I slammed my fist onto the table, "What do you mean she hasn't come back? She has to come back. To many have died!" I was yelling and glaring at the guy who told me my sister wasn't coming back.
"She can't be gone... I promised my mother I wouldn't let her die!"
The dark haired boy awkwardly existed the room. He was a new recruit. Like most, he had discovered he was an angle on his fourteenth birthday. His name was Daniel, but we called him Dan for short.
I sighed. I shouldn't have screamed at Dan. It wasn't his fault the demons were attacking us.
The demons, also known as SlenderMen, the Faceless Ones, Fallen Angels, and many other names, had haunted the Earth for many millennia. Infact, 11,091 years. No one knows when they came. They were just there. My people, the angels (known as the Ayla to most) had lived her for a long time.
Of course, we have changed form since the beginning. We used to look like winged wolves. The Dire Wolves as the humans call them, are actually my ancestors. The wing bones are so fragile within a year they're dust.
Now we look like humans.
The demons haven't changed much, except for their attire. Long robes morphed into black suits. Odd that a demon would where a suit.
Even though we have both changed in appearance, we haven't changed in mind. The Ayla still believe what the Slender People do is wrong, they still do it.
I shudder. While I am only seventeen, I have seen, heard, and read things that not even an adult should witness.
The Faceless Ones feed on children. Eating the face, slowly, then the rest of them. Careful to keep them alive for as long as possible. Of course, they attack differently. For non-prey, they kill so fast... It's like the victim just explodes. Blood and gore is all anyone can see.
This and one last thing is why my race hates the demons so much. This last thing? It's how they create more of themselves. They lack the ability to reproduce. Instead, the carefully remove the face of a baby and heal it quickly. The blood loss symptoms never heal, however. This is why they are white.
They rarely survive.
I promised my mother I wouldn't let this fate happen to my sister. I gave my word to my mother as she was dying from a battle with the Faceless.
That battle was the reason I was here, leading the survivors on. That battle caused the death of every enemy. Except two. These two survivors were powerful. No one could beat them.
My side, on the other hand, had only thirty soldiers left. Their were of course all the children. They had their memory wiped, and were adopted out. However, once they turn fourteen the Ayla powers "unlock". Infact, they don't just unlock, they keep activating for a full twenty four hours. Controlling light and air is the main gift. And of course, most people noticed when wind is a bright golden color.
Four years late and seventy of the children have rejoined us. Five are still with us. Twenty four of the war survivors are gone, too. That's eleven angels against the darkest of creatures. Fair? No.
The only fair thing, which still isn't fair, is that the Faceless Ones are locked into a park. Maybe locked isn't the best word. They have to guard a park. It has eight pages, that when united, tell the user the weakness of the Faceless. The reason for this is because the demons used magic to get their powers, and all magic comes with a price.
We had been sending people to get these notes. No one has returned. My sister snuck out to do it. We realized when I woke up and she had left her own hand written note. It was sitting their, on the apartment table.
Toby had gone to the edge of the park. On the fence another stick man was painted. Let me explain, each death the Faceless paint a stick figure to disturb us. They find it amusing to use something so childish and innocent to voice the fact another Ayla member has fallen.
I stand up, and look around the room. It's actually my old room, but I moved in my sisters room with three other angels so we could have more space. We converted it into the HQ. The walls are a cream color, but you can't see that. The walls are covered with photos and papers. There is also a computer in the corner.
Taking a deep breath, I open the doors and walk into the kitchen. "Guys, I have a plan. A plan that will kill us, or the demons."
A/N: It's much longer than the last chapter. XD So far, so good. I plan on trying to update weekly, and stuff. Ya know? ...what am I saying?
