Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter XIII

           

"It's locked!" Dustyn shouted from the top of the stairs. He stood at the rear entrance to Saint Brigid Memorial Hospital, only a mile from the abandoned warehouse the ethereal group used as a temporary hideout.

"Sometimes you are the stupidest smart person I know," Angel said, rolling her eyes. She strode up to the door and shoved her hand through its surface.

"Man, that was cool!" Dustyn exclaimed as he heard the door unlock.

Angel grinned at him, extracting her slender fingers from the metal object. "That's how you do it," she said and then waved the five digits in front of Dustyn.

"Hardly...Step back, fools. Let me show you how this is done!" Azazel raised an open hand. He curled his fingers and the doors flew open.

"Damn!" Carter exclaimed. "Are we going to be able to do that?"

"Eventually, with practice."

Angel sneered at the Watcher. "Showoff."

Azazel said nothing.

Dustyn entered the white corridor. "Okay? Where is it? I don't see any signs telling me where the morgue is."

Azazel sighed as he lowered his head to step in through the doorway. "This is not a movie, idiot. Do you honestly think that a hospital is going to advertise the location of their morgue on signs throughout the hospital? That is the last thing most people wish to see."

Dustyn thought about it for a moment. "Makes sense. So, where is it then?"

"On the left, the sign says 'No Unauthorized Personnel'.

Angel walked up to the door just as before, however, this time she jammed her head through it. "This is...oh, heh, I'm a dummy." She removed her face from the interior of the room and returned it to the hall. "Um, yeah, this is it."

Danny noticed the girl's expression suddenly change. "What's wrong?"

"I just saw an orb float across the hall behind Azazel."

"Quickly, everyone into the morgue!" The Watcher shouted.

The four Original Human Souls dove through the closed door, Azazel and Michael did not.

Several balls of light followed by three Grigori appeared at the end of the corridor. The golden beings suddenly stopped and turned toward the former Archangels.

"Damn," Azazel muttered. "This is going to be a problem."

"Why?" Michael whispered back.

"We can't destroy them, it will alert Holok to our presence..."

Two of the trio of Grigori thugs slowly crept down the hall trying to understand what they were seeing. All of the creatures had heard stories of Watchers, but most had never actually seen one much less two of them; one still bearing a striking resemblance to a full, pure Archangel sans wings.

Azazel stepped forward and bowed submissively. "I am only here to collect the runaways, I want no trouble with your boss." He indicated with an open hand for Michael to stay back.

The two Grigori glanced at each other, then returned their gaze to the Watcher. One of them slowly lifted a right arm, then the forearm, and finally a fist with the middle finger protruding from it toward the sky.

"That's impressive, you must have been a real rocket scientist in your past life," Azazel said, responding to the gesture.

The two shimmering beings shrugged, then turned and made their way back toward the herd of souls.