In Your Arms.

Chapter 2

Amy POV:
Feeling myself begin to wake up I sink lower into this feathery bed. Jumping up at my own thought I look around, thinking to myself about how the last thing I remember is collapsing on my tile floor and my family... No my family. Jumping from my bed my head began to spin and I felt my knees go weak and stop working from beneath me, as I braced myself to hit the floor of this alien room I felt two strong arms wrap around me and although my eyes are closed I know it's a women's arms.

"Slow down there Amelia Stoke, I wouldn't rush off anywhere to soon. You caused yourself to pass out due to wearing yourself out"

Her voice spoke softly. Who coukd this be. This stranger. It couldn't possibly be Katrina, I knew what she sounded like even if she was a mile away. Openning my eyes slowly as I steady myself, I open my eyes to see this complete stranger. Pushing her away and me landing back on the bed I gather my wits and stand, sizing her up.

"Who are you creep? And where on heaven and earth am I?" My voice raspy voice fills the silence and I regret almost immediately as her eyes turn a cold steal grey.

"My name is Arinesa, I heard your prayer and was sent to help you so why don't you shut your mouth and be more thankful. If I hadn't gotten to you first and killed those five police officers Lord only knows what would of happened to you!"

Seeing this girls anger rise I couldn't help but flinch away slightly. My speech becoming less strong and more like a mouse. "You killed five police officers?"
Moving away from her I kept stepping back, my fight or flight senses kicking in, and they are telling me to spread my wings and fly my pretty little ass out of here.

"You watched your entire family get killed and, magically, not one of your neighbours called the police and the second you do the police hang up on you. Haven't you thought about that. It was a planned killing, every witness, every member of the police force in on it. The murder of your whole family, but you survived" watching her as she stepped close to me, my back to the wall and yet she still got closer, God. Didn't she know about personal space? "And what did you do?" Listening to her continue, "you rung the damned police letting them know they that the job wasn't completed, practically signing you own death sentence. Of course I had to protect you!"

Hearing her shout it suddenly shakes me into the present. "Wait. You said you came when you heard my prayer what did that mean?" Arching my eyebrow at her as I watch her take a few steps back I swallow.

"I heard your prayer because I am an angel."

She stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like I was dumb for not initially going with that conclusion. Sorry I'm sane! Well.. Sort of. Okay okay, enough not to jump to that conclusion.

"An angel? You expect me to believe that? Seriously, after what I just witnessed!"

Watching her shake her head in disappointment made me feel worse than I should of done. What can I say I'm a sucker for ginger haired girls.

"You are a child of little faith, or maybe you have no faith at all, and that's the problem"

Rolling my eyes, the next this I knew the light was flashing and it looked like shadows in the wall in the shape of huge magnificent wings, I couldn't help myself. Spinning around I followed the pattern with my eyes stopping when I'm back facing her. Soon after she hides her 'wings' again.
The part of me that wants to believe this to be true was nagging. However I am British, which means I am part of a nation of complainers and pessimists so there is no way I will just roll over onto my tummy and accept this.
"There is no such things as Angels, but if they were where were you when my family was being ripped apa--"
Just as I was about to shout and scream her hand covered my mouth and my eyes widened in shock as she silenced me. A few men walked into the room. The next thing I knew I was shoved out of the way as I watched her turn one of the guys knife back on them, later to take the knife and stab the other in the throat.
Gasping my hands covered my mouth as I watched her slaughter over 10 guys without even blinking. "You can't just kill people like that!" Screaming was probably the worst thing I could do. But for reasons I didn't think she would attack me.

"Why not? They were going to kill you. I was protecting you."
The shock on my features must have been so clear. How could she think that that makes murder okay.
"Well.." I started, "because we have to be better then the. That's why."
Feeling sure of myself I nodded at her. Watching her snap her fingers the bodies disappeared.
"Human life is tiny. You are all snakes, liars and greedy. I was doing this world a favour getting rid of 10 more men who were only adding to the destruction here."
Shaking my head, I couldn't help but consider what this... Person was saying. We are just destroying the world. But that still doesn't mean we deserve to die. And anyway, it looks like I'm going to be stuck with her for a while, because quite frankly I'm going to need her round to help me find the people that ordered the death of my whole family.

"By the end of our time together, I will make you realise the love you have for humanity."

A few hours past since I said that to her, however she didn't say anything in return. But I know she's thinking about because there's a specific little smile that played on her lips when I said it, like a secret smile and every now and then, when she thinks I'm not looking I catch that secret smile.

We've been travelling in this car for an hour or so now, after we stopped by Primark to pick me up some new clothes of course. She tried to get me to go to Topshop and things, but all the cool fandom tops and jumpers are in Primark. Even-though I'm 18 I'm only like 5'2 or 5'3 so I can still get away with wearing these types of things.
As we drive past all this scenery I can't help but keep looking at her, she seems so calm and collected, like nothing you could do would make her show emotion. Yet looking at her I can tell that she has felt loss. For some reason I feel more sorry for her than I do myself. Yet she barely looks at me.

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AN
Next chapter will be Arinesa's POV. I hope I can write her so you like her.
Hah that rhymed.