ANGEL WINGS

Twelve

Twelve

"How long ya been drivin' for?" Asked the Australian Torn, 'Dazza.' His name was in reality Darren, but he was the Australian equivalent of a hillbilly. He was a middle-aged man with greying hair and a tooth missing. Jordan was slightly apprehensive about asking this man for help, but he trusted Lela and if that woman said they could trust him, so be it.

"Well, we've come from New York." Jade explained.

"Well that's a fair way to drive!" Darren hooted, laughing and pulling a can of lemonade out of a bar fridge.

Getting impatient, Jordan said, "Look, we're here because-"

"I know why ya here." The man interrupted. "Ya here 'cause ya want to learn how to fight back against the bastards who threw ya out o' Heaven." He paused and took a swig from his lemonade. "Well I'm not as young as I was once upon a time, but I can teach ya a thing or two." Darren then finished his drink and tossed the empty can into the trash. He headed towards his back door, beckoning Jade and Jordan to follow.

~*~

Jordan grunted as he punched the canvas bag again. And again. And again. "Harder!" Darren called, "Ya have to hit harder than that!"

Jordan punched the bag with more force, making Jade, who was holding it still step backwards with the momentum. "Alright, that's enough." Said Darren, "Swap with Jade."

Jordan moved around the punching bag to hold it in place while Jade positioned herself to hit it. When Jade's fist made contact with the canvas, Jordan barely felt it. "Harder!" Called Darren.

And so it continued. For five hours the two practised and practised. It was getting dark and the mosquitoes were emerging when the trio headed back into the house. "Think we made some good progress today." Said Darren encouragingly. "You two can sleep in here tonight. I got the couch in the lounge and there's a spare bed down the hall."

Jordan glanced at Jade and smiled. "I'll take the couch." When he saw the broken down piece of furniture that Jordan would have burnt before he called that a couch, he was more than a little apprehensive, but the look of relief and gratitude on Jade's face made it worthwhile.

As he settled in for the night, Jordan realised that this would be the first he'd slept since his Tearing. He was terrified. He lied awake for several hours, staring at the stained ceiling and praying that he didn't fall asleep.

But as fate would have it, eventually exhaustion pulled him under and he entered the dream land. However, this time, the dream land was filled with things Jordan wouldn't have named as dreams.

They were visions of horror instead.

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