Chapters 1-6

Chapters 7-12

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Chapter 13

My father finally went to bed, not truly knowing if he was sleep, though he was back in the room, after talking with me and my mother, for over and hour. It was a quarter past three now.

My mother stayed in the front room with me, asking me a countless number of times, was I okay. I made sure to tell her every time, that I was. I promised her that me, her, and my father, could go to the police station in the morning, if they actually heard me out, no matter what I told them, or how crazy it sounded. My mother agreed, though my dad needed time to himself. I understood.

My dad wanted immediate action. He wanted to get the ball rolling, knowing that his daughter was taken away by some stranger. That’s all he needed to hear. Though there was more to the story. Much more. But only my mother was willing to listen to the rest, with my dad leaving their bedroom door cracked, as he went back to bed. He couldn’t hide his frustration.

I started off from the school setting with my mother, with her telling me that she was notified about the school shooting, and that the school called her, telling her that they alerted all parents to stay away from the school grounds until further notice. She said the police spoke to them as well. I made sure to correct her though, informing her that she had only gotten one side of the story.

I took in a deep inhale, and released an even deeper exhale, before telling her everything. She sat there the entire time listening to me, squinting her eyes the more she heard, what probably sounded like, fan fiction to her. But it was a truth I lived.

When I was done, she got up out of her chair and hugged me. A surprising move. She didn’t say anything, she just hugged me. She didn’t even let me go right away. I stood up while she was still hugging me, placing my arms around her as well. I told her that I was warned not to come back home, as they could be placed in grave danger as well. She told me she knew. Her answer startled me.

You do? I asked her. She didn’t answer. I couldn’t quite see her face, as she was still holding me tightly. And I didn’t want to pull away from her, not quite yet, knowing that she was worried. However, I couldn’t quite help but feel a chill amongst my body, once she said those last words. Truthfully…I was frozen. Something was wrong.

My mother slightly moved shortly after, though I still couldn’t move. For whatever reason, I just couldn’t. My body though…my body jerked. I felt strong pressure in my back, followed by wetness. My mother slowly released me after this.

Chapter 14

My legs got weak first, and then my body. I dropped to the floor. I felt so tired. So numb. So quickly scared. What was happening?

Touching my back for a second time, my hand drew back…blood. My mother…my…my mother…my mother stabbed me.

Looking up at her, was she really my mother? She watched me lay on my stomach, bleeding from my back. I grew more and more fatigue, trying to concentrate on her. My vision…my vision even started to deteriorate. The room spent in the meantime.

My mother gained a devilish smirk, with my father being seen in the background, coming out of his bedroom, with the same smirk. He even held the baseball bat in his hand, hanging over his shoulder. He took his place beside my mother. These weren’t my parents.

My dad spoke, squatting down to lower himself closer to me. He told me with the most evilest smile…the coldest, yet, proud tone, to go to sleep. Let go. I felt a tear leave the corner of my eye.

I closed my eyes, as I didn’t want my last memory to be of these imposters, that looked like my parents. I now waited, for either of them to deliver the final blow. I should have listened to Gabriel. How did everything change for me, in the course of a day? Just twelve hours ago…I was…I was…

My train of thought was broken, the sound of glass shattering. But I felt nothing new. No other source of pain. Just tons of pressure coming from my back still. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing my mother stagger, with a blue glowing object, impaled into the side of her stomach. The object was shaped like some sort of arrow.

The glow from the arrow was so bright, like a mass of physical energy. I could see my mother’s blood quickly soaking her shirt, with my dad turned around, facing my mother. His face tightens, with a slight look of surprise. My mother’s hand extends out to him, before…

A massive explosion goes off from the glowing arrow, sliding my body across the floor, against the kitchen wall not too far behind me. I manage to hit my side, and not the knife that was jammed in my back. Landing back on the floor, I see that the explosion knocked my father back as well, with him barely getting back up. However, my mother…what was left of her, was spread across the ceiling and floor.

One of my mother’s arms laid rest in the corner of the front room, with half of my mother’s head closer to the front door. Her abdomen was completely gone, with her legs still held together, and her lower half ending up not too far from me.

Wanting to throw up, I coughed instead. I coughed up blood. I was sub-coming to my injury, this was obvious. I was gonna die.

My imposter dad picked back up his knife, standing in front of the door with his weapon ready, as if he was waiting for someone to open it. He unlocked the door to ensure of that. He snarled, an inhumane sound, with a demonic voice that echoed the phrase, c’mon on in you little bitch!

