August 8th, 2010

Chapter 6

“What was the main purpose behind Mr. Darcey’s actions? Any body? Come on now, you all should know this by now.” Mrs. Rachel ask the class.

No answered. They just looked around the room, as if they were looking for the answer. Really through, the students were anticipating the school bell to ring and signal the arrive of summer. This time, it was more then summer vacation, it was the start of theses seniors lives.

“If you guys don’t answer I can hold you guys in after school.”

With that about ten hand shoot up in the sky.

“He wanted to get in her pants, but could find another way to do it, so he did it that way.” a boy with short dirty blonde shouted out.

“Because he secretly wanted to help her.” a girl in the front row answered.

“Come on kids, lets get more in deep.” The teacher clarified.

“He was looking out for his friend, because he knew that if he married the girl the relationship won’t have lasted. Which would of looked bad on Mr. Darcey’s friend’s part. Also the whole different classes thing was an issue.” A girl in the back row with long, black, wavy hair answered.

“Correct. So you guys owe it to Brittney for your freedom from school.” The teacher responded.

As if on cue the bell rang. As students rushed out the room you can here muttered thank you’s coming from the class as they passed the girl who answered the question which set them free. She grateful accepted them and left room.

Its been four years, no maybe five years since I’ve left London. I remember carrying my friends lifeless body out of the house. The house that once was my safe, enticing haven, which is now a leopard to me. I took my friends body to a meadow where we danced. I laid her under a willow tree, where we’ve laughed at Victoria’s dry sense of humor.

Ever since that night, I swore I would never go back. I was going to forget what I am, and stay away from anything that had anything to do with God. He killed my friend and did who knows what with my other.

Victoria, I haven’t heard or seen her for, well five years. I had no contact with anything, or anyone. I thought for sure I would get tracked by the dark angels, or maybe even Maxine or Michael. I haven’t heard anything, and I expected nothing. Till last night happened.

I was hoping that I would never have to deal with this whole angel business for a long time. I was even hoping I would never hear about it. But last night reminded me of it all. My dream were the exact same as the night before I was taken by the dark angels, or what ever they were. It was the image of a feathery rabbit, because that is what Lilly, and Victoria wanted me to believe. The rabbit danced around the meadow and was smiling n evil grin. Then when it seemed like the rabbit was tired it would stop and turn towards me whispering something. Then, poof! My dream was over.

“Brittney! Hey! Brittney!” Yelled an blonde with long wavy blonde hair from a far. “ Hey! Are you going to the party tonight? Its gonna be bomb! it’s the last high school party of our lives!” she continued.

“Uhhh… Sure I guess, Max’s house right?” I responded.

“Yeah. If you can you should bring some drinks to celebrate with.” And with that she walked away.

I guess theses last few years I’ve been enjoying my 17 year old body. I left London, of course, and moved into United States. I currently reside in San Diego, California. The first two years after I left London I just rented a house in northern Washington, and just stayed inside and watched the continuous rain fall. That’s all I wanted to do, and ....

August 1st 2010

Chapter 5

I assume you, as a reader, are waiting for me to find my friends and return with them to Maxine, and Michael’s humble home. Yet, I’m here to tell you differently. How I wish I could return to them. To thank Michael for his directions, and to be able to learn more about what I am. This is what happen when I approached London.

My mind raced as a mouse’s heart would if caught by a cat. But I, unlike that foolish mouse, was not caught. I was nearing the city. London was in my sights. Its bright lights shone like the stars in the sky. Cars honked their noisy tunes, and the mist crawled in, and I could less about any of it through. My wings ache, and I wondered if they would fall off. Was that possible?

Big Ben struck ten o’clock. At that moment, my adrenaline kicked in, or at least I believed. Some thing wasn’t right. I felt it. My heart kicked into second gear. It felt like a repeat of day before I left. When I was racing with Lilly. I landed on the rooftops, and began to sprint hard. Harder then I have ever before. I sprinted for home. I was anxious for my home.

My feet began to feel numb, from the powerful pounding of my feet. My wings just glided along as I jumped from rooftops. I wanted to get home. Four, three, houses before I would reach home.

There I stood, motionless. Wings outs just hanging off my back. The door, or entrance to the dwelling which I have call home was blocked off. Wood planks crossd the frame. The same practice was done to the windows two. Some of the outside brick were breaking off. Its like the building lost its glow, or ability to hold itself together. No lights shown in from the window. I heard no footsteps, or no voices.

I took several steps forward. My hands began to trace the door frame under the wooden blockades. There was not warmth within it. I was only gone for a few days. Maybe 3 days at most? The door was locked shut. I mustered any energy I had left and kicked it down like the military does.

All at once a musty smell overwhelmed me. The house seem abandon. Maybe they were sent away to some new town. I walk in, the floor boards creaked. It was as if years and years of time hit this place. Something wasn’t right.

I stepped forward and the floor beneath me creaked. Then I heard a noise. It was like rustling of feathers and papers. I quickly searched the first floor. Nothing. Second floor? Nothing. Third floor? Nothing. As I raced up the stairs to the fourth floor I shook with terror.

Something was going on, and it definitely isn’t good. I stop in front of the door going into the fourth floor. Smears of blood scatted the door an wall around it. Feathers peaked from under the door. My heart tremored in an anticipation. I open the door to my nightmare.

Lilly laid sprawled out across the bed. She looked pale, and her veins showed through her skin. Her face was downward in a pile of feathers. The worst part, was she had no wings. Her back looked like it was being clawed at. A disturbing wave came over me, when I realized that the craw marks could be well a human hand. Or something with human hands.

I ran over to her and check to see if she had pulse nothing. I screamed to her through my mind, but nothing. I had no connections with the angel next to me. Tears began to stream down my face, and I felt like I had to do something. I crawled on to the bed next to her. I turn body up facing me.

Her eyes were a black like the ace of spades on a poker card. The looked directly up. Her Body was so cold. It unreal to feel her hand with out it being warm. We take human warmth for granted. I took my shaking hands and closed her eyes. I just held her there, un caring about the fact that her blood would ruin my clothes. I sobbed for hours to me, thinking about all the memories with her. Then, a thought hit me.

Victoria! I searched the room with urgent eyes. Piles of feathers flew around the room while I searched raucously looking for any sign. There was nothing. She was no where. Then a wave of rage, and anger flooded over me. How could Victoria just leave with no sign. Not only leave without and information, but leave Lilly like this. My wings still out pulsated and sent all feathers flying around the room, when, I heard the sound of paper crackling. I stopped turned around, an saw a torn up piece of parchment. The writing was bold and beautiful. My heart stopped. I’ve only seen that writing on rare occasions. I cautiously walked towards it, eye it. The remain feathers that were afloat, rest on the floor as I picked up the parchment.

