So stand in the rain [Sound/Taste]
There was dirt and blood in her mouth, mixed with anger. Her voice echoed, though everything was black. "I'm okay. Where's Angel?"

A voice spoke that sounded as if it never did. It spoke plainly, and she listened to it intently. "She's gone. They took her." The boy's voice said. She felt awful, disappointed, and furious. She swallowed, some of the blood leaving.

"We've got to get her," It was vital the other voice know she was committed to getting 'Angel' back. She gulped more of the nasty taste away. "Check in, guys - are you up for a chase?"

"Yes," A tween's voice said through tears.

"I'm up," This was a different boy's voice than the first, heavy. He was speaking through thick lip.

Hot salty tears appeared in her mouth. She was furious; a burning drive to continue on resided within her.

"There!" The same boy's voice as before said. Her mouth filled with bile.

"Let's go get her!" Her voice cried desperately. Wind rustled through her ears, the sound of wings unfurling and flying. She was aware of the sound, and counted four other pairs, though she'd only heard three voices. She heard the sound of glass smashing and bullets singing through the air. "Angel! We're here! We're coming for you!" She shouted to 'Angel'.

"Up ahead." The quiet voice she listened to said. The sound of a large vehicle crashing over a road caught her ears, and wings rustling on the air. A door burst open. The Quiet Voice cried out in pain. Bile rose in her throat in response.

An explosion rocked her ears and chaotic yelling. Suddenly, helicopter rotors beat the air viciously. She felt the wind pressing against her ears, beating with each pulse of the blades. A thump and a cry as something was tossed against something hard.

She heard self roar in anger. Her ears ached from the massive pressure of the pulsating air. A click of a hatch. A sense of urgency.

A gruff voice spoke to her: "Let me tell you a secret, old pal, old chap. You've got it wrong. We're the good guys!" Tears ran into her mouth, the salt tasting awful against the rising bile.

"Angel..." Her voice said. A bag rustled and as the beating blades fell away, she could hear herself sobbing, tears running into her mouth, creating an awful taste that wouldn't be washed away in one swallow.