Wasn't This Suppose to be War

Chapter 9

I shouted out a loud no that rang out into the small area as I watched Claire plunge the dagger into Annabelle's heart. Anger boiled inside of me. I ran at them with both dagger and athame at the ready. Before I could make it to them they all vanished into a puff of white smoke.

I dropped my weapons and fell to the ground by Annabelle. I looked at her wounds carefully before finally admitting to myself she was dead. I stood up away from her body and it vanished into wisps of black smoke.

The finality of her death snapped something in me because the next thing I know I'm sitting in a small pile of wood. I had broken the wooden decorations of the buildings and destroyed them with my knives. Several tears of anger and sorrow had slipped down my face in the process.

Looking around at the scene around me I came to a decision. I would avenge Annabelle's death if it was the last thing I would do as a fallen in this life.

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The four of us walked into the pure white building. At the counter that was directly inside the building to the left sat an angel flipping through flies and communicating to others through an earpiece. The lady paused to speak to us.

"George is two doors down that hallway on the right hand side. He is waiting for the four of you."

We nodded, or at least I did as we followed her instructions. Claire hesitantly knocked on the door.

I could tell from the agitated look on her face that's she didn't want to be here. She'd probably prefer to be with her buddy shifters. Wherever they hang out I wouldn't know. Matt and Airy, however acted like they belonged here. They did. They even might get wings for their kindness of helping our side. If that's what they wanted anyway. If they wanted some sort of peace treat between good Angels and shifters then they would get it, probably.

"You may come in," a voice on the other side of the door stated.

Airy opened the door and was the first of us inside. We quickly gather into the big room closing the brown door behind us. There was a man wearing a white suit and a white tie sitting at a desk. The room was for the most part covered in white.

"You've done well. The framing of Annabelle was a downfall, but at least you redeemed yourselves."

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A/N:

And that's the end. This sucks, the fact that it's ending, I mean.

So umm I had a better A/n written before but wattpad didn't save it so this is crappy.

Critism welcomed with open arms. Have a good day/ night/ whatever time it is when you're reading this, bye! <3 (Can't believe this story is done.)