An angel

Although everything was dark, Harris saw something dark fluid falling on her white dress. The dim glow from the distant streetlights was enough to reveal the stark contrast. Soon, when the girl touched half of her face, her hand got wet by that as well. He immediately knew it was blood.

The girl instantly placed her palm to the side of her head and neck where the blood was coming from. Realizing she was wounded, she didn't waste time. She looked at Aiden with a pause. Because of the darkness, their faces remained hidden from each other. Throwing her phone to Aiden, she said, more like an order, "Take this phone and call your people. I'll take my leave."

"Wait. You—" Aiden began, but the girl didn't stop.

Taking out a small gun from her boot, she threw it towards Aiden, which he caught smoothly. "Take this gun too. Your enemies might come."

Seeing his reaction and the way he held the gun, the girl nodded in approval. Though she had a license to carry guns, the one she gave Aiden was illegal. If Aiden had shown any discomfort, she would have taken it back. However, his reaction was natural, indicating he knew his way around guns, making it safe to leave him with it and the phone.

"You're injured," Aiden finally said.

She nodded. She was indeed injured and felt a little dizzy, but it wasn't the time to show weakness. She dismissed his concern. "I have an appointment. I need to go."

With that, she returned to her car. Aiden wanted to stop her, but he didn't get the chance; she drove away, her taillights disappearing into the night.

"Who was she?" Harris asked, bewildered.

"I don't know," the driver replied.

"How did she even do all this?"

"I don't know."

"What was her car number?" Harris asked again.

"I didn't see it," the driver answered blankly.

"Then what were you even looking at, idiot?" Harris angrily yelled.

"I was just mesmerized by her," the driver replied, still dazed.

Harris nodded, somewhat understanding. He himself had forgotten to memorize the number plate. At first, he wanted to thank the person, but upon seeing her, he forgot what to say. Her slim figure and determined actions had captivated him. All he could do was stare, not wanting to miss a single second.

Taking a deep breath, Harris looked back at their almost-scrapped Bentley and said, "I still can't believe what just happened. What about her car, though? Her Mercedes was totaled too. Isn't that a big loss for her? And she had a gun! Who is she to be carrying a gun like that?"

"Who knows who she is. But our dash cam should have a shot of her license plate," Aiden said.

"Hmm... But i am still so curious about her identity and about this whole situation." Harris questioned again in daze.

"I know about our situation." Driver said and continued. "We were about to die, and suddenly an angel came and saved us by risking her life. Then she disappeared as if nothing happened at all," the driver summarized.

The air was thick with tension and the metallic tang of blood. The eerie silence of the night pressed in on them, only broken by the distant hum of traffic and the occasional chirp of crickets. Aiden felt a mix of gratitude and frustration. Gratitude for being saved and frustration at the mysterious circumstances and their inability to even thank their savior properly.

Aiden stood there, clutching the phone and the gun, his mind racing. He had a million questions but no answers. The weight of the gun in his hand felt strange, a reminder of the surreal encounter. He knew he had to call for help, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the girl—her calm in the face of danger, her swift, decisive actions.

"Let's get out of here," Aiden finally said, breaking the silence. "We need to report this and get you checked out."

As they climbed back into the damaged Bentley, the driver glanced in the rearview mirror, hoping to catch another glimpse of the mysterious girl. But she was long gone, leaving behind only questions and a lingering sense of awe.

As they drove away, Aiden couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again. He was indebted to her and he makes sure to repay it. He got to find out who she was and must show her gratefulness.