Wendy

Chapter 21: The Bridge (2)

Rose sat still in the car. Panic had momentary scrambled her brain, she couldn't even form one coherent prayer. She could see the truck speeding closer; one car did a crazy spin and crashed into another, sending both into the Lake.

Rose gripped the wheel and bowed her head. Everything felt so unreal.

"Lord Jesus, help...I'm scared," Rose prayed as she shut her eye.

Almost as soon as the words left her lips, she felt it. Rose didn't know if it was death but she felt the calm, it was so soothing. It took her some seconds to realise she was actually singing.

When Rose turned to Margret, she noticed she looked dazed. She just sat still, staring straight ahead with a pained look on her face.

What was she to tell her? Try as she may, no words came. Maybe she wasn't supposed to say anything. So instead of her worrying about what to say to Margret, she prayed a simple prayer.

"Dear Lord, I don't want us to die," Rose muttered as she heard the trailer's loud horn blare. It was closer than she first thought.

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Abel stood by a street light, completely hidden from the imps. The white light that lazily circled him acted as a camouflage, blending him to his surrounding and keeping the hordes of imps oblivious of his presence.

He could see several angels of light darting into crashing cars and shielding passengers from death. Not all of them would make it, but they still went about saving as much as they could.

As Abel watched, he saw the cause of all the chaos speeding towards Rose's immobile car. The vacant stare of the truck driver was a proof that he was not the one in control--about two hundred imps surrounded the vehicle like bees on a hive.

When Abel peered closer, he saw the particular imp responsible. Depression was laughing maniacally as he plowed through cars, honking loudly and further confusing the terrified motorist.

"She is praying," said a voice at Abel's right. It was Hamath, the angel assigned to Rose. He was massively built with fierce Arabian features and otherworldly golden eyes.

Abel nodded at Hamath's words. He could feel it too; the prayers of the saints was like a spiritual fuel of sort.

Jade joined them and stood with her prongs gleaming like white fire. "I smell Bermuda all over this. The coward sent his minions," Jade spat as she glared at the small multitude of rabid imps. They flew about spreading confusion and laughing about it.

The sight and smell of them was disgusting. Abel could totally relate with the sour expression Jade wore.

Since they were still invincible to the forces of darkness, the trio took their positions swiftly.

Hamath held two glowing Roman whips, and Abel twirled his swords expertly with eyes fixed on the imps that surrounded the truck. Jade simply stared ahead as she tapped the base of her weapon on the ground, causing sparks to fly about.

They had unfurled their glowing wings for the mission. Since the flight appendages were tougher than metal, they acted as shields that blocked out the enemy and delivered jabs strong enough to send imps to the bottomless pits.

"Now!"

At Hamath's command, they rushed forward, revealing themselves at the last minute as they struck. In a blur of light, Abel sliced through the small crowd of imps like hot knife on butter. They shrieked but remained in their position.

As Abel sliced away, he could hear Hamath's whip tear through the repulsive creatures with loud snappy sounds. Sparks flew and tendrils of darkness floated about before disappearing in the spiritual air.

Abel gritted his teeth when he saw that the truck driver still had the blank stare and was getting closer to the saint's car. He forged ahead, moving his swords in a blur and tearing imps off his back deftly as he went.

It was as only when he reached the windshield that the trucker's eyes seemed to clear from it's haze. Abel sighted Depression dart out of the man then disappear immediately. He noted the imp's abilities had been enhanced.

When the remaining imps who survived the angels' attack saw Depression had fled, they began slinking into shadows. Abel didn't bother chasing them, he was more concerned about the truck that now seemed to have lost brake control.

"Go for the air brakes," Abel said. Hamath nodded then swiftly disappeared under the truck.

Pressing his back against the moving truck, Abel buried his swords in the engine of the vehicle and pressed his sandaled feet to the floor. The vehicle's speed gradually reduced then stopped only inches from Rose's vehicle.

Arranging his robe around his lean frame, Abel allowed his white feathery wing fold and disappear in a burst of light. When he stepped towards the car, he noticed the lock and window had been tampered with.

As if to prove his point, Abel saw a flash of green from the corner of his eyes. An imp. Abel let it go, he knew getting the door opened was more important than chasing after a little demon.

Abel's white robe immediately changed into black jeans and a grey shirt as he approached the saint's car. When he tapped at the window, he saw Margret jump and push herself away. She looked like she had seen death face to face.
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Margret frowned at who stood at the other side of the car's door. It was Abel. What was he doing here?

"Abel?" Margret asked in surprise, his knock at the window had terrified her.
Abel nodded and motioned to the door.

"It wouldn't open. I don't know why," Margret said in a shaky voice. She could hear Rose thanking Jesus under her breath.

Margret still found it hard to believe the speeding truck hadn't made it to them. She knew the accidents behind them would be so terrible, she didn't want to think of the scores of dead. It was too much for her dazed mind to consider.

When Margret heard the door click open, her brows shot up in surprise.

Wha...

"How?" She asked in surprise.

"Here, give me your hand," Abel said as he offered her a hand and pulled her out of the vehicle.

Margret's legs felt like jelly when she stood. She refused to look behind her, she couldn't get herself to. The air smelt of burning rubber and blood.

"Margret!" Rose ran to her and hugged her. She was weeping profusely. Margret hugged her back and found herself crying too. She was so grateful they were alive.

When Margret glanced behind her, she shut her eyes immediately. She spotted about twelve cars, all mangled and some were burning.

"How come the door refused to open, even the windows seemed stuck? That is so strange." Rose's voice trembled as she asked her question.

"I don't know. Abel opened it as if it was not the same door that trapped us in."

"Abel? Who is Abel?" Rose pulled away from the hug and looked around.

"He is right here..." Margret's voice trailed off when she saw Abel was nowhere in sight.

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Hello people,
There's been times I found myself in dangerous situations but God always saved me. I like to imagine He sent His angels (He love me that way😄😍) Haha.

Anyhoo, did you enjoy this chapter? Comments and vote would be like chocolate to me.
Much love... 😚❤