My friends, I know you have served me well, and have done what I have asked of you. But I must be honest and tell you what your TRUE purpose is. Your Life as you know it will get harder, and life threatening at times, but I ask of you to keep your promises, and help them. One day you will soon be at rest, but this is no time for resting. They have tampered with their salvation and have interrupted my great plans.

I have always heard your prayers, and I have tried to keep you out of this as long as possible, but times a hard. Your not alone in this world.

-Big Guy Upstairs

At least he actually signed it.

5 Years Later

May 22, 2010

“So, where are you going?” I asked after the information was passed to me through our connection.

“It is of none of your concern.”

I was beginning to think that he is nicer around Maxine. The little to no respect, was driving insane. It almost made me like an outsider. An outsider, even through I felt like it was my right. After Michael finished his sentence I got up and briskly walked out of the house. I was disappointed.

I looked up at the sky. It was almost dawn. The stars were starting to shine. They were my map. In my head I had a GPS. With both of those things going for me, I still felt lost. Lost with the fact that I was going to be alone. If what Michael said was true, then there was somebody else at there for me. Me only.

When I would fine my other half? Probably never. I was nothing special. The hope of finding them was low. I wanted to repress the memory. The memory of ever thinking that there was somebody out there for. I need to focus on current task. The task of finding way home to London. I need to erase that thought. Distractions were definitely not needed.

Staring up at that open star studded sky, I also felt small. I was just one person. One person who apart of a group of seventeen hundred. I was not as big as the mountains, or the trees. I was as small as the wolf. Tonight, I have to go home, by finding my way through the vast open night sky. I spread my wings. Smiled, as a tear trailed down my face.

Goodbye.

The crisp cold air wrapped around my wings and body. My usual light feeling was replaced with the an algid feeling. I pushed on. I wanted to stop. I swung my wing harder. In the sky I searched for the stars. I first wanted to find a dark blue, white star., need Apollo. I found it.

“Apollo, where is Alpha?” I asked aloud to interrupt my own thoughts and the empty silence.

To my surprise Apollo twinkled on queue. It flashed twice, then shot to the right, then flew back to it original spot. I flickered my eyes with weariness. Stars are appose to move then move back. I ignore it. Continued on my journey. The visual map in my head, that Mike gave me, then suddenly told me to turn right. Curious.

I soon found Alpha. Not far from Apollo, just to the right. Maybe…

“Alpha, were I is your fellow friend Gatious?” I asked in curiousness.

Like I thought, the star flashed in the direction Gatious was. Remembering the stars might be easier then I thought. They listen to me. They hear my voice and answer my questions. I asked the stars and continued on my way to London. I would be home in no time. As long as I had no detours or distractions.

The night sky was dark. Black wings could easily be camouflaged in the sky. I felt vulnerable, but I continued to push on. My eyes would have to protect me, for now. I continued, praying that the stars would warn me, or that I could hear them before they got close. My hear raced. My senses were sharpen, and I was aware.

Foolish Games Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A smile grew upon my face. This whole angel thing was turning out to be, well, pretty dang amazing. Angels with standing the test of time, from B.C. time period. Most likely before that too. It was astounding, to think that I was one of them. That there is more to my life.
“Pharaohs eh?” I replied.
“Yeah. Well, we’ve been around since the dawn of time. Somewhat. Its another long drawn out story.”
“Oh.”
My smile faded. I was so naive. I have been around since 1867, and I know so very little about my own kind. I wanted to know more, wanted to question him further, but I refrain from it. I looked at the clock, I have to leave soon.
“So should I leave now?” I asked. He nodded.
“Do you have any clue where to go?”
“Umm, No. Not really, but I figure I could just fly east till I find some familiar site. Or something.”
“Ahh. Maybe you can ask for directions from an angel who knows their way around too.” His witty response made me think. I almost felt like a child.
“Alright, how, and where?” I asked in defeat.
“Well you see, you shouldn’t leave till you see the stars. The stars are directional navigations for you to use. If you know each of them by name, or description, it will be easier for you to travel. Got it?”
“Uh, teacher, I have a question?” I asked.
“No sarcasm, or else I would start headed east or west.”
“Sorry, I meant it in the best of wishes.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“Okay my question, how am I appose to remember all the stars? There are what? Ten billion trillion?”
“Point?”
“You’ve had how many years to remember them? Compared to me? Who is a few years young to say the least.”
“Your such a teenager.”
“Thanks. Can you explain?”
“You will remember the stars sooner or later. For now through, I’ll give you the directions. Do you think you can look for stars?”
“I’m not that slow.”
Mike was starting to get on my nerves. In all honesty my question was logical to me. How in the world was I going to remember all the stars, by name and characteristics. I shrugged off the thought. I was going home.
For every star he created, he calls it by it’s name. Michael voice rang in my ears. As he began to show me stars and listed direction in my head. My head began to spin.

Foolish Games

hello! :)

I'm a smalltown girl who has found fun in writing about angels. This is my story about them, and I'm still writing. I want to know what others think about it, before i try to publish. This is an original writing piece. so please no plagiarism or anything else similar. This is copyrighted.

take note: some of the writing is appose to be italic, but it didn't come across correctly.

Chapter 1

Should I feel fright and terror as the mist flows through my hair? My legs spring to life and I look ahead to see the engraved wings upon a bare, showing back. To anyone her back looks like an easel to a tattoo artist. But I know her story. The art work goes down to the edge of her night painted black pants. Her shirt is ripped in places showing the master piece. I want to trace the painting but I know I won’t.

I notice the distant grow between us. My sprints are faster now and I feel the urge along my back side. I hold it back. My long hair is flying already in the wind and my pale lengthy body starts to feel lighter. But nothing further happens. I won’t allow it to.

The streets of London are glowing from the previous rain. I feel the moisture and my nose enjoys the rich aroma. As I look ahead again past the winged art I see our destination. The house that is quiet. The one that holds no threats of danger. Where we can be ourselves with out troubles. A few more houses to cross. I hear the sigh and relief as I realize I’m not the only one who can not wait for freedom.

I turn to see her face. Her red hair drapes down her body to her hips as she stands still. Her lengthy body is covered in a white tank and black skinny legged jeans. Her wardrobe is similar to mine. Her eyes are bright and dance with energy. In her hands she holds stilettos. She smiles and I hear sweet promises of home in my ear.

I turn to face the direction only to see more houses. My artist painting friend has disappeared in front of me. She has already reached the sweet arms of home. As I start to sprint again. Hearing only a slight foot step, I’m being careless.

