Whispers on the Wind

Chapter Three: Heaven Save Me

I couldn't believe the words that I just heard, proceeding from the vile of lips of that—that demon! Holding my spear to her throat, I pressed it into her skin, causing blood to trickle down her neck and the deep cut of her very inappropriate shirt that said "If there's a sock on the door, don't knock." What did socks have to do with preventing common decency? Always knock, it was the right thing to do. And—and why would you put a sock on the door? How did you put a sock on the door? With a nail? Wouldn't that ruin the sock and leave you with a mismatched sock that you could never find a friend for? True evil, that's what this was.

"Planning on carving them into my neck? That's dangerous, I like that," Amaya said with a wink and a side smirk that made her face appear off kilter.

I knew that demons were different than angels, but I never thought they would look like two mismatched bodies smashed together by a child. The words she said settled into my mind. "Why would you like that? Doesn't that mean you'd die?"

Amaya laughed, it even reached her dark eyes as her whole body shook. "See, that's where the fun is, risking death is quite the turn on. There's this adrenaline rush that makes you thirst for the next fix."

Turn on? Was she a light switch? Were demons just robots? That would make a lot of sense actually. Robots programmed for evil and no do-goodery. So if I killed her, it'd just turn her on and make her function better. I dropped my spear. Then what was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to get rid of her without turning her on?

The instant my spear was down Amaya bolted back towards the star bucks. My superiors would kill me if I let her get away after all the crimes she's done, but they told me to slay her, and apparently slaying didn't work on demons anymore! So I did the only thing I could do, I followed her.

Time resumed as my pausing spell wore off. I tucked my wings away beneath my clothes. There was no sense in revealing what I was. Humans were heavily influenced by hell in this generation. I didn't want to end up like my brother and exiled for having relations with a human. Like. . . What was even appealing about that? Humans were imperfect and toxic. But, from what I've heard, it wasn't always consensual, but heaven would see it that way. My innocence gave off an aura that many found attractive, that was why I was the one sent for Amaya, they had assumed she would want to be around me. Well, they were wrong.

I waited for the light to tell me to go. Several other humans walked into the middle of the street, shouting at cars when they didn't have the right of way. This was something they taught you in angel school, how to navigate between automobiles. Were these humans not taught too? The button was pretty clearly labeled. Maybe the poor souls were blind.

The light chirped as it changed, I stepped out into the street and started walking across when a car slammed into me, throwing me a few feet and to the ground. Blood stained my white clothes. I got up and brushed myself off. It would mend. I'd be okay.

"I know you didn't mean to hit me, so I forgive you," I said, tapping the hood of the white pickup truck.

"Get out of the way you crazy bitch!" The dark-haired man yelled as he pressed on a button that made an awful, loud sound.

Cocking my head to the side, my eyes narrowed. "Shouldn't you be apologizing for hitting me when it wasn't your turn to go? That would be the right thing to do."

"Fuck you! Move!" He cried, pressing the button again.

I put my hands on his hood and leaned forward, bending the metal beneath me until steam rose from the car. "Stop swearing at me and apologize."

The man got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. He towered over me, and girth wise, he was much larger. "Get your hands the fuck off my car! What'd you do?"

Looking between him and the car, I shrugged. "Just the same amount of damage to your car that you inflicted on me." I crossed my arms, placing my white gloves perfectly in my elbows. "Now, apologize."

Reaching into his shirt he pulled out a shiny object.

"Hey! Point that thing, somewhere else, you could kill someone," Amaya called, walking across the street towards us as cars zoomed around her.

The man moved it toward her and put his finger into a different position. I had never heard a sound so loud in my life. My ears rang instantly. I covered them as he did it again. I couldn't think, the ringing was so loud. What was that? What was he doing?

Amaya pushed me out of the way and punched the man in the stomach before kneeing him in the crotch and yanking the squarish object out of his head and bashing him over the head with it. She grabbed his arm and threw him back into the car and tucked the square object into her pocket.

A loud whining noise sounded.

"Oh shit, it's the cops," Amaya said quietly. She grabbed my gloved hand and dragged me away from the car and down the street. "The last thing I need is for your innocent ass to spend a night in jail learning new positions."

"Like poses?" I asked, finally able to force myself to speak, but it was so muffled and quiet to me I wasn't sure if she heard.

Amaya laughed. She continued to laugh so hard drool dripped down the side of her mouth.

I frowned. I didn't understand what was so funny.

"You have a lot to learn, angel, but don't worry," Amaya said with that weird sideways smile. "I'll teach you."