Looking at the door, I couldn’t see who he was talking about. Though his head bounced from the door and the damaged window, meaning he was seeing his advisary.

Soon after…he freaked out. Rushing to the door and opening it, then closing it, he looked around as if he had lost something. He looked slightly frighten by this. He asked out loud, “where did she go,” as if his target had vanished. Though soon after, he turned his attention back to me.

He marched over to me, telling me that he was just going to hurry up and kill me, so that the benefits of his wife’s failure, could be reaped. He raised his bat as he got closer to me, ready to slam the damn thing down on me. I attempted to crawl away, but my body was too heavy now, for me to even move. I didn’t close my eyes this time.

I looked right up at the demon who wore my father’s skin, knowing that by some chance…I wouldn’t die like this. Though I waited for my death blow. However, a strong glow of light came through the wall across the room. The wall that held the front room together. The wall with no door attached to it. The burst of light, the same similar light that destroyed my mom, impaled him in the back, without doing any damage to wall it magical phased through. The demon jerked upon impact, holding his arms in place in mid air.

Shortly after, the demon exploded with energy, just as my imposter mother did. He was pieces across the living room. I closed my eyes and covered my face, just in the nick of time.

Chapter 15

I waited for the hidden one to reveal themselves. I watched as a little girl, looking to be around Mykel’s age, approached the now unconscious Mykel. She entered the house by walking through the wall, as if it wasn’t even there. She didn’t use a single door or window. She was like a specter or something. There was no evidence of her arrival.

At first the little girl held a massive blue bow, with the string glowing in the form of a line of burning blue energy. The bow then disappeared, in just a single blink of my eye. She made her way to Mykel, who seemed to have a knife plunged into her back. I could see her stained soaked shirt, from where I hid, behind the doorway of the fat guy’s bedroom. She was dying. I could feel her life force depleting.

The little girl yanked the knife out of Mykel’s back, showing Mykel’s body inch off the floor, and then drop back down. The stranger’s hands then glowed blue, like the energy arrow that killed the previous two demons. She hovered these blue hands over Mykel’s wound, with her wound glowing blue as well now.

I quickly rushed from around the corner now, pointing the barrel of both ends of my guns, at the fighter. I demanded that she stepped away from Mykel, calling Mykel in this instance, “the girl.” The stranger told me that she couldn’t do that. I took the safety off both my Magnums.

I told her that I wasn’t going to ask her again, before I riddled her back with bullets. Those arrows she shot were familiar, as they were coated in destruction magic. So was the stranger’s hands now.

The stranger told me that she couldn’t step away from Mykel, because she was healing her. I took a closer look at Mykel’s wound, from where I was standing. She was right. The glowing wound, was nearly closed completely. Her magic was saving Mykel.

I slowly lowered my guns, putting one up, but not fully trusting the magical stranger, to holster the second one. However, my mind was settled enough now, to realize who, I mean, what, she was. She was using Divinity Grace to heal Mykel, meaning that she was a Divinity Wielder. A secret race, or coven, of magical mortals, that were blessed with the grace of actual angels. To sum it up, they were the angels’ cleaning crew, doing all their dirty work.

The girl’s hands stopped glowing, and so did the wound on Mykel’s back. She was healed. The teen girl took a sigh of relief, still on one knee as Mykel remained with her eyes closed, on her stomach.

The magical mortal, acting as if I wasn’t in the room with her, lifted Mykel into her arms, fully standing up now, as she carried the unconscious teen. She made her way towards the front door, forcing me to place the barrel of my right side arm, into her direction. She heard the safety leave the gun, once again, as she stopped moving, because of this.

With her back facing me, I eased my way a short walking distance behind her, not choosing to be in her arm’s reach, though standing behind her, as she remained still, in front of the closed door.

I asked the girl where she was going with Mykel, with the magical mortal telling me, that Mykel was better off with her. I responded as calmly as possible, telling her to put Mykel down, or take a bullet to the back of the head. She refused.

I drew my second gun, aiming my second side arm, towards the middle of her back. I told her I would shoot her in the spine first, and before Mykel would fall out of her arms, that I would shoot her in the back of the head next, warning her that Mykel and her, would hit the floor only seconds apart. She didn’t reply in the way I thought she would.

The magical mortal spoke up, telling me without even turning around to look at me, that I was too sloppy to keep watch over Mykel. She further stated that I almost brought about the end of days because of my careless ways, and because of that, she was not going to leave Mykel here with me. That was the answer she gave me, and it was time…to give my response.