Without warning I hear a whoosh noise. Cheater I think. I look ahead and the red head girl is ahead of me. She can’t have all the fun. The urge is back now and body feels lighter. I smile as I feel the change. I’m soon next to the red racer. I feel the power in her, but I feel her mistakes too. I easily overcome her.

My feather wings graceful close in around my body and which make me seem like bullet. I over shoot the house and then stop and turn around. It feels so good to stretch my wings. Its as if they been held back for too long. I sit there, well rather hover there with an achieving smile to my face. My fellow winged friend glides up beside me. Her wide eyes glow with joy, but behind there was a hint. A hint of pain.

We gently flowed to the ground. My wings fell back in to my skin. I am an angel, well a martyr angel, with feather wings named Brittney. Britt for short. My hair is black and long to my hips like the both of my fellow friends. My eyes are as green as the fields of Ireland. At age 17 I died in Hospitable holding my mother’s and father’s hand. I died of an aneurism. What happened to me? I was saved by some great force, and now I save others, along with Victoria.

Victoria, died at age 21 shot to the heart. She is the artwork. Her hair is deep dark brown and reflects her eyes . Both of Victoria’s parents were dead, and the only family she had was her uncle who couldn’t bother to show up at her funeral. Victoria is the one who found Lilly and me. We were just wondering the streets clueless about who we are.

Lilly was terrified. She died in a tragic accident at age 18, and I found her first. She is my red headed friend. Her eyes are brighter then both Victoria and mine combined. They challenge even the bluest skies sometimes. Both of us were chosen by some great power to be who we are, is it a curse? Or a blessing?

None of us know how we are picked to be martyr angel. Its not something that someone should aspire to be. What do we do? We save/help people, or at least that is what we believe . That job that seems impossible to get, the house payment that you can’t reach, the annoying boss who just wont understand. We will take it all. That is are purpose. We travel to wherever people need us. But lets get one thing straight, we are not guardian angels.

You do not pray to us, we are there. We look like normal humans. Our lingo is the same as the current time. Our wings are to allow us to travel, because we technically do not exist. Nobody questions us because we do not make ourselves noticeable. We sneak in help and then leave. How do we know where to travel to? We have no clue. Things just work out for us.

To present time, we hide out in the home that I currently will walk through in ten seconds. I glide into the room. My eyes dance from the reflecting light within the house. Victoria walks through the room quiet enough a regular person could not here. But to me and Lilly its loud and ungraceful. Lilly frowns at this and follows her around the room also banging her feet loudly. Victoria just continues to walk along ignoring her. I chuckle and walk up to my room.

My room is on the second story floor of this house. Third floor Victoria, fourth floor Lilly. Our house is decorated in elaborate colors and is very clean. If we leave a mess out, be prepared for a raging mad Lilly. She must have OCD. I don’t mind, as long as you keep her happy. Lilly is stable when everything is perfectly taken care of properly. Last time I accidentally left my slippers in the living room, I think I had to apologize once for every star in the sky. Lilly wouldn’t let me live it down. Now I make sure my slippers are neatly hidden from her.

My room is a room that is temporary. My guitar hides in the corner next my book shelf. The wall a splattered with blacks yellows and dark purples and blues. The floor is a dark cherry wood. My room is lit up by the extravagant lights that resembles chandeliers. The theme of my room? Depth and mystery of the world. Paintings hang around my room. One wall is covered in posters and flyers. This is my escape.

I crawl on my couch. I lay facing the ceiling and I stare up at the shadows the light creates. The shadows had no choice, they were there because somebody turned on the light. What if they didn’t want to be there. Relating to the shadows is low way to think. I didn’t chose to be this. Somebody turned on the light.

A knock came to my door. Victoria flows into my room.

“Well, come on in.” I say with a hint of annoyance.

“Lilly and me were talking and I think were going to move ahead with the plan. Are you in?” Victoria was serious, this is our purpose. She sat down on the ground with her legs crossed.

“He’s been cheating on his wife! We can’t possibly help him out. There is a reason for his actions. Now he has to live with them.” Harsh venom was pushing through with those words.

Our current assignment is a twenty-four year old man who has currently cheated on his newlywed wife. Just two weeks after the honeymoon. I think of the last time I saw him, he was terrified to go home. Every time he was around his wife he looked upset, or troubled. Guilt. How were we going to fix it. Be-friend the wife. Be-friend the husband, make them feel comfortable enough to talk to each other. Mess with the wife’s mind a little. Then bam! The husband has no worries. He made his bed, shouldn’t he have to lay in it?

“with or without you, we’re doing it. You know it’s the right thing. We’re leaving at five in the morning, your task is to run in to the man.” Victoria voice was stern, I had to obey.

“Vick… Where?” Defeat, isn’t what I love.

The plans are set in motion. This will only take a day it seems like. I feel that it’s the right thing. I sit peaceful in the living room now writing in my journal. My travels have been recorded within the books lining the third shelf. I see the tears on the cover and spines. Each book has a different color and the year I wrote them printed on the back. It starts from 1867 to present year 2009. Did I forget to mention that we never age? God must really like us, he doesn’t let us age.

God , huh funny to mention him. Vick believes it is him that sends us our letters, sets up the world so we can stand up and fight in it. To help fix the wrong. Yes, we get letters. They come often delivered by an owl, and they are old parchment with calligraphy of gold letters scribbled upon them. The parchment holds notes and stories, often let us know what is our next task. We complete theses tasks with the hope of resting. Vick, has taken up the role of the leader in the group, Lilly the optimistic, and me the logically one, I guess. But is it really God?

Do you have to believe in him to be me? No, you just look up, or respect to the person who gave you the chance to make a difference. I believed in him in my previous life, but I wasn’t religious. Its just a way of thought, and it should be forced upon a person.

“Vick is letting us have some fun before we head into town. You want to come?” Lilly interrupted my train of thought. Of course I want to have fun. But I’ll be questioned.

“I won't bug you about your opinions.” Lilly answered

“Can you not read my thoughts? Can’t we talk aloud here?” I replied. Yes, we can read each others thoughts. We all usually talk through are mind, except sometimes its gets annoying. Like this moment. Why can’t we talk normally? Well actually if you think about it, this is are normal. Going back and forth between aloud, and silence.

Lilly’s mind talked back to. There goes that thought. Why can you just enjoy the quiet way of communication? Its not so bad. Nobody is around. We were given this gift, we should be able to enjoy. Live life freely. Oh, Vick is coming.

Why are you scared of Vick’s opinions about us talking like this? I thought you enjoyed this. Fine I’ll go. Only because I want to stretch my wings. I reply quickly and glided over Vick.

“When are we going to field?” Childish yes very. I wanted to know. It was almost as annoying to Vick as asking your parents “Are we there yet?”

