Hell on Earth

The Hunt

The world is burning in black fire... I look around for my friends but you cannot even see the sky, I swing my blade through a demon and it bursts into ash.... I look down, my armor in in tatters, burned away by demon poison... I scream...

"Shit.. Wake up! Zoey! You're dreaming!" Someone is shaking me, I grab the dagger on my nightstand and throw it blindly.

"Ouch." I blink, Kyle is standing in my room looking at his chest.

"Sorry..." I mumble and untangle myself from the sheets.

"What happened?" I ask.

"You fainted during gym...how was that even possible? Oh and it's Thursday." He says

"What! I've been out for four fucking days!" I yell/

"It's been eleven." I thump back onto the bed.

"Well that's even worse." Kyle hesitates and opens his mouth but I cut him off.

"I don't know okay. I don't know why it happened but I promise to give you answers when we get back from the hunt."

"You want us to hunt tonight?" I nod.

"I'm about to get some proof before I utter a vowel to you guys."

"Fine, I'll tell them. And you really should drink some..." He blushes and gestures to my shirt and closes my door.

I look down and pull my gym clothes off grimancing, the white shirt is now a light shade of gold from my sweat, a bad sign. I swear and grab a bottle of Nectar from my cupboard. I down the whole bottle quickly and glance at the mirror watching my eyes turn slowly from solid gold to a warm brown.

Angels need to have a dose of it daily. It's a heavenly drink, it dilutes our essence so our presence won't fry humans, it can also get us high. When we start leaking golden liquids like tears and sweat means that we need to drink some. It's a dangerous drink and can kill humans, but to not drink it would be even more horrible. Lets say that the last angel that forgot his dose created the Sahara .

I walk to my weapons room and sit on the floor with my legs crossed, I close my eyes and let the first stage of transformation engulf me, I don't make a sound as the heavenly tattoos sear themselves onto my skin.

I open my eyes and look at the mirror in the room, my eyes are now solid gold, i'm a few inches taller and black tattoos cover my body ending with a single flower on my cheek.

I pull on a pair of black tights and a black tank top made out of a soft, flexible material and slip on black combat boots and black leather jacket.

After throwing my hair into a ponytail. I look at the weapons in the room and decide on a gun, a dagger and a long thin sword that glowed when I touched it.

The sword was my first weapon and the only one that I had ever made, it had a single feather from my wings in the jewel encrusted hilt, heavenly runes were engraved on the metal. It hummed with energy when I strapped it to my back.

My thoughts flutter to Daniel. I scowl. There's something up with that kid, something demonic, yet not at the same time, lets hope that I can force some answers out of my victims tonight. The black haze is not natural for a human, unless.. he's possessed? But my internal radar should have rang if so. That's another thing that deludes me, why I hadn't picked up anything when the...thing was powerful enough to knock me out for eleven days.

I am interrupted by a banging on the door.

" Katarina! You open the door this instant!" I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance and open the door. I'm immediately enveloped in four bone crushing hugs. Well not really.