Those Who Show Mercy, Don't Receive Any

Chapter 4: What Could have Gotten Wrong

Tweek Tweak

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Everything around me was so woozy. There was fire, but it was dying down. The sounds of cursing and screaming. The sound of water... Was it even water? Or was it blood? The sound of flesh being torn. It haunts me. Where is he? The youth pastor. Craig. Where is he? Is he okay? Why am I so weak? Why wasn't I born strong? Blood. There is the smell of blood around me. I thought as I tried walking to the church I was so far yet so close. I can feel the heat of the fire dying down a bit. I wanted to find Craig. He was just a human. What if he died? Would it be my fault? I started to creep up the front part of the building. To my surprise, there were sunflowers all over the place. I let him borrow my techniques, but this isn't one of them. I looked through the fields of sunflowers, I ran to where I could see a light smoke. There he was in the middle of it. Bloodied and injured, I kneeled to the floor and tried to heal him. The sunflowers surrounding us started to throw some type of pollen. The injuries on both of us were slowly healing, regenerating I should say. He still wouldn't wake up. I was scared out of my wits. I was so mean to him. What if he never forgave me? It wouldn't matter anyway I'd still keep my ranking. But still, I was so awful to him.

I clutched him, grabbing onto him. Not letting go, for I feared that if I did he would die. I just stayed there. Even though I hate him for cursing under god's name, yet I'd still want him to be alive and well. I looked around as I clutched him. A demon. It had bled to death. Its neck was torn off. Like if it was bitten off. I turned to Craig, his mouth smeared with the red mucky fluid. His whole body tensed up. I really thought I was going to lose him so I hugged him tighter. He then let out a small cry. He was sobbing.

"Craig! What's wrong, where are you hurt, are you okay?" That's all I could say. He was bloodied almost as if he was showered with the blood itself.

"It hurts so badly, but I killed it." He murmured as best as he could. Even as he was there he tried his best to latch on to me. He was embracing me as well. I could feel his hand grab onto my shirt as he tried so desperately to not cry. I can see it in his eyes, like a foggy forest. We were there for about an hour just embracing one another as the sunflowers surrounding us started to sprinkle golden dust into the air around us. The day was cloudy yet the sunflowers shone around us giving Craig such beautiful lighting. He was still there embracing me but he was trying to not place himself near me.

"What's wrong Craig?" I asked, I was worried about his well-being after all he had just fought against demons for who knows how long while I was knocked out.

"The blood... it would stain your wings.." he muttered out. He just looked at me with a smile that could warm a girl's heart. Night had fallen and the sunflowers were still shining so brightly. Around us, the sunflowers just shined, never dimming their light. It was so beautiful. I looked around just gazing at this sight that had laid before me, but none of my techniques were able to do this. So how could it be that he managed to pull this off?

"What the... What is this?"I questioned without realizing I had spoken out loud.

"It's called Heaven's Garden.." He whispered as he too was staring around. I looked down at him as the blood was still wet and very pigmented.

"Heaven's Garden?" I asked. Heaven's Garden is a rare technique, in fact, it is very unheard of. The only one recorded was an angel user who had died so long ago for he was killed by an archangel. I'm pretty sure that user's name was Butters but It's uncertain, not a lot of people talk about him. Some say he died and some say he faked his death. All I know is that he was a user of this technique.

"It's very beautiful Craig, but... how do you know about this technique? It's a very powerful one at that." I asked, he just stared at me. He then looked away as if he had something to say.