Whenever you guys decide to leave. Our we sensitive today Britt? Vick’s voice came in clear.

“Go figure.” that’s all I said.

The field is lush and green. Its surrounded by mountain ranges, and of course far from civilization. The field is big enough that we can run, dance, fly, and play without running into each other. Even if the weather is a nightmare, it is still beautiful here in the field of pleasure to us. It whispers our dreams to us. The field is filled with bliss and wild moments to us three. Again like our home, the field is the only place we feel free and protected.

As I open my eyes as we arrive at the meadow I feel the urging sensation along my back side. I removed my jacket and placed it down in the truck bed. I then let go of my worries, and I feel my wings embracing my back. I look to my left and I see Victoria Her brown eyes were now black, and she became taller too. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her wings are bright white against the rays of sunlight. She truly looks like an angel. To my right another angel is beside me. Her eyes are also black now, but her hasn’t changed. Lilly through is still as tall as Vick through. I know what I look like. My layered black hair cascades down to my hip bones and my eyes changed to match them. I grew a little bit taller too.

Lilly has already jumped in the air and started to dance in spins. She does waltz and other elaborate dances and tricks. She smiles and swoops down towards the ground landing lightly on a rock in the field. She then lays on her wings and begins to sing joyful tunes. I listen while I begin to run.

I run across the field towards Lilly’s rock in the center. I hear her thoughts. They’re racing with pleads for me not to continue what I will begin to do. I’ve done this to her many times. I slowly approach her. My run has turned into a sprint. I lightly jumped a few feet to barely scarp the top of the rock making Lilly catch her breath. My wings grabbed the wind. I began to fly around above Lilly. My altitude was climbing.

The wind was push me to the side, but I fought back. I stayed in my spiral. I look briefly down to see Lilly face of anger. I chuckled. Lilly pushed off the rock and raced towards me. Something catch the corner of my eye. I freeze and then Lilly pushes me over. She stops and stares in the direction I am. We watch as blur rustle around among the trees. Then out of the thin air a bullet is shot in between us. A laughing bullet.

Victoria’s laughter urges me and Lilly to quickly come up with a truce. Vick won’t even have a chance. Both Lilly and I race towards her coming up on both her sides. We edge in closer to the victim. Victoria laughs in are minds. We simple keep are focus. Lilly smiles slightly, and nudges Vick. Her focus is on Lilly now giving me time to swoop in front of her forcing her to collide into me.

Victoria’s Fail almost made her mad at first, but its slowly eased away as Lilly and mine smiles couldn’t be controlled. We satin are collision mess and laughed are hearts out. Soon we saw the sunset, and I knew we would have to pack up and leave. We never stay till eight at night at the meadow. I always thought it as normal, but today it just seems odd.

We spend the rest of the time making patterns in the sky. Playing with the little birds, or owls. Some wolves came out and danced with Lilly for while singing their songs. I counted the stars in the sky, I noted to myself that there were ten new stars. Victoria circled around the meadow, then laid in the grass. Soon it began to get closer to eight o’clock, and Vick started collecting us. Promising us fresh baked food, and drinks that will make are hearts fly. She of course was talking about taking us to the local café/pub. We left with out a fuss. Leaving are meadow of pleasure behind.

As we drove away in the truck, I turned around to see the field and saw a glimpse of something that made my own heart skip a beat. The meadow that was bare and had no life when we were gone, had something alive in it. Maybe not alive but I saw something move.

As we reached our small quarter home I felt disturbed. The whole way home I was attempting to convince them that I really did see something. I kept replaying the image in my head. They told me that it was problem just a rabbit or something. But it couldn’t just be that. Unless a rabbit has black feathers.

My nights sleep was restless. An of course when I did reach the arms of sleep and dreams, I was confronted with vigorous nightmares. They question my existence, my beliefs, and who created me. Was it my destiny to become who I am? Is this really what I am oppose to what I am? Am I even human? Theses questions came with images. Images of my death, when I ran into Lilly and Victoria. Then they would always come back to the previous event in the meadow. Theses images were sharper then most, they also would lead to the thing that I saw.

At one point in the night Lilly woke up from my dreams and asked me questions about them. Could even here the from always from the top. Even in our dreams we hear each others dreams, but usually our dreams are memorizing and acquisitive. Victoria actually came into my room to. She tried singing to me too.

Our voices are almost hypnotizing. They calm and soothe the body ad mind. They make people focus on opening their minds to the possibilities or let go of the worries for a bit. Our voices have the same affect on us, but its less severe. But even with Victoria’s magical voice I could find peace.

By morning the three of us were all exhausted. I felt bad and told them they could go back to bed, and I’ll take care of the target alone. But their thought thundered through mine saying they couldn’t entirely trust me. By four o’clock we were dressed in coats. Of course our outfits were in style, because of Victoria’s desire in her first life as a fashion designer. She made sure our clothes were perfect, and fitted correctly. Again like Lilly, I don’t mind as long as you don’t try to mess things up. Both of them have there own little pet peeves and passions, so I just let them.

We walked down to the shuttle. The bus that I need to get on wont be arriving till five, giving us a little more then a half an hour. Since we had time to spend, the café across the street invited us in. Sitting at the table awaiting for our orders to come. Lilly still fidgeted with her hair in attempt to make the loose bun looser. Victoria’s eyes gazed around the café taking in every little detail, even through she already knew everything within the place.

“Sorry about last night. I swear it won’t happen again.” my voice broke through the café music.

“It’s cool. It happens.” Lilly was still focused on fixing her bun, but her words were still insincere.

“Britt, don’t question about what you think you saw in the meadow. If its bugging you that much, its unhealthy.” Vick was tired and seemed more cranky then normal.

“I know what I saw, it was a set of black wings.” why won’t they believe me?

Our food came and we ate and they then rushed me out to the bus stop. My target, Johnson McHale was where a brown suit with a coffee in his hand. He seemed rather calm and asleep still. So I pushed my way towards the man through the crowd. I shoved through at least ten people before I reached him. Then I made my move. With out warning I pushed through the last person to knock into Johnson. Causing his coffee to splatter over his suit.

“I’m so sorry! I was in a rush to get away from that man over there. You see he’s an old companion…” I say this pointing to a random man in the crowd. But before I could finish my story he interupts me.

“You know what? No problem. I mean its just a suit. Johnson, but John for short.” his hand is held out to me. I shake it.

“My name is Brittney.”

“That nice to know. Are you taking the bus?”

“Yes, actually. I’m taking it to meet my finance’s mother.”

“Oh really? How long have you guys been engaged? I recently got married four months ago. My in-laws’ are a nightmare. How are yours?”

