I don't know how long I sat there, cradling my friend,
remembering his laughter, his smiling face, his vibrant life.
It feels like forever, but in reality, it must've only been minutes.
Just like the time I've known him.
A gentle hand touched my shoulder, and I didn't look up. I
couldn't.
"Why? Why would you let this happen? "
"Ours is not to question, Rachel Greenwood. The Lord has His
plans, and we do not question."
It was an unfamiliar voice, and I finally looked up, tears still
streaming.
My voice finally found its way past a whisper.
"He was a devoted man of God! He finally found peace in his
life, and you just take it away?? "
I was screaming now, but I didn't care.
"He didn't deserve to die... He deserved to live! I came into
his life and it was ruined. I came into his life, and You sent me
here!"
My voice broke, and I couldn't speak anymore. I closed my
eyes , sobbing.
"He was my friend. He was my friend, and he died."
* * * * * *
We have the girl...with her as bait, we'll lure the Champion to
her demise, and our plans can finally come to fruition.
The sibilant hiss echoed around the office, ending in truly
terrifying laughter.
"Your Darkness, everything is ready. The virus is refined, and
we have a mole in the water plant who is in our employ. This
city will be yours in less than 24 hours. "
Good. Now, set the trap with our bait, and contact your...
mole. Try not to foul this up... You wouldn't enjoy the
repercussions of your failure. If you survive my initial wrath,
that is...
The man was sweating bullets by the time the shadow was
gone. Hand shaking, he picked up his phone, composed
himself, and dialled a number.
" We are ready. Begin Operation Black Death. "
*********************************************************************
I hauled up short in the courtyard. Where do I even begin
looking for Maggie?
I was all over the news, I would have to go low profile, so no
flying. And no uniform.
I went back inside, grabbed my coat. I was still wearing my
pyjamas, but I would not, could not, downright refused to walk
back to, that room.
I would make do. Willing the boots back, I tugged the coat
over tattered, blood-stained pyjamas, folding my wings as tight
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The Guardian
Teen FictionReligious Fiction... but not preachy Rachel Greenwood was your typical teenager... until she died. Now, tasked with a Divine purpose, she leaves all that behind, and embarks on a mission to New York... and new, dangerous enemies. Edit by author: ...
