Fallen From Grace (#Wattys2017)

Chapter XXVII (Part#1)

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The crisp morning sun streamed through the cracks in the curtains, giving a glimpse of the sky above. It was grey again today, dropping abundant numbers of individual snowflakes onto the pavements down below. Only a few days ago, everything had been snowed-in in the small town of Forget. It took the authorities 3 days to clear the ever growing snow from in front of every doorstep and sidewalk. That had been the first time Apollyon had been snowed in. One couldn't imagine the look of surprise on his face when he opened the door of the apartment complex, but falling back under the weight of the snow that had fallen on him.

Eleanora was by his side in a flash, concerned for him but laughed at the sight in front of her. The fallen Devil, laying on an afghan rug with his body covered in snow. She helped him up and closed the door as he looked at the mountain in front of him.

"What the hell is going on?" He had asked in bewilderment. "This isn't one of the signs of the apocalypse."

"We're snowed in, sweetheart." Eleanora smiled up adoringly at her boyfriend and couldn't help the smile at his look of utter confusion.

"Snowed in?" Apollyon asked as he followed her back up the stairs, still feeling the ghost of the weight of snow on his chest. "What do you mean 'snowed in'?"

"I believe that the word 'snowed in' is self explanatory." Eleanora teased as she unlocked the front door to her apartment. "They must have announced it on the news." She mused to herself silently. "We should watch the news more often."

"Come on!" Apollyon demanded from her as he followed her example and removed all his extra layers. "What do you mean by snowed in?"

"It snowed a lot over night and now every single doorway, sidewalk and road is covered in snow-as you just saw." Eleanora explained. "So we'll be housed in for a few days. Good thing that we did our monthly shopping at the start of the week, now isn't it?"

"So...we can't get out?"

"It's impossible, sweetheart." Eleanora chuckled as she patted his cheek. "The authorities will take care of it."

"B-but....it's going to be boring!" He called after her as she had walked away from the foyer and towards the bedroom.

Currently the young teen lay on his stomach, sleeping in content. He shifted as the limited sunlight hit his eyes before a ruckus sound of pots greeted his ears. Groaning, he lifted his upper body off the bed as he rubbed his eyes drowsily, hearing the sound of clanking pots outside. Glancing at the bedside clock, he wondered why Eleanora was awake so early.

With a disgruntled sound, he flopped back down on the bed with his arms stretched out on either side of him, his eyes fluttering to a close. Suddenly they snapped open as he felt something against his palm. Looking beside him, his eyes widened in panic as Eleanora lay beside him, her face buried under her pillow.

Instant panic and concern welled in Apollyon's chest as he threw the covers off his legs and hastily threw open the bedside drawer. Rummaging through the contents he found the Glock hidden in the back as he opened the bullet chamber, satisfied to see the slots full with bullets. Eleanora shifted behind him, groaning in annoyance.

"Stop making that awful commotion at this ungodly hour, Apollyon!" She groaned into the pillow.

"It's not me." He leaned across the bed to whisper in her ear.