Those Who Show Mercy, Don't Receive Any

Chapter 2: A Parasite In The Form Of An Angel

Tweek Tweak

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I was recently assigned to my church to check the conditions and all the needs to be met and how there would be church services there on behalf of a family. The Tucker family. To them, I am forever grateful that my church is in a stable condition. Today I must enter the premises because my church needs more holy spirit for it to help the pastors and priests who are human be able to fend off the demons. Just as I had arrived a church service was being held. A black-haired young adult with green eyes like a willow forest spoke on and on about helping others and reciting quotes from the bible itself.

He began with "Our dear lord and father wanted us to help one another in desperate times of this unfathomed world where both demons and angels roam. Hebrews 13:16: "And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased." God will forever be grateful for everyone's help and loyalty from his followers. Luke 6:30: "Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who takes away your goods do not demand them back." In this verse even if they want from you it might have been because they so desperately need it." Then the black-haired boy stared right at me, smiling with his beautiful green eyes glancing towards me and then he faced the crowd as if nothing happened. I could have sworn that I had concealed my presence. The strange yet honest fully breathtaking human had then continued with his speech following another verse.

"Deuteronomy 22:4. You shall not see your brother's donkey or his ox fallen down by the way, and hide yourself from them: you shall surely help him to lift them up again." He then turned to me, I was twitching like crazy in the ceiling. I was sure that he had seen me, but how? I then looked around and pointed at myself in confusion hoping that he didn't see me. He then nodded and whispered, "Introduce yourself." And there came my time to introduce myself just as I jumped. He looked way too peaceful, yet graceful. I let my wings fly out. I guess judging by his reaction my performance was amazing. I saw from a mirror across the church I saw my reflection, My six wings, and my halo with an eye centering it.

"Hello my fellow people, don't be afraid because I am an angel. My name is Tweek Tweak and I bring my words from God himself who in all his divine power has given me a church. I will be here for at least two or three years if possible. Thanks to this lovely pastor here I will forever be - AGH..." I twitched... I twitched in front of the audience. I felt embarrassed.

" I'm sorry but this lovely angel here is having some difficulties. Thank you for coming to the church service and this special guest Tweek Tweak. Give a round of applause." The boy spoke and a recording of the heavenly gospel played in the background. As everyone applauded and began to leave we stood there in silence, but I could see that the raven-haired boy was eyeing my wings and halo with such divine gracefulness. Just as everyone had left he turned to me and spoke,

"My, what beautiful wings you have, so soft and delicate. I've never seen anything like it before!" He said with such truthfulness I couldn't help but blush a little. Compliments weren't my strong suit in fact when I got compliments, I would embarrass myself in front of everyone being even more humiliated.

"Thank you, umm what's your name?" I asked the black-haired boy. He seemed like a very nice guy. I would like to be friends with him, someday. The first human to be friends with an angel like me. How weird.

"Craig" he spoke in a low tone. Like in a serious type of way. "My name is Craig Tucker." He said. Craig, it seemed familiar as if I had read it somewhere. In a book maybe but he was a Tucker. That family is well known for the fact that they are angels who most of the time flip each other once in a while, but they take great care of the church itself. But this member was a new one. I never knew that the Tucker family had a son.

"Are you a part of the Tucker family?" I had asked and I still wonder how he was able to see me when I had concealed my presence. It makes me wonder to the core.

"Yes I am a Tucker, well I am adopted by them but I find myself to be one of them." He said being as honest and pure as a dove.

I saw myself liking him little by little. He was honest, loyal, and overall a gentleman. His appearance is fair and attractive too. I will enjoy his company for the years I will have him for.

A week has passed and I am currently living in the church itself, but lately, he was starting to kinda scare me. He just kept staring at me intensely at every movement I did with my wings and every training I did as he tended to the church. Most of the time he would hear music. Just as I was resting on one of the Catholic benches he passed by me and his earbuds had disconnected. What I heard was rather not so out of pocket but weird nonetheless. The lyric I heard was something like,

The time is right, your perfume fills my head,

the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

by saying something' stupid like, "I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

I was rather astonished and the way he turned to face me was even menacing. As he grabbed the earbuds I could hear his breaths near my ear and all he said was,

"Tell anyone about this and I won't hesitate to slit your throat." The gentleman I saw that day was either a fluke or a complete lie. That man I saw is gone. Erased and all I could see was him walking down the aisles of chairs and just pouting as his ears turned red behind that blue chullo he had. I can tell he was embarrassed. I would be embarrassed to but why was he listening to such unholy things to begin with? The first week was awful as all he did was just ask "How was your day." And "Goodnight/Good morning" and nothing else he would then just ignore me. Then the second week he would just stare at me with hate yet admiration. I can see his thoughts like an open book. I would most likely read that same book. The third week I WAS MAD TWEAKING. When I was tweaking, he was there to bring me things and other objects to help with it. Almost as if he can read me as well. He then later found out I had ADHD.

All I thought about for the next three weeks was why was this youth pastor avoiding me like the plague. Was it about the earbud incident? Ever since that incident, he has refused to talk to me and all he would do is just avoid me one time I even walked into the church and he was already on the ceiling eyeing me like a hawk. What a weirdo I thought. Such a weird human.