The conversation flowed like this. When we got on the bus, I told myself and the others, that I would progress the questions to his wife and her love for her. Probably will get his mind thinking about telling his wife later.

The others, Lilly and Vick were already off to the wife’s work. A studio west of Big Ben. The wife, Jamie McHale, searches for talent on the local streets. Talking to the wife had proven to be much easier then they thought it would be. She was open minded and was interested in hearing them sing. Lilly feed me the information. Victoria was to focus at the task at hand to even notice my own status.

John and I board the bus taking seats next each other. I start bugging him with questions about his wife. He described her like an angel. He even was gracious to her defaults, but when he listed the defaults in her, they were barely insults. He worshiped the ground she walked on. But was it because he felt guilty? At one point on the ride he broke down into tears. Success! This is the breaking point.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, faking being concerned, but to his eyes it looked real. I knew the answer.

“My friend, I have cheated on my beloved. I cheated on her the second week of marriage. I am so weak. She doesn’t know anything about it, because I could stand the thought of her leaving. But it has been eating me alive. I have been praying on my knees for the last few months waiting for God to help me. But today when I was knocked over by you, and we started talking about you love, and mine, I felt as if you’re my angel from God letting me know I did do something wrong, but its okay.” His long monologue was unsuspected.

“You need to tell your wife. A relationship with guilt, isn’t going to grow. Your wife sounds like an angel, she will understand. I know she will. Skip work today, buy her flowers, and rush over to her work. Say your sorry. Let her know your feelings her. She’ll have to forgive you. If not keep trying.”

He accepted my advice and got off the bus at the next exit. Lilly and Victoria were stalling and wait for Johnson arrival to start singing, to give the couple a calm feeling.

I got off at the stop after John got off. I briskly walked into a alleyway. I watched my footing, trying not to splash water onto my boot as I turned down the alleyway. I looked up when I heard a heart beating. The hearts beat was rushing millions of beats per minute. I looked up to see a man against the wall. He was obviously shaking. He kept his hood over his head and hand in his pockets, probably twitching them. As I walked closer his heart raced more. I stopped at one point questioning to continue or not. I continued

His voice was shaking and raced along with his pulse, I had to ask him to repeat his words when I saw him pull out a gun from his pocket. My heart stopped.

“Give your money, pp-please!” The gun still pointed at my face.

“What is your name?” My voice was not as scared sounding as I was. I had no knowing of what to do if I got shot. Would I die? Or would I not feel anything?

“Hh-hey I’m asking the qq-questions here. Where is the mm-money?”

“You really don’t want to shoot me. You look like an John. Why are you doing this?”

I sent flares off in my mind asking Lilly and Victoria what to do. Trying to get their attention. They won’t reply, only telling me to wait a bit they’re singing. I had no cash on me, but he won’t believe me if I told him.

“I, I, I need the money to help my farher, what’s to you? Just hand my your money now. Come on. Your right I don’t want to do this but I will to help.” As he explained his reasoning I finally saw his face.

He is about my age but maybe a little younger. His hair a cropped obviously done by himself. His jeans were smudged with mud, and his shirt was dark blue, no jacket. It was about twenty-three degrees out. Not cold to me, because I can withstand any temperature.

“Here, take me to your father.” My voice was demanding. I felt an urge along my backside warning me of danger. I would have normally ran, but I felt another urge. This urge was begging me to stay.

“No! just give me the money!” his voice was stronger, and he loaded the pistol. Now my heart beat was racing more then ever. My urging sensation along my back side burned now. I couldn’t stand it any long. I wanted to change but I remained still. My last plead was to come next.

“I don’t have any money on me. Austin, right, why shoot me? Where will that get you? I can help in other ways.”

“No, you can’t, I need the money or else. Liar!”

Time slowed down. I felt the urging sensation burn more extreme then ever. I let go, feeling my body become lighter. But I also heard the shot ring out. I felt the impact. I was knocked out. I tried to communicate with Lilly and Victoria, but it was as if I never had the gift. For once in my life I felt scared. I wasn’t scared when I died. But now knowing I was alone, I was terrified. The last thing I remember was my wings folding around my body.

Chapter 2

Waking was the hardest part. My eyes hurt. My wings ached and my body felt limp. When I finally talked myself into opening my eyes, I started recover my hearing. My eyes twitched as I struggled to fully open them. The surroundings seemed familiar in a way, yet they seemed strange and unusual. My eyes then locked on to the person in front of me. The boy. The one who shot me. His eyes were blue, and I noticed he was shirtless. The girl next to him I guessed to be his sister. They shared the same nose and chin.

“She’s up now Isabelle.” He said to the girl who was looking at something else.

I then recognized the place. I was in the meadow. Not only was I there, it was night out. At least midnight. And the moon lit up the field.

Isabelle’s eyes then darted to mine. They were black . Her height matched Lilly’s. The most shocking thing I notice was that she had wings, but they were black as the nights sky. They’re were fearful and harsh looking. Mine looked like moon against the black sky in comparison. I jumped to my feet and flew straight up for the sky. I was headed for the clouds.

I wasn’t waiting again, because last time I did I ended up being shot. Which hasn’t affected me. Strange. Another chilling thing was that I heard a shriek of laughter that must of came from a girl. I strained myself to get away from them. When I hit the fluffy comforts of the cloud my clothes were soaked. I hide among the clouds as I began to feel my black winged friend was coming. I attempted to contact my friends. But that only made me feel more alone. Because I only heard the laughter of the girl in my head. I closed my eyes as tears began to fall down my cheeks. If there was a god, he must have looked away from me.

I heard the rush of wings. My heart stopped, I mean I completely stopped it allowing me to listen, and stay hidden. I then opened my eyes to see the boy who fooled me gravitating right towards me. I dived down towards the rock in in the middle. I then made a sharp turn avoiding crashing. I was headed home. Then the girl was upon me and she dragged me to the ground. My knees scraped against the ground causing them to rip. Vick will kill me for this. Not only have I lost my jacket I ripped the jeans.

My shoulders were red from my blood. I felt the blood dripping down my shoulders. I laid still and closed my eyes again. This is all a bad dream I told myself. I’ll wake up to the comforts of Lilly’s voice. But no. I only hear the voice of the girl, but now I hear another voice belonging to the boy.

Ha-ha that fool. Lets just keep playing games with her. This is fun. Ha-ha! The girls voice was her pitched and gave me the chills.

Isabelle, you’ve tortured her enough. She already turned off her heart. She’s been shot to. Lets just leave her be. When she wakes up again we won’t torture her by chasing her. She can’t escape. His voice was a sweet and sincere, but I was not going to give him brownie points for talking sweet. I wonder.

