Your worst Nightmare

The guardian

My boyfriend wrote this one...

Told me that it is super long!

It was a memory that stuck with him like a fly stuck on a fly strip. What was he, around seven at the time it happened. He was playing by the dumpster behind the old grocery store. They had built a giant Wal-mart superstore in the area but his mother refused to shop there. She felt that the conglomerate chain store lacked the personal care that the local store gave and in a sense he supposed she was right. But the local supermarket was located in the seedy part of town. Crack dealers peddled their wares across the street on the corner. Prostitutes showed their tits to passersby. Police cars patrolled the streets but never seemed to slow down. It wasn't uncommon to hear gunshots in the distance. But to his mom, this was the best store in town. She always told Scott to stay in the front of the store if he was going to wait outside for her. Never go in the alley. There were monsters in the alleys. And in a sense she was right as Scott would soon find out.

Scott had a fascination with butterflies. Well, really he was interested in anything with wings. Scott decided to wait on his mother outside on this particular visit to the store. It was a beautiful day and he wanted to watch the birds. As he waited for his mother on the curb in front of the store, one of the most beautiful butterflies flew past. It had one of the biggest wing spans he had ever seen. It was truly an outstanding specimen. It fluttered past him and flew into the alleyway between the store and the building beside it and landed on a bunch of crates in between. Scott watched. He was entranced by the markings on the wings of the butterfly. He felt he needed a closer look. But it was in an area he was forbidden to enter. If he just went to the edge of the alleyway, just inside the entrance to the alleyway, he should be all right. Scott decided to take a quick look. The butterfly took flight again and landed at the end of the alleyway. Scott figured if he went halfway down the alley everything would be fine. He could run and get away from any danger with that short of distance. He stood up from the curb and made his way to the alleyway.

He stood at the mouth of the alley between the two old buildings. He could hear his mother's voice ringing in his head. “ Stay out of the alley. There are monsters that live in the alleys.” It thundered in his brain. Scott took a deep breath and made his way into the semi dark alley. The butterfly sat at the end. It's beauty kept Scott moving but he could feel his heart beginning to race. Something didn't feel right. That's when Scott heard the raspy breathing from a dark doorway behind the dumpster located in the middle of the alley. Before Scott could turn to run, a dirty homeless man wearing shredded clothes and smelling of chemicals leapt from behind the dumpster and threw himself on top of the boy. The man was too heavy and too strong. Scott couldn't move. Hot stink flooded from the man and invaded the young boys senses. Terror stopped any sounds from escaping his throat. He refused to look at the monster that lay on his back and weighed down upon his body. A deep boyish giggle filled Scott's ears. Tears welled in his wide opened eyes. He could feel the man loosen his pants and the breeze when it brushed his naked flesh. Then it happened.

The entire alley lit up. Not just lit up but became illuminated. Everything in the alley seemed to glow. There was a loud swishing sound as blood covered the back of the boy's head. Instinctively, Scott threw his hands over his head and lay trembling in the gravel. The homeless corpse fell to the ground. A voice more beautiful than he had ever heard filled the sky. “ Turn and look upon me. I am the one who watches over you. If your life is in peril I will protect you.”

Scott rolled to see a vision too perfect to describe. A man with no imperfections. He was dressed in what appeared to be a robe made if silken gold. Armor made of what appeared to be finely polished silver covered his torso. The light danced around him. The angel sheathed a thick sword streaked in blood into a strap holster on his back woven from the same golden material the robe was made from. The headless body of Scott's attacker lay on the ground at his feet. He couldn't lose sight of the head lying on it's side, mouth opening and closing, eyes rolling back and forth. The angel snatched up the head and as his glorious wings spread radiating more light, the celestial body streaked into the sky and was gone.