The Destiny of Angels

Chapter 19

Just as I had envisioned, I woke up late the next morning. I wear the same white lace shirt from yesterday with a black floral skirt and threw my hair up into a decent-looking bun. With an annoyed groan, I also put on some mascara. "I'm proving a point," I mumble in frustration at the mirror. I couldn't dress like I used to, but I wasn't Cleo's barbie doll either.

This means that I need to shop for some new clothes. Foreseers tended to wear light greens and purples, adorned with stones, but Fallen's were associated with dark colors. My style needed to match who I was, something with a bit of both. Clothes that were comfortable, but stylish. I didn't want my whole body to show, but I did want to show off just enough to fit in with Cleo.

Lessons with my mom were awkward this morning, but at the very least I still had my powers after last night. We never stray from the point at hand, any small talk at all. She tried to tell me good morning and ask how I was doing, but I did my best to shrug her off. All we did was work on going a day into time, nothing too advanced.

"Sorry mom, I'm not in the most talkative mood today," I apologize at the end of the lessons. "I hate to ask, but is there any way I can have some money for clothes? My old style doesn't fit me anymore."

"I understand baby, I don't like it but I understand. And yeah, I'll add some to your account. I'm glad you're updating your wardrobe finally, you've been wearing the same clothes from when you were 12," she laughs.

"Thank you! Yeah, they're mostly all worn down with holes, other than the view things you've bought for me here and there," I explain, gesturing down to the skirt I had on.

Once I leave, I spend hours shopping around for new clothes and shoes. I knew I would be working out a lot more, and if I was doing to pretend to have a crush I was going to need dressy clothes as well. Not to mention protective clothes that would help me out when the war did start.

Most stores were closed down, I guess out of fear of the war. I was never one for shopping, but this was probably the hardest shopping spree of my life. Small fights going on in stores, and everyone being on edge made things very uncomfortable.

Convincing myself this would be the last store I would go into, I nervously walk in. Halfway done shopping, a man walks past me, and I immediately feel on edge. I watch in fear as he walks over to the counter. The man whispers to the small girl behind the counter for a while. Right when I start to look away, his hands fill with flames. I duck down and start walking towards the entrance in fear.

The man yells and throws a fireball toward the girl. I freeze in fear for her safety, as she quickly ducks out of the way. I sigh in relief. She starts screaming back at him, as he continues to through fireballs across the store. Flames blaze throughout the building, as I stand in terror watching it all unfold.

Screams echo throughout the store. An eary sound which the crackling of flames only made more deafening. Tiny snaps and sputters from the flames sound more alive than anything I have ever heard. Children run to their parents, others sprint to the door in panic.

More scarlet flames ignite from the palm of his hands, as he throws them at random. Horror fills my body as I watch the blazing ball of ember soar through the air straight towards me. Instincts kick in as I raise my hand to block the flames the best I can, as I close my eyes. It takes me a moment before I realize that while I can feel the heat from the sparks, it doesn't burn.

I open my eyes with hesitation, still waiting on the impact. The ball of the fire stopped about 5 inches away from my hand, frozen in time. The heat starts to sting against my hand, as I slowly lower it away from the fire. Slowly, my eyes glance across the store. Everything was frozen other than me.

"Hmm," I whisper with a shrug. Slowly I examine the sphere of flames in shock. Fire looked beautiful frozen in time, but it also didn't look completely frozen. Ever so softly it slithered around itself.

In the corner of the room, I notice a fire extinguisher. Without thinking of the science of how using it would work when it was used when time was frozen, or slowed I guess. It worked though. I skipped out spraying each of the fires. They didn't go out, but they were covered in the white foam. I hoped it helped. Then I walk over and kick the back of the man's knee. I had tried to move in a hurry, as I could see things were slowly speeding up around me.

I run as fast as I can around the store, tapping into my powers to enhance my speed. I grab some random clothing that looked cute and then the pile I had dropped by the door and run out. Just as I run out the door, I hear the building behind me return into chaos.

I got home as quickly as I could, ready to put all of my new clothes up. I could have paid for the last few clothes, but I wasn't into being in that building any longer than I had to. Besides, I hopefully saved their entire store, so I saved them money in a way. No point in feeling guilty about it now.

Even still, I could feel guilt bubbling up inside of me. Maybe my Fallen side was making me more prone to the darker side of things. They were evil by nature, so maybe part of me was too. I guess there was a benefit to having my powers pushed away. Who knows how I would have been if I grown up with that side of me not held back?

Who even knows if I can withstand that part of me now? Its all too possible that my mom could have had a point. There's evil inside of me. I can almost feel it, especially since I've left the store.

On the bright side, I had gotten my Fallen side's power over time. I froze time. That was so cool! Not sure what triggered it, unless it was self-preservation. I wouldn't know how to do it again, but the fact that I did it once is a good start.

I've got the power of my Fallen side and my Foreseer side. Not that long ago I felt weak and powerless, but now I can feel the power coursing through my veins. A power that could easily help me find the killer, as long as I train them as much as I can.

There are limits to what I can do. Not to mention the fact that there a chance the more I use my Fallen Angel powers, the more the evil will creep inside of me. Its a risky situation. Requiring a careful balance of when to use my powers and how to use my powers, but I don't even know what that balance is. I don't even know how to find that balance.