Archangel

Chapter Three

~~~~~Now~~~~~

"Let's have some fun now, shall we?"

"Let me go! Let me go! You sick freak!" I yelled, struggling to break free but he was too strong.

"Now come on, sweetheart. Be nice. You don't want to end up like you dear mom, now do you?" He said with amusement in his voice.

"Let her go." A serious voice said behind me, so I couldn't see who it was.

"Come on Michael. I'm just having some fun." The outcast said, but not as cocky as before. There was fear in his voice. Wait a minute. Michael? As in Michael the archangel, the one who is fighting for the humans?

"Do not disobey me. I don't care if you're one Gabriel's minions. Hand the girl over to me." Michael said with authority in his voice. And I also noticed that he had a British accent.

"Come and get her." The outcast said as he expanded his wings and took off, with me still in his arms. The feeling was both exciting and frightful. It's like being in a roller coaster without a harness. It would be more exciting if the person that was holding me didn't want to kill me. I barley moved of fear that he was going to drop me. And it would be a very long drop.

"Stop playing games!" Michael yelled behind me.

"Oh, come on Michael, live a little." The outcast said laughing. He started flying faster, and he was heading in the direction of the city. A couple of seconds later we were above it. It looked like any normal city, with tall buildings, lots of stores, I couldn't see much because I was too high. But I did noticed that there were no people around. It looked deserted. And that a wall was being build around the city. It was incredible how much was done in just a few weeks. I was too busy in my own thoughts, that it took me a while to notice that the outcast has stopped. And in front of us was Michael. I couldn't see his features very clearly due to it being too dark.

"Enough of this nonsense. Let the girl go." Michael said in a demanding voice.

"My pleasure." The outcast said with a smirk on his face, as he let go of me. I screamed as the wind whipped against my face. It felt like one I those nightmares where you feel like your falling but never hit the ground. But in this nightmare I was going to hit the pavement. But before I could go into another thought about this situation, I hit my head against something hard and I fell into oblivion.