GUARDIAN|M.LANGDON

PART 9|PROTECT

He thinks for a second, and I assume he goes to speak- but we get interrupted by an older woman shouting at the butcher

"I want a goats HEAD!"

I widen my eyes and break our staring, and see the boy leave from where we were- most likely back towards the woman- It made me wonder if they knew eachother

And a goats head? What kind of-

I hear the woman speak once more, answering my unspoken question
"I need it, for my incantations"

Oh no

I let out a breath, and I hear the woman and the butcher argue some more, I try to keep my distance, surveying the scene- getting there just to see the woman leave

And what I didn't expect to see
Was this

I watch the boy I had just spoken to talk to the man at the counter

"You are rude
Don't ever talk to her like that"

So they are together
Just perfect- they're satanists
It would explain why... why I felt like that, my own instinct trying to remove me from the situation
There was no other reason, eve

I hear the butcher swear at him and everything changes- the atmosphere had turned dark, threatening, once overwhelming and curious, now angry, and threatening

All from him?

I start to see the lights flicker, although it was bright outside I felt I could barely see, I could sense the butchers nerves rising with every second and then-

Nothing, just empty

The best thing I could get a glimpse of was four knives sticking into the butcher

Fuck fuck fuck fuck
How? How did he? It didn't seem to lock into my mind, that he was capable of this

I gasp loudly at the sight and the boy looks at me and freezes, every wash of anger immediately leaves him

He's scared?

I do nothing but look at him until I hear the woman start to come out from where she had left, most likely with-

Fuck, the manager!

Before I could look back I felt a tug, towards him

"Go" he ushered urgently to me, I gulped

I don't even have time to to register it before I leg it out the butchers, trying to process what I just saw, slowing down my breathing

But I start to slow
Why was I stopping?
I wanted to tell myself to move, keep walking- he was evil, or at least his mother was, keep moving

My Brain was thinking over a million things right now, why have i stopped? What do I do? Do I tell cordelia? The police? How did he do that?
Why did he save me?

But my heart only said one thing
Protect him

I groan at myself as I slow down my run to a jog, then a walk and finally I stand still

Okay new plan
For some very stupid reason
We go back

But not inside, I thought to myself trying to think of a plan, by now police have been called and are well on their way, so we survey it

Angels have been able to hide themselves since the dawn of time, it's how most angels become-

My face paled, a cold sweat on my forehead as my throat tightened
It's how most angels could safely look after their protect

I didn't want to make the connection, but I did
Out of all the people in the world- I was his guardian angel

But he knew, how did he know?
And he fucking killed a man with his mind?

Okay, worst thing that happens
I can't exactly die

I get to about 2 minutes away from the butchers as I see police start speeding their way to the road

Okay, we know what to do

I take a deep breath as if to hold it, but instead start to breathe very slowly, remembering what I need to think

Simply a cloud

Cordelia helped me practice this often, I used to struggle and nearly pass out from five minutes, but now, I could go on for hours

I see the boy get pulled out the butchers, about 4 police men surrounded him as another one opened the door

Time to hop in

Before he got in I quickly sat at the far end, trying not to cause any unwanted attention, thankfully he stayed at the opposite side, I looked at him closely

He seemed scared, it was understandable- he just killed a man, and now he's going to jail
Probably for a long time

But something to me felt like he wasn't scared of that
Scared of what he did perhaps? In that case, it would mean he'd never done it before
And if that was the problem- we were all in lots of, lots of danger, so much power- and all of it uncontrollable

The car ride to the station was quiet, threateningly quiet
But the boy didn't even break
I don't even know his name- I call him a boy, but he looked more like a man,
How could someone so beautiful, be so destructive?
I say that, but I seemed to forget where I came from in that sentence
Learn your mistakes eve

Sorry Cordelia, dinner will have to wait a little longer