Angels, Demons, And Humans

It's Just Us Two

Ever since the start of The Great War, humans were rare to find. With I being one of them, I think I know. Ever since the leaders of Heaven and Hell wanted more land, Earth has been put through so much. Three-fourths of the human population has been wiped out because of the Angels and Demons. The only person that I had left to rely on was my younger brother.

My brother's name is George and he's only 7. He has platinum blonde hair and baby blue eyes. His hair is just long enough that you could pull it into a ponytail, but it was still a struggle. His shirt was away caught on something so there are a lot of holes and cuts in his clothes.

I'm 11 years older than my brother, so that puts me at 18. I have white hair and two different colored eyes. My left eye is blue and my right eye is green. My hair was long enough that I could braid it and it would still hang to the middle of my back. I always wore my dad's old college hoodie because that was the last thing I had from my parents before they were killed.

Our parents were killed about 4 years ago, so George couldn't remember it, but I could. Every time that I would fall asleep, I could always see them die. It was like I was in Hell because I would see it every single time I would close my eyes. I've tried everything to stop this repeating nightmare, but nothing will work. I only sleep for a couple of hours every other night now because of this.

George and I found a little refuge camp with about 40 people and they took us in like we were their family. We enjoyed this, but the two of us stayed away a lot of the time. We two just liked to do our own thing and not be bothered by the others. A lot changed though when he went missing one morning.

It was a regular Tuesday morning when I noticed that something was off. I couldn't find George anywhere. I searched for about an hour before I went to the elders.

"Excuse me?" I asked as I knocked on the door. "Father, can I speak to you?"

"Please, come in," an older gentleman's voice whispered.

When I walked in, I could see an older man wearing a priest outfit. He had white hair a was darker skinned compared to a lot of the others in the camp. No one knew his actual name so we all just called him Father. It worked since he was a priest.

"Oh, Wilbur my boy!" Father smiled as he hugged me. "It's been a long time since you've come to visit! How is George doing?"

"He's good," I laughed. "I've come here to see if you knew where he was? He's been missing all morning and I just thought that he wanted to come to talk to you."

"I haven't seen him," Father whispered as he sat down on a beaten-up chair. "Please, sit down."

"I'm sorry, Father. I must find him! If I don't then I don't know what I'll do with myself."

"If you don't sit down to rest, then you're going to drain yourself."

I looked at him for a moment. His dark green eyes just pulled me in and I did as he asked me to. I sat down on a run-down couch. Some springs broke when I sat, but nothing fell apart.

"Thank you, Father."

"Have you still been getting those nightmares?"

"Yes, Father."

Father just laughed softly.

"I forgot how strong your accent was."

I had a very strong British accent so it was hard to understand me sometimes. I never spoke too fast or too loud, so I was easier to understand than a lot of the others with the same accent that I have.

"Father, I was wondering if I could leave the camp just so that I could look for George a bit?"

"Absolutely, not!"

"But Father!"

"There is no but! You know that it is forbidden to leave this camp! Even if you did and survived, you would not be welcome back! If George is outside of this camp, then he is none of our concern anymore."

I stood up quickly and just stared at the man that I used to believe in.

"Please, Father!"

"My answer is no! Now leave my sight at once!"

I just stared at him for a moment before turning and running outside. I couldn't believe what Father said, so I just ran back to where George and I lived to find not a bit of life. I knew that George was somewhere outside of the camp and he was scared. As I watched myself in the mirror, I decided that I didn't care what Father had told me, I was leaving this camp and I was going to find my brother.

At around 3 in the morning, I decided that then would be the best time to leave. Everyone should've been asleep by now and the security wasn't as secure.

In the bag that I packed, I had food that should last me about a week, a pocket knife, a spare outfit, and a stuffed bear that belonged to George. It was his favorite and I knew that something bad happened because he never left that stupid thing behind.

When the coast was clear, I took off for the horse stable. I grabbed the horse that I had been taking care of and I rode it out of the camp. When I looked back, I could see Father standing at the gate with some guards. He was just shaking his head in disappointment. It hurt to see Father do this, but I didn't care, I just wanted to find my brother.