Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Andy ran out to the street, looking for some place to alert his news. He didn't even know how he would prove it, but he needed to tell someone immediately.

Andy ran through the streets, a big grin on his face. He felt it. The change of personality, the change of emotion.

"I've done it! I've proved it!" Andy said to himself, still running.

Andy ran into an alleyway, beginning to grow tired. He was never the athletic type. Andy leaned over and put his hands on his knees, and began to pant. He still had that grin on his face. Andy rested his back on a wall, and slid down it.

Andy closed his eyes, and began to think of where to explain the news, and how to. During his process of thought, Andy heard an odd sound. Wings flapping.

Andy opened his eyes, and saw a bright light infront of him. A blinding bright light. Andy put his arm above his eyes to try to get a closer look, but still couldn't see. Instead, a soft voice spoke to Andy.

"You must forget. This isn't your responsibility. Andy. . . We will give you a chance to die once more. That will restart your life, make you forget. If not, we will have to clear your brain for you."

Andy stood up, closing his eyes. "Whatever you are. . . you must know how long I spent on this!" The voice gave a sigh, "Forgive us for using force, Andy."

It felt like millions of hands graves Andy up on his feet, and pinned him to the wall. Two hand grabbed Andy's head. Andy felt pressure against all sides of his head, as if it was about to pop.

Andy struggled, wiggling his body wildly. He shook his head, and felt the fingers slip off his head. Andy screamed, and opened his eyes.

A beautiful face of a woman, smooth skin with a pair of blue eyes. Soft pink lips, and curly blond hair.

Andy moved to his left, away from the wall, and stumbled back. The light dimmed down, and Andy saw what the light was.

A woman with the beautiful face, wearing a white robe that wraps around her left shoulder, and goes down to her knees. Her curly blond hair went down to her shoulder.

"Who are you?!" Andy asked, falling on the floor. The woman approached him slowly and whispered, "Angel. One of many. Andy. . . your memory, we must erase about your past life." Andy slowly stood up, and looked behind him. People walked by the sidewalk, not noticing the glowing woman standing infront of Andy.

"They cannot see me," the lady said, with her soft gentle voice, "angels can control the people on Earth. An illusion. Andy. . . I know you were never the one to believe in us. Maybe this is all a dream? You need to come here, and let me do my job. Then you can continue your life."

Andy looked at the Angel and asked, "Rebirth is true, then?" The Angel nodded. Andy turned around to flee, but two other Angels stood infront of him.

"It will not hurt. Just pressure reaching into your skull and flushing out the memories of Isaac."

The two Angels grabbed Andy's arms, and pinned him to the ground. The main Angle walked up to Andy and kneeled down.

She placed her hand gently ontop of Andy's forehead and closed her eyes. In the palm of the Angel's hand was a bright light, blinding Andy. Andy jerked his head up, and shook his head wildly once more. He tried to raise his arms up, but a strong force held him down.

The pressure came back, becoming more and more heavy every second, as it grows closer and closer to his skull. Andy roared in pain, feeling something grip onto his skull. Andy began to kick his legs, hitting them against the floor. He jerked his head up again, and begged for them to stop.

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