Angel of Death

Chapter 22: Neck breaker

I'm standing in a big white room. Without any windows and without any doors. Just four simple white walls. 

There are only four people in the room and I only recognize one. Mr. Stanley. He stands in front of the other three looking down at the floor. No one seems to have noticed my sudden appearance out of thin air. How did I get here? How did Stanley get here? Why is he wearing different clothes? What's going on?

Instead of the black pants and blue shirt Mr. Stanley was now wearing all white. Just like the other three men. Where am I? 

I slowly stand up, taking short steps towards Mr. Stanley hoping I'm not disturbing. I need to know what the hell is going on. "Can we talk?" I whisper, but he doesn't answer. Doesn't even look up at me. 

"Like now? We need to talk now!" I say louder, angry that he's choosing to ignore me and angry at how I can be here, in some strange white room, while I just a moment ago was being carried through the woods by Mr. Stanley. 

Are we in some kind of hospital? I mean he got shot, maybe....but this doesn't look like a hospital and his wound had disappeared, I remind myself. 

"Stanley please-" I start to beg but I get interrupted by a deep resonant voice coming from one of the three men behind me. 

I turn around, the tall man standing in the middle has a muscular physique and seems to be some leader of some kind, because as soon as he starts talking the other two behind him looks down and look hesitatingly at one another. As he talks, he seems to be looking straight through me, and down at Mr. Stanley.

 "You welcomed a fallen angel into the room when your only task is to keep them out?" The man says to Mr. Stanley who, if I'm not mistaken, seems to be scared of the man in front of him. 

"I didn't know he was-" Mr. Stanley starts but the tall man interrupts him, "and it wasn't just a fallen angel, it was him."

"I'm so sorry. I've heard about him before but I never knew what he looked like, sir. And I couldn't feel his aura either I don't know-" Mr. Stanley looks up, trying to convince the tall man that he sure didn't know whoever they were talking about.

Fallen angel? Him? Aura? What are they talking about? 

"Sir, I believe he must have used some sort of spell to hide his aura." One of the two men behind the leader says.

He has a scar crossing his face. Leaping from above his right eyebrow down to his right cheek. It isn't red, it's faded a bit but you can clearly see it. He looks to be around the same age as Stanley and he seems to have the same grey eyes, but unlike Mr. Stanley he has a bit of stubble. 

"So you are telling me, that under your watch, a very dangerous fallen angel, who we thought was dead, just walked in to your p.e. class and you couldn't sense he was of your kind because he had used a spell! And not just that, you also paired him with the girl later. What should I do to you George?" The man sighs and frowns. 

Is he talking about Harry? Who's George? Why haven't they noticed me yet?! Can't they see me?

"Please..." Mr. Stanley begs and the man sighs again. 

"I really don't want you to loose your job, George. I like you. But I can't just let this go unnoticed, one more failure George and I'll be forced to... just please protect her." 

Mr. Stanley nods his head eagerly.

"I want you to find out how come he's alive. Who he's working with or for and I want to know their plan. Everything. And tell him we'll let him come home." As the tall man with the deep voice says so, the other two men open their mouth in surprise.