Chapter 16

Little girl or not, i’ve done worst. That’s why I was fighting for my soul now. That’s why I was Heaven’s hound dog as well, with lesser privileges than the pussy cats that this girl belonged to.

My finger itched to pull the trigger, and I was about to scratch that itch. That was until I felt the presence of two other magical beings, their aura being similar to the Divinity Wielder in front of me. Pointing my right gun towards the kitchen, I watched as another Divinity Wielder phase shifted through the wall, being unaffected by its physics. He remained in place when he saw that I had a barrel pointed at him, with his upper body nearly coming through the wall.

I told the son of a bitch not to move, saying it just like that. However, the third one’s energy went faint. I couldn’t pinpoint where…

And behind me, he was. His voice only a short distance away from my neck, with him telling me to lower my weapons, or he was going to blow my head off. I could hear the radiating energy come from his glowing arrow. Still, I refused his demand. Though I didn’t move, I didn’t fight back either. I did nothing.

The Divinity Wielder still in the wall, spoke up. Being more “adult looking” in age, he wore a similar all white robe like uniform that the teen girl sported as well, requesting for the guy behind, calling him by his name, Aaron, to lower his weapon. Aaron challenged his order, reminding him that I had a gun pointed toward him, and the girl, calling her by her name as well I assumed. He called her Keonna.

Their general, I also assumed, reminded him back, that they didn’t come to this place for war. They came to make sure the girl, referring to Mykel, didn’t suffer at the hand of the Watcher demons. Keonna jumped in, looking over her shoulder at me, but not turning around. She spoke up, stating that it was only because of her that the demons didn’t kill Mykel.

Their general told Keonna that he understood, though he requested that not only Aaron discharged his bow, but for Keonna to place Mykel down. This four eyed bastard was talking my language.

Their general repeated himself, still in a calm voice. He held both of his hands out, in a surrendering motion, as his head bounced between his two subordinates, and then to me. He made sure I seen him, as he slowly took full steps through the wall, entering the kitchen. He speaks to his comrades while doing so, stating that “I,” referring to me again, was only scared, and that the only thing I wanted, was to take the girl and leave. The room was quiet for a moment.

Shortly after his words, Keonna slowly placed down Mykel, laying her on her side softly, before turning around to face us. Her face had attitude written all over it.

The glowing blue energy that radiated over my shoulder, burned out as well. I assumed that Aaron did as he was told as well.

And finally, their general lowered his hands, believing that the tension was low enough, for him to stand comfortably. I lowered my sidearms…slowly. Though I didn’t holster them, turning my body sideways to look at the asshole who was behind me. Aaron, looked at me with the same dirty look, I felt myself giving him.

In my background, I heard their leader, tell me that they were going to leave now, asking me to assist them. He states that back at their base, Mykel could finish her recovery. The look on Aaron’s face, as he looked back at his leader, was priceless. The saddened look of betrayal, was written, and visible on his stupid mug. Though he didn’t question his leader.

I looked down at Mykel, seeing that although her breathing appeared to have gotten better, she was still unconscious, with sweat coming down the sides of her face. Because of this, I agreed to go with them. However, I told him once Mykel was properly healed, that her and I were leaving. He swore on the angels, that they would do nothing…to stop us.

Chapter 17

We took some sort of underground tunnel to…nowhere, so far. Just a long and narrow tunnel. I don’t know how long we were walking. I could hear Keonna and the other Divinity Wielder, Aaron, whispering back and forth to each other, as they positioned themselves on the backend of the group.

Their conversation, went something like this, “Why was the commander bringing Gabriel along? Jeez, I don’t know, I’m just a stupid wall hacking bastard, who has to sneak up on his opponent, just to get a good kill in.” I hated that Aaron guy. I wish I had gas in this moment, i’d give them both something to talk about.

The two assholes referred to me as a “Tormented One,” which meant they knew more about me, than I expected. The angels don’t keep anything secrete anymore, do they? My business was just buzzing around upstairs.

Mykel had woken halfway there, walking on her own at this point. She didn’t say much, though i’m sure she remembered everything, as she wasn’t acting like her normal self. Her face did enough talking, with a mixture of sorrow and defeat.

The end of the tunnel finally came, and the five of us stood at the entrance of some sort of underground bunker. It was huge. There were wide doorways, that lead to…the hell if I knew. But yeah, these bastards had their own underground operation going on, with several other white robed bastards, walking about. They were all doing different things. Some where messing around with their bow, testing out the levels of energy they could store in it, from the looks of things. Others were testing out their gear in general, with a small group of Divinity Wielders holding some sort of glass orb, of glowing blue energy.

