The Gift

Chapter 4: Angel Things

      "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Chris said. He wished he didn't even teleport. This wouldn't have happened.
      "Let's just go home." Dennis said upset. When they went home not a single word was spoken. Chris was in his room and Dennis was in the room that was covered with symbols in the basement. Chris laid on his bed and prayed.
      "Samandreal? I need to talk to you please come here."
      "What's wrong?" The Angel appeared in the doorway
      "Nothing really... I just wanted to know, have you come closer to finding God?"
      "No I don't think so. He doesn't want to be found."
      "Maybe you should give up?"
      "No." The Angel said in a strong confident voice. "I won't stop until I find him."

*knock knock*

      "That's downstairs, I'll be back." Chris vanished. "Hello?" Chris said as he opened the door. All of a sudden he was yanked out and the door slammed. Samandreal appeared and pushed the man who was trying to take him, he threw a hard punch to his jaw. The man got knocked over but then pulled out a blade. The blade was small and looked like an upside down ice cream cone but with 4 sharp edges.
      "I'm sorry brother." Samandreal said as he slid his own blade into his hand. The blades looked exactly alike, but Samandreal was swinging his so fast it was hard to see. He swung then a cut appeared on the mans face. Blue light seeped out of the cut as it made a ringing sound. Samandreal plunged the blade into his chest. The same blue light that came out of his cut was streaming through his eyes and mouth as he screamed.
      "What was that?" Chris asked frightened.
      "An angel." He answered looking at the body, the wings were on the ground spread out.
      "Angels kill Angels? I thought you didn't kill each other. I thought killing was a sin."
      "Well.. We kill each other, some are bad, some are good."
      "So how do I know your good?"
      "You just have to trust me." The Angel looked again at his fallen brother and vanished with him. Less then a minute later he was back and his brother wasn't. "Let's go inside." As they went inside the Angel searched through his draws and shelves.
      "What are you looking for?"
      "Something to write with." The Angel said looking through the knife drawer. He picked one up and traced it with his finger. His hand slipped and the knife cut his leg really bad.
      "Oh no, let me help... Wait why isn't it ringing?" He asked looking at his cut. It just looked like a normal cut.
      "Only angel blades can kill me and cut me bad." He said as he healed himself.
      "Angel blade?"
      "The one I killed the other angel with."
      "You all have one?" Chris asked getting up and going to where he keeps the drawing utensils.
      "Yes, to defend ourselves. Others use it to kill each other." Chris grabbed a marker and handed it to the angle. He drew symbols all around the house.
      "What are these?" He said tracing his fingers over some symbols.
      "These will hide you from the Angels. I will call you if anything new happens."
      "Call? Like with a phone?"
      "Yes I will get one."
      "Oh ok my number is 718-###-####"
      "I will text message you" the Angel said excited. "Emoticons" he said with a stupid grin. He vanished just as Dennis walked upstairs.
      Dennis looked around like he had never seen the inside of the house before.
      "You ok there?" Chris asked with a chuckle.
     "Yes. I will be in our room." Dennis said blankly.
      "Our room?" He laughed "Dude are you okay, we don't share a room."
      "I was joking. I will be in MY room." He said looking for where to go.