Help, I’m being tortured by some devilish fairies. Lilly? Victoria? I tried to contact them again.

Ahh! Britt, don’t worried Isabelle Is here! Ha-Ha! Her voice mocked mine.

Britt? Can you please get up and come over here. I need to examine your wounds. Are you okay? Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you. His voice promised me help. I got up and walked over. My wings ached as I flew over.

I became face to face with my terror, and my torturers. The girl had dark red brown curly hair. Her eyes were dark with almost a hint of red. She looked almost crazy. She giggle a creepy giggle as I approached. The boy was standing there shirtless. But unlike his sister he had a calming caring face now. Different from the boy in the alleyway. Now he looked older to. Again unlike his sister, he had white wings like me.

I want answers. Who are you? Why am I here? Why can’t I hear my friends? Why can I hear you guys? And what?! I shouted through my thoughts.

Sensitive much? The snide voice of the girl crossed through my mind. I turned and glared at her.

I ignored her. I wanted answers. They wanted something greatly different.

We just came with an warning. Something to pass along to yours. The boy’s voice broke the five second silence.

Well? I prompted.

“Our king is still alive, and you have not won.” Isabelle’s voice was strangely louder now.

I turned to look at her and she was by my side. Her smile horrified me. I turned to look at “John” in confused. His face was blank. But before I knew it I heard a trigger.

My heads snapped to face the horrifying Isabelle. My heart no long raced because I knew I would survive this. I faced this time with confidence. She had no mercy. She prompted me now with the gun. I turned to face the man. For a split second I saw sorrow in his face, but it quickly changed when I stared back.

“Any thing you want to say in return?” he asked.

“How am I suppose to know what to say. I simply am a girl who has wings. Someone you decided to take away from there home. Just shoot me already.”

As if on queue my request was answer. I felt no pain, because I knew what would happen. Would wake up in a different location, or they would find mercy on me and send me back London. I know what the black rabbit with wings looks like. For the first time today, I’m glad I was the only one who saw it.

Chapter 3

If they both had black wings I would of assume something different all together. His wings though made me believe otherwise. My endless questions continued to pour through my mind, along with memories of Victoria, and Lilly. Why did they torture me? Why take me away from where I know and love? What was with the vague message, “My king if still alive, and your hasn’t won.” To many questions, to little the amount of answers.

I felt my blood freeze in the wind. I could care less for my body temperature has never affected me ever since I died. The fact is, I’m just a girl with wings, that died and somehow survived a torturous experience with to others just like me. I had friends that no were to be found. If there was a God out there, he was preoccupied by something else. Tears continuously stung my closed eyes. I wanted to stay in my curled position on the ground.

I could feel I was alone. No one was in my head. I didn’t even bother to look around. I was abandoned, and for once I was afraid. When I died, I knew I was going to, and thus I had no fears. When I woke the day after I died I was in a similar position except I was in a hotel room with fancy service, and note with a vague explanation of what was happening. Even in that experience I was never as terrified as I am now. The snow flakes persisted on touching the snow covered ground around me.

I went to stand but I stopped for a moment on my knees. I prayed a swift pray to someone in hopes of being heard. My wings were hidden once again. My scars and bruises still shone. I wonder how long it will take to heal them. My surrounding were completely different.

Pine trees that were blanketed with snow stood hand and hand with each other. They stretched to far mountain and beyond. Small animal tracks were made to my right. Birds nestled with their love ones. There I stood alone. The urging sensation was at my back side once more. It was the same feeling I felt in alleyway.

I was immediately terrified and in a strange way relieved. Terrified that they might still be around, relieved I wasn’t a alone. I heard a swift rush of snow and wind to my left. With that I changed. I quietly flew to a nearby pine. I perched myself on a high branched covered by other. I was hidden to the human eye. I hoped that I was only hiding from a human. I stayed still barely breathing. I covered my mouth to hide the slight noise coming from my mouth.

My eye must have deceived me, because I would never suspect to see anymore, swore to myself. There braving to be seen was a girl who had blonde pixie like hair. Her eyes? Black. All I saw was her eyes, and I immediately guessed she had wings. I watched her movements. She was obviously no good at being quiet. I didn’t move or go any nearer to her. I contained myself from walking towards her, because something was urging me to walk closer. At one point I almost fell over, but I quickly grabbed the tree. Yet I managed to refrain myself from those actions.

When I saw what she was, I was astonished. The glimpse of her back surprised me. I saw a bright pair of wings that almost blended into the snowy earth. They were white. I wanted to trust her. She didn’t look dangerous, but my judgment before was wrong. Yet now I was aware that there are other like me and my gang. I prepared myself for my attack, if necessary. I swooped down right in front of the person.

“Who are you?” I asked stern.

I must look crazy. I stood there in front of her with blood stained whit shirt and torn jean air in a mess. I could picture any normal person running or freaking out. But she stood facing me stunned almost. Her outfit was similar to mine just lighter clothing. A bare back shirt and jeans. She had a playful eye that were black. Her pixie cut hair added a playful look also along with her eyes. But now the playfulness vanished, and was replaced with a stunned face. Which of course, was corrected immediately with a serious, nervous face.

“My name isn’t as important as yours.” her cunning return surprised me almost.

“Br- Bethany. Yours?”

“The truth, now?” she replied.

“What is your name?” adding venom to my words like I have done to Victoria so many times.

“ Maxine Cook. Now, you look like you’ve been in some trouble. Want a hand?” Her eyes changed from serious to playful, and inviting. I felt as it I knew her forever. I trusted her. I trusted a stranger.

“Brittney Doyle. Yes please.” I held out my hand and she took it and pulled me in for a hug. She trusted me too.

She turned and started to walk away. I was startled by this action then I heard her voice. Maxine’s voice was frisky like a bird singing a new tune.

Come on now, follow me. she chuckled a little.

With an answer I followed willingly. She walked forward and continued with ease. Her steps were light and bouncy. They almost reminded me of Lilly’s steps, or skips. On her feet she had a black knee high stocking boots. As we continued through the forest I noticed other things.

My senses were sharp and they picked up every little detail. Watching out for an ambush or some object, or someone to pop out at me and scare the living day lights out of me. I guess I took advantage of my awareness and took in the nature.

A hawk above us called out to others. Rabbits raced away as soon as they caught sight of us. Deer hidden among the trees gaze on the bark covered trees. A nest of birds hugged the safe arms of the trees. All the buzz was beautiful, and our foot steps were silent. Even the snow barely crunched under are boots.

The white path flowed and then there was a ice covered river was enfolded out in are path. Maxine stopped and sighed. Her faced brighten and she stood with hands on her fists.

Almost there. She whispered.

