Wretchedly Divine (Gasping for Air)

I looked around my feet, and found a large piece of metal that was still small enough to throw and would make a moud noise when I threw it against another piece of debris twenty feet from me. I leaned forward slightly, so I could see the two conversing figures. They were about ten feet from me, I wanted them to go to the right and forward, so that was where I threw the piece of metal. It hit it’s target, sending off a large, reverberating thunk.
“Found ya!” The first voice exclaimed, running in the direction I had thrown the metal. The second figure followed hesitantly and I moved back to the left, slowly, as they investigated.
“Come on, I think he’s going this way.” The first figured guided the second, and I sighed mentally in relief as they ran off. I slowly crept to a piece of debris, waiting to make sure they were far enough away that they couldn’t hear me before I started to run. When I lost their foot steps in the night I carefully raised myself up and looking around me, and then I dashed away from the two figures, and farther from the wall. There were about sixty yards worth of debris between me and open space, and I needed to cross all sixty undetected by whoever was roaming the border. Great, just great.
I walked stealthily, and then picked my pace up as I found it necessary, and when I was about half way through I realized what a mistake it was to run.
“Got ya.” A voice said as I came crashing to the earth with a dead weight on top of me.
The person had grabbed me around my legs, and I had come crashing down. Well shit!
“NOOOO!” I screeched, punching the shit out of whoever was holding me, they let go of my arms and grabbed my legs and started kicking.
“Ashley, calm down.” Another male voice said softly.
“Who duh fuck is dis Ash-ley bitch! Whoeva she is I want he’ dead, NOW! Every otha person I’ve fuckin’ run into is ‘Ashley This,” and “Ashley that,” Why don’t you get your dirty cum wipin hands off me and go find your fucking Ash-ley!”
“Stop playing games, I know it’s you. Peroxide and some scissors may’ve fooled the guys earlier, but they aren’t fooling me. Come on now, be a good girl and-“
“I don’t know who you think you fuckin’ are, talkin’ to me like a two year old, but I am not two year old, okay?! I am a grown woman who goes by the name Shelby, and I don’t know where you get Ashley from Shelby. You stoop-ed Mutha fuckas just need to go and take a readin’ class again, okay, because I ain’t no fucking Ashley.” I continued to kick at him, but it was like he didn’t even feel it. I aimed a kick right for his groin and he grabbed my foot, putting it on the ground, I used my released hand to draw my nails across his skin.
“Here we go, holding onto lies.” He shook his head, “Holding onto ties that vanish. Cut the rope and fall into the sky. The Devil is filling your mind with sadness.” He murmured, and I screamed at him, feeling blood from his face drip onto me, but he wouldn’t budge.
I grabbed his windpipe through his neck, and he finally registered that he was in pain as his throat muscle started to spasm and he couldn’t breathe. He fell backwards and spit on him.
“The World’s a gun, and I’ve been aiming all my life.” I told him sin-accent, and he looked at me with anger.
I’ve got something to live for, I know that I won’t surrender. I’m a warrior of youth. I’m taking over, a shot to the new world order.
“I am bulletproof.” I finished out loud. I knew these words like the back of my hand. The Prophet, he’d-
No, don’t think about that, just run. I told myself, and I made my escape. I ran as fast as I could manage and when I dodged my last piece of debris and found freedom I wanted to scream with joy, but I didn’t I kept running, because I’d be doing a lot of running before the night was done.
Here I go, another prison flight, another perfect sky I damaged Now I know Just who created life and why I set my sights to save it
The world's a gun and I've been aiming all my life
I could practically hear The Prophet in my head, but I knew it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. The feeling of being surrounded and engulfed in comfort was only my imagination, but it still felt so good.
His song became my mantra as I continued to run farther and farther from stable life and closer and closer to the unknown, to instability, to possible death, but any place away from F.E.A.R. was a good place.
Got something to live for, I know that I won't surrender
A warrior of youth
I'm taking over, a shot to the new world order
I Am Bulletproof

And as they take their final breath, I have built the truth
I'm taking over a shot to the new world order
I Am Bulletproof

Got something to live for, I know that I won't surrender
A warrior of youth
I'm taking over, a shot to the new world order
I Am Bulletproof

Got something to live for, I know that I won't surrender
A warrior of youth
I'm taking over, a shot to the new world order
I Am Bulletproof

Notes

Another Shorty, sorry, but hey, next chapter is Andy's POV, and in case you didn't catch it, Andy's in her head singing the song to her, isn't that so cute?
*Audience shakes heads*
NO?!
Well, I thought it was cute *goes and pouts in the corner*

Shout out the the commenter that made me stop playing around and get to writing
@fallingdown

Thanks for reading,
- ♥ Ashtin