Raziel Sculpt

What he saw knocked the wind from his lungs. The two paper bags hit the ground and tore, the groceries scattering onto the street. He screeched Reyn’s name in horror as he watched a small off-white truck lined with metal turn on its engine. Two men closed the back double-doors onto the unconscious body of a girl. Raziel’s feet moved on their own as he sprinted towards the van. Before he reached it, however, it had taken off. He kept running and running to keep up with it, but it didn’t take long for it to drive into the distance and leave him behind. He kept running regardless, his lungs out of breath and knees shaking. He followed the path of the truck to a highway, running along the road as fast as he could, in vain. Before he knew it, the highway had split and the truck was nowhere in sight.