An Angel's Word

Kiss Or Kill?

Chapter Six: Kiss or Kill?

Recap: I almost kissed Archer, or Archer had almost kissed me, and I had almost let him..*

He almost kissed her. He almost kissed his assignment. If the Principalities found out they would re-assign him. He would lose his rank. Archer placed his head in his hands as he sat down next to Aaron, who was still pissed.

“I can’t believe you almost ki-.” Archer slapped a hand over Aaron’s mouth.

“Don’t say it.” Archer whispered desperately and dropped his head on the table with a thud. “I don’t know. Something in her eyes made me want her so bad,” He laughed bitterly as he looked at Aaron “You want to know the best thing? When she looked at me I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do more, kiss or kill her, you know, when I reached for her I didn’t know if I was going rip her apart or pull her to me.” Archer gripped the table so hard it groaned, whining that it was close to breaking. Aaron pushed his hands off the table, but the dents in the wood remained.

If Archer couldn’t protect her from himself, how was he supposed to protect her from other dangers? If Jude wanted to kill her upon her appearance would all angels feel that way? What about the ones she passed on the street, they wouldn’t know she didn’t pose as a threat, would they kill her?

Archer pushed away from the table, feeling the dire need to break something. He paced around the table clenching and unclenching his fists as Aaron watched him like someone would watch a ticking time bomb.

“Go.” It was one word, one simple command, but Archer had never been happier to do so in his entire existence; which was saying a lot.

Archer left nothing but a gust of wind where he had been pacing no more than a few seconds earlier. He ran past his new Impala and kept running, just because the wind in his ears sounded so nice, and the slight sound of his feet repeatedly smacking the pavement gave him a rush of adrenaline. Okay, maybe it had a little to do with the fact that he was running so fast that he was invisible to the mundane eyes.

There was some kind of joy that running gave Archer that he couldn’t quite understand; it gave him time to think, to vent. Archer headed to the woods; he knew what he was looking for before he saw it. The old truck was sitting there, abandoned. It had been sitting there so long that nature began to grow out of it.

Archer ripped off a limb that was attached to a nearby tree and threw it through the side of the truck. Archer felt a faint ripple that spread across his back, he immediately recognized the feeling and took off his shirt; allowing his large grey and white speckled wings expand.

He felt a fresh anger surge through his body, anger so strong that he didn’t realize the faint fluttering in his stomach as he ripped up a full grown tree and chucked it through the forest; he went to grab another tree when a shrill scream cut through the silence.

Nova- After Archer left..

I reared back to punch the pillow for the umpteenth time when I realized the fluttering was gone. Not even a slight tingle remained. I looked out the window and realized that Archer’s Impala was still here, so I left my room and headed down the stairs to find my brother alone and heading up to his room.

“Did Archer leave?” I asked curiously, even though I knew the answer.

“Yeah. He went for a run.” He answered shortly, I furrowed my eyebrows, confused by his attitude.

“Oh, okay, I was going to head into town and get a coffee from K&M’s, you want to come, or do you want anything from there?” I asked him over my shoulder as I continued in my descent down the stairs.