The Fallen One

Chapter Three

Canaan stood there, staring at the man in fright. He did not know who the man was nor how he knew who Canaan was. He was glued to his spot in fright, not knowing rather or not he should run or stand his ground, protecting himself from this man. He finally built enough courage to form a sentence to ask the mysterious man.
"How do you know my name?" Canaan asked fearfully. "How do you even know me?"
"My boy, I have known you longer since He gave you wings as a child." The man stated. "I have spent years looking for you Canaan Hathaway."
"Years?" Canaan asked. "Look you must have the wrong Canaan Hathaway. I do not know this 'He' you speak of and I do not know who you are. So if you do not mind, I would like to just go home and we never have to see each other again."
Canaan then swiftly turned around and started to run, however he did not get to far. The man suddenly tackled him from behind and placed his arm around Canaan's neck, swiftly pulling him to his feet and dragging him backwards. Canaan fought and struggled against the man who dragged him backwards, his heart racing with fear of what this man would do to him. He tried to break free with all his strength, however the man was grip was unbreakable.
"Let go of me!" Canaan rasped out as he continued to fight against the man.
"I can smell the fear on you boy." The man growled as he continued to drag Canaan backwards, deeper into the alley way.
As he threw Canaan into the brick wall with remarkable strength. Canaan's head hit the wall hard and he crumpled to the ground in intense pain. He placed a hand on his head and quickly pulled back as he hissed in pain, revealing blood on his hand.
The man pulled out a knife and walked toward Canaan. Canaan slowly looked up with blood pouring from the side of his head, he places his hands up.
"Please do not do this." Canaan pleaded. "I will give you anything you want, just please do not kill me."
The man shook his head. "Kill you? Boy I do not want to kill you, you are more valuable alive then dead." He claimed. "I need your blood to find my master and restore his rightful memories before you receive your memories back."
"Memories? What memories?" Canaan asked quickly as he pushed himself as far away from the man as possible. "You are freaking insane!"
The man pinned Canaan by his neck and forcibly grabbed Canaan's arm, dragging the blade across Canaan's arm horizontally. Canaan yelled in pain as the blade slid across his arm. The man put the knife back and grabbed a small vial from his jacket pocket. Placing the vial under the cut, letting the blood slowly fill the vial
Once the vial was filled, he let go of Canaan's arm and closed the vial, placing it back in his jacket pocket. Canaan tightly grasped his arm and placed it to his chest, blood staining his shirt. His arm and head throbbed in intense pain as he has sat against the brick wall, glaring up at the strange man.
"Now, I need you to show me where he is." The man stated as he grabbed Canaan by his shirt and tried to drag him to his feet. "My master is very important to me and you are the only one who knows where he is."
"I do not know where your master is you freak!" Canaan yelled as he struggled with the man, he eventually fell backwards again and hit the brick wall.
Suddenly, a rough cold wind separated them, the atmosphere changed and the air became cold as a voice shook the ground.
"You will not take him anywhere Christopher!" A woman's voice shouted.
Canaan turned to where the sound of the voice came from and looked over to the entrance of the alley way; a young woman stood there with her sword drawn. She had perfectly straight and long brown hair that was tied back, her face was intense and angry looking with stormy gray eyes. She was dressed in brown jacket with a black top underneath and jeans with knee high black leather boots. She also had a pendant but it glowed to light blue.
"You do not belong here Christopher." She said as she slowly walked toward the man she called Christopher, holding her sword in front of her.
Christopher laughed at her. "You think you frighten me woman?" He asked. "You are just a little angel who can not do much. You lost your touch when your husband fell and personally do not find you intimidating."
'Angel?' Canaan thought as he continued to stare at the woman. She seemed familiar to him. Like she was an old friend of his or a long lost relative. She looked at him for a instant before staring straight back at Christopher.
"You underestimate me Christopher, I have much more power then you will ever have." She stated. "However, you leave the boy alone or I will send you back where you belong."
"And where is that?" Christopher asked as he pulled out his knife, standing in a position to attack the woman.
The woman smiled wickedly. "Hell is where you belong."
Canaan saw his chance to help, he slowly stood up and jumped on Christopher's back, wrapping his arms around him to strangle him. However, Christopher grabbed Canaan's injured arm and flipped him over his back, landing onto the asphalt. Canaan gasped for breaths as more pain radiated through his body, rendering him from moving. As Christopher had his eyes on Canaan, the woman preceded to charge Christopher and plunge her sword into his abdomen.
The shock looked Christopher gave was a look of betrayal as he begin to scream in pain. He fell backwards on to the ground and burst into flames. In mere seconds, Christopher became ashes right in front of them.
Canaan slowly stood up and dusted himself off slowly, he did not have much strength left as the blood from the lacerations on his arm and head still bled. He turned to the woman who tucked her sword away and turned toward him. Her face filled with concern for him as she kneeled beside him to check his injuries.
"Are you okay?" She asked softly.
Canaan shook his head. "Who was he and how did you kill him?" He asked sternly as he let her check his arm and head. He hissed as she touched the cut under his hairline.
"Christopher was angel until he decided to start doing the Lucifier's bidding, now he is demon who is bent on bringing his master back." She claimed. "And my sword, which is blessed by God, can destroy anything that claims to be in alliance with the Lucifier and his demons."
Canaan's eyes widen. "What?" He asked as he hissed again from her touching his injuries. "Then what are you?"
The woman stopped what she was doing and looked straight at him. "I am an angel." She stated. "I am a guardian, an angel who seeks to protect those who are lost and destroy those who try to convince lost people there is no God."
"So you are my guardian?" He asked.
She shook her head as she smiled. "I am more then that to you Canaan." She claimed. "However, that cannot be discussed later. Right now we need to take care of your injuries, they are pretty serious."
"Look lady, I do not know who you are." Canaan rasped out. "However, I have a cell phone. Just call my family and they will come get me."
"No Canaan, I cannot let you go right now." She said. "Cannot explain everything right now, but you must come with me. You are in danger."
Canaan looked shocked. "What? No!" Canaan yelled. "I am not going anywhere with you!"
"Canaan, calm down before you pass out." She stated calmly. "You are losing a good bit of blood from the laceration on your arm."
Before Canaan could speak again, his head began to spin. He began to fall backwards until he hit the ground, he was struggling to breathe and could not move his body. The woman shouted his name, but it was very muffled and distant to him. His eyes began to slowly shut as he gave into dreams of memories he did not understand...