Angels

Chapter 20- Recovery

Sam's vision faded and everything when dark as everything ceased to exist.

Then his eyes shot open.

He was in some outdoorsy-area. He had no colour to him and just looked like a black blob.

He had barely any memories. He felt at peace and almost careless. There were other figures like him scattered around the area, all staring at him.

It didn't take long for Sam to realize they were crowding around him in preparation to attack.

Suddenly a voice started calling out.

"Samuel! Hello! Hi there!" a voice shouted. He was loud and Sam looked over. The man was gigantic, his head was about two and a half times the size of Sam. He had black hair and a beard, he wore a white shirt and pants that were stained with dark brown dirt. Especially on his knees and around where his hands neutrally rested on his legs.

Sam stumbled to stand up, his body sore. He placed a hand over where the wound should have been, there was nothing, if anything he felt the fabric of his shirt without being able to detect the difference between his arm and body, it was a disorienting feeling.

The man held forwards a hand and smiled.

"Come on! I'll show you around, I know you'd probably want to meet the others but I've been waiting for you to visit! Damien talks about you all the time!" he offered. Sam nervously glanced around, the others there were all giving him death glares, almost like he'd started the apocalypse. Sam stepped on the tall man's hand, it seeming like the best option.

Before his second foot was off the ground the mad started listing him up at an alarmingly fast rate for someone so small.

"Damien said you'd never visit because you're busy, I guess you cleared your schedule!" he cheered, turning away and walking as Sam steadied himself. "Those are the pear trees, they're typically a favourite of the Angels, so there are a lot."

Sam stared at all of the gigantic fruit, there was no way the Angels here could enjoy those, it would take about seven to carry them!

"There are also vegetables if that's more of your thing, Damien never stays long enough to try any of the fruits or vegetables that are grown here, but he's the only one who's ever visited and spoken to me, I guess you guys are more of a quiet type," he continued. "Oh! Come, let's greet Damien!"

The man stepped out of the garden area and into a completely different room. Revealing the garden as just the overgrown area of some massive room lined with paintings that looked like windows. At the far end of the room a door pushed open, the figure had large wings about three times the size of his body, distracting Sam from the rest of the Angel's features.

Hello Damien!" the man greeted, Sam perked up, recognizing his friend finally.

"Hi..." Damien replied. "Where is he?"

"Where's who?" the man asked back.

"Aaron you know who I'm talking about! Where's Sam?!" Damien shouted. Damien seemed upset, Sam was shocked to see him.

"Oh, the shadowed Angels were crowding him a few minutes ago," the man, Aaron replied.

Damien suddenly took off, Sam watched in amazement as he flew through the garden and Aaron followed with Sam perched on his shoulder.

"What have you been up to, lately?" Aaron asked. Damien seemed to ignore him as he shot into the clearing with all of the others, where Sam had been a few minutes ago.

"Which one is he? They're all mindless blobbed forms," Damien asked. Sam frowned, Damien thought he was one of them? Hopefully he'd recognize him when he actually saw him.

"Samuel has been here with me, so I could show him around," Aaron replied. Sam saw Damien look his way and waved.

Damien flew up and pulled Sam away from Aaron. Sam dropped down next to him and started following Damien when they got to the ground.

"Damien, are you sure?" Aaron asked as they steppe out of the garden finally. Damien paused.

"Is it true? Is he really going to start some apocalypse if I bring him back?" Damien asked. Sam was shocked, an apocalypse?! How!?

"Perhaps," Aaron replied.

"But how! What does it mean?!" Damien shouted. Sam was almost scared, he didn't want to start anything!

"It wouldn't be the first," he replied. "It used to be peaceful, but then one of you made a mistake. And then it became what it is now. If he keeps going, things will get dangerous. Apocalypse is an exaggeration."

"I know but... should I bring him back?" Damien asked. Sam recognize the story from Damien's dad, so the apocalypse double I... was going to be started by... Sam?

"That's up to you, Damien, do you trust him?" Aaron asked, kneeling down and looking at them from closer. Sam was barely listening anymore, he wanted to ask questions but he couldn't make a sound, not even through clapping.

"I don't know..." Damien replied. Sam looked over at Damien, he looked troubled.

"Come sit, relax for a while, Damien, take a break from reality," Aaron offered.

Damien shook his head, Sam was confused, Aaron seemed really kind, why didn't Damien want to stay?

Damien held Sam's hand tighter, Sam felt like he was falling as the world went blindingly bright. When he opened his eyes he was gasping for breath back where he died, looking into neon pink eyes that were full of... relief.