I wanted to ask questions and inquire more, but I did have the energy. I didn’t want to upset her. All I wanted was to be safe away from Isabelle and her follower.

I am a blind sheep looking for water, food, ad shelter, and Maxine is the only Sheppard in my sight. Then she laugh aloud and took off at a sprint across little bit of land towards the frozen river. Her wings unfolded and saved her as she jumped high into the blizzard sky.

Come on. She beckoned me.

I followed her action and was in the air with her. She speed up and I speed up. We now flew side by side. She even matched my speed. When I speed up she speed up. When she finally stopped I was stunned. We were flying having jolts of speed, but then suddenly she just fell. Maxine’s body went limp and fell towards the white tundra. Shocked I chased after her flying in furry. I was determined to save her, she was my leader.

Her eyes were closed and her face was serene. She was a beautiful falling angel. I was screaming in my mind telling her wake up. She was getting closer to ground now tree tops were nearing. She was falling to fast for me. Then my screams were answered.

(giggles) Michael. Maxine faintly announced.

An another winged friend came out and swooped her up. She then grasped her rescuer and wrapped her arms around their neck. The playful look in her eyes were back and her wings were gone. I followed them, till we hit the ground. Maxine then touched her feet on the ground. Her rescuer finally turned towards me.

Hello, I’m Michael. Maxi did tell me she had a new friend till a few moments ago, so the bedroom is supplied yet. His voice was rough and low. His wings were white, and his skin was bronze. He look like he was a native here and the forest with his long shaggy black hair too. I couldn’t help but notice, because like “John” he was shirtless.

Oh… Okay. Who are you people? Sorry. I should be thankful. Is this your house? I asked breathlessly.

“It’s okay. In good time we’ll explain. Yes. This is our house.” Maxine replied aloud.

“Okay. It’s beautiful.” I said as I took in the site.

The house was a small log cabin. The snow wasn’t even close to the house, I guessed Michael kept that took care of. There isn’t much to describe. The cabin was simple not showy at all. There was a small road leading from the house to town I guessed. The pine trees again surrounded hand in hand. You could see more mountain tips.

“Oh, Mike, this is Brittney. Britt for short. I know she doesn’t look good, but I swear I didn’t do any harm. Personally I think she’s new at theses thing you know I mean.” she said pointing to her inscribed wing pattern on her back. She then smiled and waltzed off. I couldn’t help but shrug and smile. I stood there facing Michael. He was taller then me, and definitely a strong guy.

“What are we exactly?” I asked.

“ Save questions for later. If I give the answers you’ll faint from exhaustion.” He calmly said in reply. He then showed me to the guest room.

Going through the house the theme was the same. Artistic, earthly tone colors. If a wall was not painted it was because it was wood. Pictures of the two of them lined the hallways. I couldn’t help but notice the older black and white pictures, and painting. Those made guess they have been around for awhile. The flooring was wood, but inside the living room and other bed rooms were a shaggy tan carpet. The Environment was relaxing and calm. So serene that I instantly became more exhausted. My energy was fading, and I finally felt safe.

“I’ll have Max come in and look at your wounds. Do you know who did this to you?” he asked.

“Isabelle. Her brother I believe too.” I spoke as I collapsed onto the bed.

Rest. Michael replied and left.

I pasted out onto bed. The soft fluffy blanket made and tension disappear. My dreams were haunting. They were of Victoria and Lilly, who were frantic. They were searching for something in a house. Both of there eyes red and swollen. Lilly was on her knees rummaging through a pile of envelopes. Victoria then stood up, and turned fully towards me. Her face was weak looking. Deep regret line her face. She then turned enough so I could see her engraved wings. I was horrified.

They were outline in a red rash. They looked as if they have been crying for years non-stop. I now noticed Lilly’s. They were pulsing red too. My own back ache with pain from just noticing their soreness. Both Lilly and Victoria cried again now, and whispered pleads to someone. I screamed. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to wake up.

Then, Victoria and Lilly changed into their wings. Their wings were unhealthy. Feather were falling off. Their glowing white color was replaced with dull gray tones. Both of them had tear streaked faces, and the wings were horrifying. I didn’t understand it.

I woke up to my voice yelling. I haven’t yelled in years. My voice had pain within it. I searched the room. I then woke and notice my cuts have been treated. I hugged myself gripping my stomach. A feeling of heart break overwhelmed me. it’s the feeling of being lost, not knowing, or understanding. I continued to cling to my body. I was prepared to cry. My tears tasted of salt as they raced down my face.

Victoria, Lilly, I will help you. I told myself.

I then lumbered through the house never moving my arms. It was dark out. Probably two in the morning. I found the kitchen and looked out the window above the sink. It was snowing. It was beautiful.

“What are you doing up?” Maxine’s voice was aloud. It scared me. I didn’t hear her coming.

“My friends are in trouble. This isn’t right.” I responded

“Let me see.” She answered

I showed her my dream, or nightmare. I was terrified. My heart ached again as I re-lived it. Her expressions were soft. She was relaxed and curious as the dream finished. Michael then appeared swiftly by her side. We then walked over to the living room couches. They sat together, and I sat alone across from them. Maxine replayed the video for Michael. I flinched as I re-watched it over, and over again.

“I need to find them. Save them from ever is hurting them.” I announced

“How long have you’ve known them?” Michael asked. He seemed to overlook my statement.

“Lilly and I meet in 1867. I meet Victoria in 1871. Ineedd to help them.”

“Your connection with them isn’t strong. Huh?” Maxine asked

“Connection? I just need to help them.”

“Oh my, she is completely new to this! Just show her the whole story Mike. No questions!” Maxine’s annoyance made me skeptical. A little.

All right. Please hold your questions. Michael began. This is a long story. We, Maxi, and I, meet in 1642, when Columbus was around. It was the Victorian time period, and she was a young lady at a finishing school. She was had an Heart attack from being unable to breath through her gown set up. At least that is what we believe. She was saved by God. He brought her to me in the Fall of 1643. I was chosen by her to be an angel.

You see “The man up stairs“, sends us letters by owl. I know you get them too. That is how he stays in contact with her. None of us will ever see him. He chooses souls, or people like us, because we have a strong spirit. We will stand up for good, and would die for it. Even through none of us have died because of it, usually. Yes there are others like us too.

There is actually I believe seventeen hundred of us. Not a lot in the world, but God wants some of his children to come home, and some are weak from the their exhausting lives. So he only picks a few. Whenever one of us is created, or called upon, he makes us a partner. Are partner is a significant other. Somebody who we spend are time together with. So we have company, because its often rare to fine a group of angels together like you.

