Angels

Chapter 32- Get Out Of My House

Sam was lounging about, waiting for someone to show up and amuse him.

He'd gotten bored of trying to track down Robert because the only place he hadn't checked was his own backyard.

He was exhausted, and he'd take a nap on any normal day but the dreams with Robert were more and more frequent. Any time he was asleep he'd see the Angel and Robert would say the same thing.

"We can be wonderful."

It would be among other comments, but it was the only thing repeated between all of the dreams. And he said it like every fourth word.

"We can be wonderful."

Even when he wasn't dreaming it would come into his mind at random intervals just to terrorize him.

Damien was going through some exam process with the school board and his dad was testing too. Sam didn't know much about it just that when he went to Damien's the walls were plastered with poetry for his dad and Damien wouldn't take a break from studying. It wasn't any more comfortable than it was when Sam was asleep.

He was getting himself into messes, too. Damien was a one-track mind at the worst times. Even when Sam would propose Damien wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen or something, he'd just cause himself pain by being turned away and then asked to quiz him on things that made Sam's brain hurt.

So Sam could barely even get comfort to calm him from his dreams. Marcus didn't really seem like someone he could talk to, either. The only person he really had to cope was Damien.

There was a knock on the door and Sam ran out of his room. It was probably Marc who forgot his key.

Sam opened the door to see a stranger and saw his bag to the side of the door. His instant reaction was to be ready to grab his knife before remembering he didn't have it.

His parents were both out working, Marc was probably still at the school, and Damien was studying.

"Uh, hi," Sam said.

"You are Samuel Michael Owens?" the man asked. "The Organization would like to speak with you about your status in the town."

"Who are you?" Sam asked.

"Samuel, we have some questions for you," he continued.

"I-" Sam started. The man pulled out a notepad and flipped it open. Sam felt threatened. "That's information you don't want to know."

Sam noticed their attitudes and postures change. It worked. He hadn't known if it would pick up the plural you or not, but it seemed to have.

"Kid's right. We don't really want to know this. It's not important," someone else spoke up.

"Guess you're right," the man said. He put away the notebook and Sam crossed his arms. He felt an odd sense of power that he wasn't used to. This was the first time he'd actually used his power on someone other than Damien after he knew he was an Angel.

"Yeah. Now get out of my house. The Organization doesn't have any reason to want to be in this town," Sam continued.

"Sorry, kid," the man said before they all left and Sam shut the door.

He didn't know what they wanted with him, that could've been something important to him. But there was no turning back anymore.

He'd completely forgotten about the dreams. He felt proud and powerful. It made him wonder what else he could do. What he could make people do.

Maybe he could even get too strong for Damien to deny so easily.