emerges from behind a tree. Taking no chances, I scramble to my feet.

"Please," it says, stepping forward. "Don't run. I'm only trying to-" not trusting the person's words, I turn around and started running. "Guys, come on! He is running!"

Maybe because it was being tortured by demons day after day that I had grown to not trust anything anyone tells me. One thing I do know is that there was more than one person chasing me know.

"Dude what the hell?" I hear one of them scream as they chased me. A tree branch scratches my face, causing me to hiss.

"Bro!" The one earlier calls. "Stop! We are trying to help you!" But I don't stop. Instead, I continue running, weaving between trees, hoping to throw them off somehow. It doesn't work.

"Oh my god! Stop running you twat!" A third person calls. I move a tree branch out of my way as I ran, letting go of it to hear a satisfying thump as it hits someone in the face.

"My face!" Someone screams. The footsteps eventually fade away a little. I sigh, slow long down a little bit, glancing behind me. They were no where in sight. Most likely helping out whoever I had smacked in the face with the tree branch when I let go of it.

The trees slowly thin out as I came closer to an open field.  It was a pretty small field, but it was still pretty. Grass gently blowing in the breeze.  There was a small triangular thing laying in the grass. At first I thought nothing more of it as a rock, stepping over it with ease. But the second I had stepped over it, a loud alarm-like sound goes off, scaring the crap out of me.

"He's over here!" I heard the same voice from earlier yell. My heart pounding in my throat, I turn to run, only to realize there was a huge hole toward the end of the beautiful field where the demons created, killing hundreds of humans.

"Mark!" A guy with green hair drops down from one of the trees. My eyes focus on him while the other three arrive. My heart was now pounding in my chest. "Mark!" He calls again. His accent sounding familiar. Was it Irish? He takes a step forward and I take a step back towards the edge of the hole. "Please tell me you remember me!" He pleads.

"S-stay away from me you freak!" I growl. The guys face turns pale a little. His blue eyes filled with sadness.

"Please," he says again. The others remain silent behind him. "Please tell me you still remember your best friend Mark."

"I don't fucking know who you are creep so leave me alone!" The guy takes another step forward.

"Mark, how could you forget about me? I am your best friend! Don't sit there and tell me you don't know me! Think damn it!"

"I am thinking and nothing is coming to mind!" I growl in response. A strange and faint beeping noise catches my attention.

"Think harder!" He screams. Tears coursing their way down his face. The one with blonde hair behind him shakes his head.

"Give it a rest," he says. "They did something to him so he couldn't remember us, Jack."

Jack? So that's his name?

Jack? I frown, trying to think. Suddenly it was like a light bulb turned on.

"Jack?!" I practically scream. Tears coursing down my face now. "I thought you were dead!" The green haired guy shakes his head, smiling.

"No! I was never dead Mark! You were the one who was taken from us!" I laugh only to be cut off. A small ping! was very faint. But they all heard it as well as I did. Dzere never mentioned that the dog collar wasn't just a tracking device as what felt like multiple needles get shoved into my throat.

"No!" Jack screams as I topple over the edge of the hole, my vision slowly fading. The last thing I saw were wings. Black feathered wings.