The Angel's Tragedy

Chapter 3

When I woke up, I did not acknowledge his touch. I felt around for him but he was not there. I sat up; a little too quickly and I felt dizzy.

"Destery?" I whisper.

Nothing.

The soles of my feet hit the floor and a shiver goes through me. As I walk on the wooden floor, you can see footprints in a pattern. I make my way towards the kitchen and I notice a note that had gotten swept off the table and onto the floor by the wind. I pick up the note and it crinkles beneath my fingers. I skim over the words that are written and it says:

Maia,

I went out to go get some supplies, I will be back in a little while.

~Destery

I look at the note. Peculiar. He would never just leave a note. He would wake me up and tell me where he would be going. I narrow my eyes to see across the room. I'm alone.

My body still hurts from yesterday and I slump down onto the couch carefully, so I couldn't feel the pain as much. I scan my arms for any marks or bruises and I immediately notice these black marks. I brush my fingers over the tribal-like marks that sprawled all over my forearm. They weren't there yesterday.

The door opened slightly and I turned my attention towards it.

"Destery?" My voice cracks as I speak, slowly trying to stand up and I make my way over to the opened door. I peer out into the hallway cautiously and notice that no one is there.

Okay, Maia. Okay. No one is here... you are just imagining it.

I merely shut the door, when a man bursts in. His facial features are quite similar to the guy last night. Archer.

He grabs my throat and shakes me hard.

"Where is that Demon, you mortal?" he grumbled.

"I... don't know..." I replied gruffly in between breaths.

He held his gun to my head and he growled so softly, I almost didn't hear him.

"Tell me where he is." He tried again, more sternly this time.

I didn't say anything, I just grabbed at his hand on my throat, but his grip got tighter. I saw black spots in my vision and I tried blinking them away.

"I am not going to tell you again, little girl!" he growls low once again and his eyes flash a white hue.

He raises his hand to strike me and I hold my arms up to shield myself. He gives me a befuddled look and drops me once he sees the black marks on my forearm. My vision blurred and I held my head.

"Where did you get those marks? Only a Guardian Angel bares those marks." He sounded terrified, and his face became pale like he just witnessed a ghost.

"A-An angel?" I stutter, just sitting there, paralyzed.

"Yes, why aren't you in heaven? You should be there than toying with that Demon you stay by all the time."

"I didn't even know there was one... I-"

He sighs before I could finish and examines my arm. He shakes his head in disbelief, muttering something under is breath, and my arm drops back in my lap.

"Maia Logan, I am going to have to ask you to come with me."

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