The Angel's Wings

Prologue

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Its not necessary for you to read this but it is quite important if you want to know the full backstory to this book. This first scene is quite squeamish so this is my WARNING. I hope i get okay feedback tho. And don't worry. I made the first part of the book purposely shocking. The rest of the book isn't anything as gory as this first part its just so you can see how bad things got.

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I screamed in terror as I watched the thick red blood slowly ooze down the white plaster wall gruesomely. My father's warm callused hand was suddenly clutching my shoulder in a failed attempt to comfort and calm me down from my panicked state. My mother's body lay at my feet, motionless, blood flowing from her still open eyes and onto the stained carpet.

"Hurry," whispered my father, urgently pushing me away from my mother's corpse, "Hide in the closet before they find you."

I could barely move as I was paralysed in fear, "What about you?" I asked as he roughly shoved me into a wooden closet in the next room, "Aren't you coming?"

"I'll be right there, I promise," he gave me a shaky smile and shut the closet door quietly leaving it only slightly open for me to see.

Somehow, I knew that he was lying and that he would die, but I forced those thoughts away for my mother was dead and my father was all I had left and I did not want to lose him too. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but I could barely open my mouth without biting my lip from the shakes I was experiencing.

I watched him as he quickly locked each door that allowed any access to the room so 'they' couldn't enter. Whoever 'they' were. Suddenly I heard a loud thumping sound on one of the wooden doors to my left that shocked me so much I almost fell out of the closet. My father looked around, startled, before getting the message that it was time to hide and rushing towards the closet that I was in. But it was too late. The door was swung across the room violently, leaving a door shaped hole in the opposite wall. My father had ducked to avoid the flying door and was now laying sprawled on the ground with his arms around his head protectively. I wanted to call for him, but my throat was so constricted so tight that I could not muster a word.

"You people are so inconsiderate," came a smooth male voice. I looked and saw a man with spiky blond hair and cruel bright green eyes leaning against the ripped door frame, "I almost dislocated my shoulder getting that door open. If it's damaged, I'll send you the bills."

My father was quickly on his feet, staring at the stranger with killing intensity. He moved slowly away from the closet as if to draw the stranger's attention away from me. Who was this man? What is this man?

"What do you want?" snarled my father, his face going red with rage, "We have no wealth so there is nothing worth stealing."

The stranger yawned and examined his fingernails lazily, "I want nothing in particular. Just doing my job."

"Just get out of my house and leave my family alone!" spat my father, "Your kind have no business here."

"Oh, so that was your wife we killed," said the stranger his eyes widening, "And where's your daughter?"

My father looked like a mouse caught in a mouse trap, "Daughter? What daughter? I don't have a daughter."

"I see," nodded the stranger dangerously calmly. His expression turned into an expression of deep concentration as he slowly outstretched his left hand toward my father. My father gagged and doubled over, vomiting gallons of red liquid. Blood. He did not stop vomiting until he had regurgitated his own functioning organs, and only then did he lay still, "I see very clearly."

I did not move. I could not move. I would not move. It all seemed just too unreal to be real. My mother was dead. My father was dead. I had no one left. I could hear the familiar beating of my own heart in my ears and the prickling sensation in my veins of adrenaline. A single hot tear rolled down my cheek and onto my chin. You would think by watching my father die in the most traumatizing and painful way that I would be blubbering like a complete idiot and probably draw attention to myself which was not a very good idea at the time, but for some reason it was just all too terrible that I could not even cry about it.

The stranger kicked my father's dead body aside with a metal tipped combat boot. I held my breath hoping that he would not guess that I was in there. I did not want to die too. If there was a God there, he did not answer my wish. The stranger lifted his head in my direction and smiled. No, no, no! I screamed in my head which was the closest I could do to talking.

"Ruby!" he clapped his hands together as he walked toward me steadily, "How is my favourite eight-year-old?"

Before I could get my body to respond to my brain, he swung the closet door open in one quick and smooth movement. My body went into immediate panic mode. I ducked underneath his legs before he could grab me with his long-fingered hands and ran for my life to the broken doorway, my heart pounding. I hardly got halfway across the room before a felt someone's grip on my long hair that hung at my waist. I screamed and kicked at the man as hard as I could to get away. But soon he had his arms around me holding me down.

"You've got guts kiddo," he chuckled as I struggled in his grip, "I tell you that."

"Let me go!" I screamed my arms and legs flailing around like octopus arms.

He did. But this time, I did not try to run away. Because I knew it was no use. He studied me as if I were some sort of unknown alien species, and I glared at him back with as much loathing a glare could contain. He then got on one knee so he was the same height as me and looked at me in the eye. His eyes bore into mine uncomfortably but I did not drop my stare.

"I've saved the best for you," he grinned, his eyes glittering maliciously.

Suddenly I felt as if I were stuck in rock. I could not move anything at all. I tried to scream but no avail. The stranger smiled at me as he started muttering strange and foreign words at a rapid pace. I felt the skin on my face start to sting. The pain got deeper and deeper until I could not take it any longer. I screamed louder than a banshee as the spell that kept me from moving broke. I collapsed onto the floor in agonising pain. My vision got blurry as unconsciousness opened its arms to me. The last thing I remember is the stranger looming up above me, large tawny bird wings opened up behind him.

"Remember me," he whispered into my ear, "I was the one who cursed you."

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I told you it was a bit icky. Anyway so thats done with, you guys dont have to deal with anymore super gruesome (in my eyes at least) scenes anymore!! Well...much >:)

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