Their general saw me looking at the group, automatically assuming I was looking at the orb. He spoke to me, telling me that what they were holding, was a Divinity Bomb, a contained item of stored energy, that went broken, releases all the energy at once. The shit sounded painful.

Their captain turned to Keonna and Aaron, telling the two to take Mykel somewhere to replenish. I gave both of them a warning look, as if I was challenging them to disobey their leader’s order. He must have seen this look as well, because their general got my attention, placing his hand on my shoulder. He assured me once again, that everything would be okay. That Mykel and myself could leave, as soon as he was done speaking to me.

Aaron and Keonna did just what he said, with Keonna grabbing Mykel’s hand, and the three of them heading down a hall across from us, on the higher level that we were on. This place looked like the inside of an animated ant hole or something.

The two of us walked off, in the opposite direction. What the hell did this guy want to talk about with me?

My internal question was answered right away, as he told me right away, that he brought me down to their secret lair, to show me that neither of us, were threats to each other. I wasn’t sure why he was speaking for me though, as if he knew me or something. He was definitely wrong.

I had killed his kind before. Laid waste to multiple of those angelic “wanna-be’s.” Face shots with my sidearms. Decapitation with my blade. You name it. I was even on the verge of torturing one, one time.

The general added on that he could sense the Divinity energy coming from Mykel, and pointed out that he knew…that I could sense it too. I thought my senses was off when I first got around her, but he was right. Mykel was leaking Divinity energy.

He continued on, telling me that their division was eventually going to come for Mykel anyway, as she was one of their own. She was a Divinity Wielder. She just didn’t know it yet.

I cut him off, telling him to get to the point, as I was starting to lose my patience with him. The two of us stopped in front of an automated steel door, assuming that this door led to his room or something. It was much more fancy than the other doors. That, and their was a sign on the side of the door, pinned to the wall that said, “Captain O’land,” a stupid last name.

The bastard told me, that he was going to play the “waiting game,” but wanted me to assure him, that I would step aside, if Mykel came to them, wanting to harness her powers. I didn’t even reply to that stupid shit. I hated his kind, so I wasn’t about to answer no crap like that, let alone agree.

I gave O’land a dirty look, leaving him standing in place as I walked away, back into the direction we had came from. I called out for Mykel, getting the attention of the entire base, as I told her aloud, that we were now leaving. She came out of the short hallway that the other two fairies, had taken her down. Everyone watched, as the two of us went back down the exit.

Chapter 18

We walked back through the pizza place, and I couldn’t help myself. I damn near slammed the glass door shut, behind us. However, the owner’s face briefly popped into my head, and I nearly shitted on myself. This brought me to just closing the door, like a normal citizen.

I didn’t even let Mykel walk far before I asked her in a slow, yet annoyed tone, if she was crazy. It was something like this…(clears throat) ARE….YOU…INSANE? She didn’t answer back.

My voice jumped, as she stood there, with nothing to say. I reminded her how she had one job. One GOD DAMN ORDER! THE EASIEST FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD! TO SIT BACK, AND LAY LOW!!!! Why she couldn’t do that, was beyond me, as she didn’t even have any sorts of answers for me.

It wasn’t until I pointed out how she could have been killed, that I got a proper reaction out of her. She made eye contact with me, for the first time, in this conversation. Though she was sad. I could see it in her face. This brought my voice down. I mean, my voice just completely dropped. I almost had nothing else to say. This girl was obviously traumatized. Fucked up, over the course of these first twelve hours alone. And she had to go an entire year like this?

I broke the ice between us, telling her that I would stay up for a little bit and be watch, just in case she wanted to rest, or time to herself. She took my words with her, immediately turning away and going into her room, down the employee hall, right before the basement, where my room was.

The door to her room didn’t slam, though I did hear it lock. I should’ve never yelled at her in the first place. But something told me, that she wasn’t bothered by my loud tone. She probably didn’t hear me at all. It was as if, she wasn’t even there, when she looked at me. I was talking to an empty vessel at that point. This…this wasn’t for her. It was barely even for me.

I remembered when I first converted to the other side. When I first died. When I first was introduced…to demons. To be honest, she was getting off easy, compared to me…

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Author’s Note: I just published my poetry collection, Sunset Beach. Check the link below to be directed to my LinkTree account, giving you the choice of what platform you would like to download/read it on.

Is it time for the sun to set already
It doesn’t feel like
I’ve been spending all day with you
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You’ve been thanking me
With smiles all day
I can’t say goodbye to you

~ Sakari