Promises (Angelhusk story)

chapter 11 pt 2

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The following days were a blur of tension and fear. The rival gang’s attacks escalated, becoming more coordinated and brutal. The hotel staff and residents were on edge, every shadow and noise a potential threat. Angel and Husk barely had a moment of peace, their once joyous honeymoon phase replaced by a grim determination to protect their home.

One night, as the hotel slept fitfully, a loud crash echoed through the hallways. Angel and Husk sprang out of bed, hearts pounding. They rushed to the source of the noise, finding the common area in chaos. Furniture was overturned, and a window had been shattered, shards of glass scattered across the floor.

Charlie and Vaggie were already there, trying to restore order. “Everyone, stay calm!” Charlie shouted, her voice strained but authoritative. “We need to get everyone to a safe place.”

Angel’s gaze darted around, searching for any sign of the intruders. “Where are they?” he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.

“They’re gone,” Vaggie replied, her eyes dark with worry. “They left a message, though.”

She handed Angel a piece of paper, the words scrawled in menacing red ink: “This is just the beginning.”

Angel’s blood ran cold. He turned to Husk, who looked equally shaken but resolute. “We need to find these bastards and put an end to this,” Husk said, his voice low and dangerous.

As the night wore on, the group gathered in a makeshift war room, poring over maps and intelligence reports. Alastor used his connections to gather information about the rival gang, while Cherri Bomb devised plans for counterattacks. Despite their best efforts, the sense of impending doom hung heavily over them.

In the quiet moments, Angel and Husk clung to each other, their love the only solace in a world that seemed to be crumbling around them. But even that comfort was being eroded by the relentless pressure and fear.

One particularly harrowing night, Angel found himself unable to sleep. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Husk, and wandered the darkened halls of the hotel. He ended up in the chapel where they had been married, the memories of that joyful day a stark contrast to the turmoil they now faced.

As he sat on a pew, lost in thought, he heard the soft creak of the door opening. Husk stepped inside, his expression weary but filled with concern. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, sitting beside Angel.

Angel shook his head, feeling tears prick at his eyes. “I’m scared, Husk. I’m scared of what’s happening to us, to everyone we care about. I don’t know how much more of this we can take.”

Husk took Angel’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m scared too. But we can’t give up. We have to stay strong, for each other, for our friends. We can’t let them win.”

Angel leaned into Husk, finding solace in his warmth. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

“I love you too,” Husk replied, his voice equally filled with emotion. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

The next morning, the tension reached a breaking point. The rival gang launched a full-scale assault on the hotel, their numbers overwhelming. Alarms blared, and chaos erupted as residents scrambled to defend their home.

Angel and Husk fought side by side, their love for each other fueling their determination. But as the battle raged on, it became clear that they were outmatched. Just as hope seemed lost, a deafening explosion rocked the building, sending everyone sprawling.

In the aftermath, Angel found himself lying on the ground, ears ringing and vision blurred. He struggled to his feet, searching frantically for Husk. He spotted him across the room, pinned beneath a fallen beam, blood trickling from a wound on his forehead.

“Husk!” Angel screamed, rushing to his side. He tried to lift the beam, but it was too heavy. Tears streamed down his face as he called for help.

Charlie and Vaggie appeared, their faces etched with horror as they worked together to free Husk. Finally, the beam was moved, and Angel cradled Husk in his arms, his heart breaking at the sight of his injured husband.

“Stay with me, Husk,” Angel pleaded, his voice choked with sobs. “Please, stay with me.”

Husk’s eyes fluttered open, filled with pain but also love. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, reaching up to touch Angel’s face. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

As the medics arrived and began to tend to Husk’s injuries, Angel felt a renewed sense of determination. They had faced darkness and despair, but their love had not wavered. They would rebuild, they would fight, and they would survive. For each other, and for the future they had promised to share.