Since there is only so many of us, we must be spread thin. Maxine, and me go together, no matter what. Fate does not mess with that. In your case, fate is finally calling upon you. Your being separated. That is why you were brought here.

If you did not pick your partner, that means they picked you. Same with your friends. When you meet your partner, you’ll constantly have a connection with them and you and your partner will be bonded for life. It’s a confusing process that I don’t even fully understand. So I can only tell you all that I know.

Your friends connection is not strong enough for you to communicate with them from here. You came from London? Yes. So that is miles away from Alaska. Max and I can communicate from where ever we are. Your dreams? Well there is an explanation for that.

Every angel has a stronger gift. Its often shown in there life before. Maxine’s is the inviting nature she has. I know you felt it in the forest. You were just drawn towards her. Mine is the initiative nature I have. I can read you entirely. As soon as I can make a mind connection, I receive all information about your life. Its almost like mind reading. Which of course you’ve noticed that we all have, like a communication system in are heads. Its are safe security response, I guess. Your gift is the power to see the future through your dreams, or at least channel some images.

Which brings me to the story. You met up with Isabelle and Robin. They’re twins. That is the only explanation why they both came to angels. They have been around since 1865. Isabelle and Robin died from there abusive farther. Their farther came home drunk one day, and decided to attack their mother with a knife. Fearful for his mother Robin, age eighteen, tried to stop him. But weak from lack of food couldn’t save his mother. After his farther killed their mother he became furious with Isabelle for looking like her. He then killed her and Robin died along side her. Tragic? Yes. Then a few year later we ran into them around 1880. Isabelle had found her partner, Chris, a blacksmith who died from a train. I don’t know the details to that story through.

Both Max and I thought Robin was close to finding his partner, but hasn’t. Why does Isabelle have black wings? Well you know the only enemy in the world we have? Sin. Who creates it? The devil himself. He, like god, has his angel alliance.

What you don’t understand is why we meet Isabelle and Robin? Isabelle and Robin were once God’s angels. Soon after we meet them Isabelle made a pack with devil. Chris, her partner, was not obeying the rules. The rules: Listen, Appreciate, and never use.

Chris became unrulely. He was upsetting the balanced. Some say he made a pack, but his colors never showed till year later. In the end Chris turned. He kill a fellow angel. When someone kills an angel, their partner then dies too. Because there is no use in having heartbreak for eternity. We angels can only die at the hand of another one like us.

Chris was then sentenced to death. God would not stand for it. Chris striked out in god’s book. Which is really hard to do.

The murder was hideous and unnecessary. Isabelle furiously made a pack with the devil. Sealing it with the devil. When an angel crosses over they have to cut their wings off and sew on the black wings. How do they get them? From the wings of the fallen angels. Yes, when are time is done, or we are no longer needed we go in peace to heaven. We die, and are wings become black for some reason. Devil, or dark angels can easily snatch our wings, because we go into a peaceful slumber. Or, devil angels can just cut the wings off of any angel. They just have to sew them on.

Robin of course, watching out for his sister stayed with her. But he never changed his wings. Some reason God has spared his life. I must because his partner is good, and has a strong heart for the both of them. I have idea why.

So why are there angels? Well there are Guardian Angels. They protect people in the world, but its rarer to see them looking like us. Unlike us, God have made them in heaven. We often refer to them as God‘s People, because they are raised in heaven. They then get to take a form of an animal. You’ll hear them, but never see them. Yet why are we angels if they have guardians?

We are here because there is a war between God and Satan. From the dawn of evil, we have been at war. The black winged angels are our enemies. They are sinful angels. They attack us. They cause doubts and trouble within the world. Usually they leave people alone, but this year has been frightfully different. They have only been attacking people’s beliefs, and leaving us alone.

That is before they attacked you. They left you with a message, right? Michaels voice finally broke.

“Yes. Something about ‘Our king is still alive, and yours will fall.’” I replied.

The morning light was starting to shine. I saw pictures along the walls, of the stories Michael was telling. I saw Maxine in her dress. Having a sudden shortness of breath. Robin and Isabelle’s depressing story. Chris and Isabelle laughing as they cut the wings off the fallen angels. The war that has been brewing over the lifetimes. I saw it all. My knowledge was doubled within hours. Mike was right, I am exhausted.

Yes, you see they are up to something again. Something is about to change. You must understand we have to contact your friends. Bring them here. Tell God. Your going to have to fly home tonight. Maxine will fly to Morocco and call to others. I’ll chase after Robin and Isabelle. That’s strange. Chris wasn’t with her. Robin…His sentence broke off.

Maxine nodded her head.

The day continued. I helped with there daily routines. They told me stories of their past life, and experiences. Then let me rest after lunch. They both were twenty-three. They have always been together. It was a fairytale for them. I envied them.

Their story seemed reasonable. If we exist, then somebody must have created us. Were a completely different type of human now. To think that God picked me out, was, honestly astounding. The only question was the partner, and death for us.

He said when a angel’s duty, or is unneeded, they become a fallen angel. Of course their partner goes with them. What happens if the angel is needed again? Do they come back to life? Where are theses fallen angels? Questions still existed in my mind.

I laid out in a meadow near by the cabin. I had notice a lone wolf behind a tree observing me. Yet I continued to lay completely still. Barely breathing. I wanted the wolf to come over. I wanted company. It seemed reasonable. Lonely wolf with lonely angel.

I then tried calling to the creature, but the wolf found curiosity in my actions. Yet, it still stayed put. It was not daring to move closer. It was interested, but not intrigued enough to come forth. The animal was smart, or was it foolish?

Smart in the way that if the wolf would go up to any human, there is the hugest of chances the human would attack them. Keeping the distance between me and the itself was giving it a chance to runaway with/and if I made a negative movement. Maybe for the wolf, staying away from the danger was best. What if the wolf was being foolish? The wolf would never know if I could offer something good. It would never know what could happen. It would be missing out.

I continued to lay completely still. I started to hum a tune, and ignored the wolf. I felt the wolfs presents. I stayed still for hours on end, hoping to touch the wolf. I could touch the wolf if I wanted to, but that would require damage to wolfs pride. See, I could chase the wolf down and touch it, and I would feel satisfied that I touched the creature. I wanted the wolf to want me to touch it. The pride should stay intact. I finally gave in. I got up and walked towards the little house. The wolf scurried off.

Walking into house I realized Maxi had already left. Mike, was sitting on the couch with a newspaper. I sat down next to him after grabbing my cup of coffee. I sat still, stirring my coffee. I was as still as I was earlier with the wolf. I wondered what he was thinking.

Morocco? So who lives their? My thoughts asked Mike.

“Some of our older Friends. They’ve been around since the time of the Pharaohs.” He said nonchalantly.