My Guardian Angels (Chap One - Another Death)

(My other books have run away from me so here's a new series. But you learn from your mistakes, so I hope you love it!)

I stood up to a loud scream "Mom?" I called. I came downstairs. She wasn't there. "Debby." Debby had been my Mom for a year. The longest out of the 13 year foster system I'd been. She dealt with the crap I did. She dealt with everything I had done. I was pretty bad when I felt like it. Car jacking was something I liked-but I never got caught and I always returned the cars. I slid around some misplaced furniture and then I saw some glass...and then blood...and then I saw her. "NO!!!" I screeched. It was horrible her body laying there...lifeless. I ran and dialed 911. I had the cordless, so I kneeled next to her and my free hand fluttered about her body, hovering an inch from her body, not sure what to do. I was so scared-again and it took all my power not to run out of there abandoning her body...knowing I had forgotten everything except that Debby-my Mother-was dead "Nine-one-one. What's your emergency?" The operator asked and I just cried. I gasped, wiped my nose, and said through clenched teeth, "My...Foster Mom...has been...killed."

"We're on our way." She said in a voice that meant she had to have heard this very often. I finally gave way and got down on my knees. I was sobbing when the cops came and everything else, I was gasping, I couldn't get my teeth unclenched. "Why?" I asked "Why?" I suddenly screamed, teeth still clenched. "Why did this happen to us? Why, her she didn't deserve to be murdered! Why did she have to adopt me?" Suddenly a cop I'd seen before with slick black hair that was wired with gray and mustache that was gray with blotches of black, he had wrinkled, redened by the sun skin, came up to me and said "I've seen 'ya befer'," He winked as if he knew something and was waiting for me to start laughing." You're at a lot of these her' murders. Makes you a suspect-again." He said in his thick country accent.

"Screw off my Mom just died." I said in a voice that quivered enough for him to feel I was afraid but just strong enough to let him know I was pissed off enough to get six months in the slammer for punching a cop. "She wasn't every yer' Ma...legally mayba'...but not biologically." His country accent added to the evil in his voice. I then realized it was Jim Bob....I hated him....I had punched him but gotten off because of my actual sister being kidnapped and found but...let's just say she is still in the hospital for....stuff. "Cop Jim," I spit out like it was the worst curse a "Little Lady" could say. "Now, I remember you -- you're the Jerk I punched in the face-what the hell are you doing here...why are you at every murder that I'm in. I've moved across the country yet you're at every one...maybe you should be a suspect."

"You're in shock, Madaline."
"Duh."
"I am the person who watches over you--like a guardian angel." He said batting his eyelashes.
"Like an Ass." I said after a nice, sarcastic laugh. He just stared at me with the Stink Eye he always gave. It always took mee a while to ware off the shock and recognize my two "Gardian Angels". Missy and Jim Bob. My only two friends and companions--Only Jim was a pain and Missy was a sister. Hated Jim, loved Missy.
He was saying something when I decided to interrupt his hopeless attempt to tell me something by saying "Where's Miss?"

"Over there." He sighed. He enjoyed ticking me off sometimes (because he was sick in some ways) but he knew me well enough to just stop being "The-Pain-In-The-Ass-Cop" and be "Friend" "Look, I'm sorry it's just-"

"I know." I told him. Jim had lost everything-wife and child and home-in a tornado. He smiled, I smiled and I walked over to Missy. "Miss." I sighed and I probably looked worried and frightened and scared...but I felt strong somehow....I felt strong. "I'll be with you in a second Mam." She said still bent over my Ex-Mother. I sighed I had a deep voice but I'm only 15 years old. "Really, Missy." I had long black hair and a light tanned skin....it was about a light caramel...I looked a little older than I was and was a lot taller, if I tried I could pass for seven-teen. "My name is Officer. Malissa please address me as such." She said clearly pissed off. I just kicked the ground and waited for her to turn around. How long can you be bent over a friend's mother's dead body without crying or something? Malissa had medium curly strawberry-blonde hair and she was an average height for a thirty-six year old...maybe slightly shorter, she wasn't slim like me she had a very athletic build. I sometimes felt like I was alone-Missy always fixed that....until the last two murders....she had felt empty...so had I....I was officially alone. "Damn it Missy!" I did it....I actually stomped my foot and pushed my fist to the ground. She flipped around and said "Wow, I didn't think you acted like that anymore...hey, don't look at me like that." I was looking at her like she was a total bitch.....she had been acting like and right now I didn't care. "Like what?" I said with the most bitchy attitude I could deliver-and boy I delivered it. "Now you're talking to me like that!" She looked hurt.

"Well, don't be such a bitch and maybe I'll treat you better."
"I didn't raise you to speak like that."
"You think I'm the murder. You know I wasn't capable of most of these murders and when I was little I couldn't do them so it leaves the last five murders that...I...could...have...."
"...Done?" She looked at me like...like I was just crazy.
"I'm not freaking crazy!" Tears were bubbling in my eyes...I swallowed them back and blinked to keep any more from coming.

"I know that you're not crazy it's just....maybe you need some help....and...if you don't get it....I don't think you'll live to find out." I just stared and took a deep breath, counted to ten and said calmly, and sweetly "If you think I need to help then get me help to cope with death but know this: I am not an insane murderer and if you think I am going to hell and enjoy the vacation." She stared at me. I stared at her. And I blinked and she blinked and then she turned around looked at the body. "OW!!!!" It hurt so much I didn't even realize what the hell it was and then I remembered that clicking sound...I'd heard it four times before: handcuffs "What the hell?" I tried to turn around but just caught a glimpse of Jim Bob before I started getting checked.

"Really Jimmy," He hated being called Jimmy-of course that's why that's what I call him. "I thought you could ignore our differences enough to not handcuff me out of annoyance."
"You're a suspect again you know that." He said in a voice that told me as much as he hated me he didn't want to do this-he was sixty-three and was like an uncle. I was laughing at how stupid this was....it was kinda hysterical. "Well are the cop car seats leather?" I asked joking in the most serious situation as always. I was about to may be put in the death chamber if I was framed...probably was after all this...I've dealt with fifty-two murders and like two-hundred deaths...honestly I was surprised I wasn't already getting gassed right now. I finally let a couple more tears fall.

And then I was set in a uncompfertal cop car staring through a gait that separated me from everything. I smiled a sinister smile and tried to do a very hard thing to do...I'd been practicing so it was better. I stared at the gate for a very, very long time until I heard a faint 'POP' and another one 'POP POP POP' and then my smile grew more and more evil and I didn't want to be cruel so I just let all the thoughts of what I could do leave my mind and 'POP POP POP' and then 'SMWEEK' It was a weird kind of screeching sound but kind of like those pop sounds but also it was like a waterfall....well it kinda sounded like all that mixed in the sound I said. The gate in front of me fell and hit my foot but I had too much adrenaline pumping through my veins I thought about every person who I'd seen die and then - 'CRASH' The divider broke, and every bullet proof window around me.

I got a little cut up and tears poured down my face but only for those who had to deal with death because of someone out there searching for me or trying to torture me. I slid the glass off me and slowly the car came apart-and the cars around it and everything...the last thing to happen was the handcuffs unclick from my wrists. I looked up at everyone and took a couple shaky steps and said "What the hell," Took another shaky step and a deep breath. "Just happened?" And I passed out.