The Collectors

Do Their Bidding

"In the kitchen! Now!" Kane shouted slamming the door behind him. I had never once heard Kane raise his voice and the sudden burst of it caused me to jump and dash toward the kitchen. My face felt hot and I had the sudden feeling of absolute panic. The others were starting to gather around Kane while he opened various drawers in the tiny excuse of a kitchen looking for something. "Kane." Birdy cried breathlessly. "You have to come down, please! I can't breathe,if you continue to panic like that I think I might faint." Levi took a step behind Birdy and readied himself incase she did just that. Kane wasn't listening he just continued to pull out every sharp knife we owned along with the emergency money we kept in an empty coffee can on the top shelf.

"Kane, stop! Birdy is gonna drop if you keep this up. Just tell us what's wrong. Should we be worried?" I practically screamed over his constant banging and slamming. He whipped around, his normally combed back hair hung loosely around his face and his eye glowed in a wild sort of way. "Of course you should be worried!" Picking up one of the knifes he had just taken out, he stabbed it into the phone book that was sitting innocently on the kitchen table. He let out a weak sort of laugh, "I should have warned you children years ago." He rubbed his hands across his face. Birdy seemed to steady for the moment which meant Kane had come down some what. "As you know our kind is descendent of the Angels." We all nodded solemnly. "That was by design. We were created to do the Angel's bidding, collect the souls to save them the time. We were also created to be soldiers. That's why the moment of bravery you all showed at the moment of your death got you here. No man or woman in their right mind would send cowards into war. No, they would need the fearlessness of heros."

"So we were chosen, killed actually to be someone's guard dog?" Luke asked in disgust. Kane opened his mouth as if to disagree but said nothing. Instead he simply lowered his head in shame. "Admit it! You murdered us so that the Angels could have someone else do their dirty work!" Luke was irate. He slammed his fist down on the table with such strength that one of the legs buckled and the whole top slid sideways. "It wasn't murder." Kane said without the slightest hint of hesitation. "I saved you from a worthless life, you were always meant for this, Luke. All of you were meant for this." Luke was breathing heavily but said nothing. "Now listen to me."