Archangel

Chapter Twelve

"It's you." I said in a whisper.

"Ah, I'm so glad you remember me. I certainly remember you. You're the one that got away. I hope that you received my present." He said, that stupid smirk still on his face. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

"It was you. You killed that woman." I said anger building up inside me.

"Good job detective. I hope that it reminded you of your sweet, dear mother." I was trying to stay calm, knowing that he wants me to get mad.

"Let me go." I said in a tight voice.

"Now, you know I can't do that. We have to finish what we started." He said moving closer. I took that opportunity and as hard as I could I kneed him in the crotch. As he bended over with pain, I ran as fast as I could. But he pulled me by my hair, making me fall to the ground on my back, knocking the breath out of me. Before I could get up, he climbed on top of me, putting his hands around my throat.

"You are going to regret doing that." He said, his eyes full of rage as his hold on my neck tightened. I could barely breath, and my vision started to blur. I tried out stretching my arms to hit him in the face, but I couldn't reach. His grip loosened, and then tightened again. He was killing me slowly and painfully. The third time he loosened his grip, I gathered up all my strength and I quickly lifted my head off the floor so I could reach him. I dug my nails deep into his forehead, and dragged them down his face, taking skin with me. As soon as he released me, I took a deep breath and punched him in the face. Making him fall off me. I didn't waste any time, I hit him again in the face making him fall on his back. I climbed on top of him, and did the only thing I could think of. I took my thumbs and pressed them deep into his eyes. His arms flailed, trying to get me but I avoided them. I didn't stop applying pressure, until blood started oozing out of his eyes and he couldn't see anymore. But I wasn't done with him. Not even close. This was my chance to make him pay for what he did to my mom, and I wasn't going to pass it up. I looked around for some kind of weapon. And then I remembered. I dug my hands into his pockets and found the pocketknife he used on my mom. I got up from him, and restrained his right arm to the ground. I opened the pocket knife and slammed it down on his wrist, cutting all the way to the bone. And I did the same to his left one. Making sure he can't use them. I went back to him, and whispered in his ear,

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

"You fucking bitch. I will kill you." He screamed. I just smiled as I started dragging the knife along his neck. I watched as the skin spilt opened and blood dripped down. I didn't press the knife too hard, I didn't want to kill him yet. His screams and begging echoed through the night.

"You took her from me, you bastard. You took the person that I loved the most. She was all I had left." I said as tears started streaming down my face. My heart was beating fast, and my head hurt. I was filled with so much fury and I couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Do you know what her name was? Huh? It was Irisa. And that name is going to haunt you all the way to hell. Where you belong." I don't know what was wrong with me. I lost all control. I ripped open his shirt. And I wrote my moms name over his body with the knife. Slicing his skin open. Over and over. His screams to stop, only made me want to do it more. His blood sprayed on my face. Then his wings unfurled, probably an instinct to try to fly away, to get away from the pain. But I couldn't let him escape. I turned him over on his stomach. I tried to bridle his wings with difficulty. They were heavy and big. They whipped across my face almost knocking me to the ground, as I felt blood drip down my face. I finally managed to use the pocketknife to slice at the core of one of his wings making it useless, as it fell lifeless to the ground. The outcast screamed so loud, I was certain somebody was going to come over. The other wing wasn't as strong anymore, so it was easier to cut it. I got off him. As the outcast only managed to whimper a bit more until he fell quiet. I was breathing hard. All the anger drained from my body, leaving me numb. I stood up and dropped the pocketknife to the floor.

"Scarlett?" I turned around to see Michael looking at me. Concern and shock in his eyes. He looked at the outcast. I did too. What have I done? The image before me was gruesome. There was blood everywhere. I did this. I looked back at Michael.

"I..." I didn't know what to say, what to think. How could I have done this? Michael came forward, and took me in his arms where I started sobbing.

"I'm a monster." I whispered, crying harder.

"No you're not. Shh. It's going to be ok." Michael said, holding me tighter.

"Come on, let's go home." He said as he unfurled his wings. No. You have to take care of the city. Help against the attack." I said, remembering the attack.

"The attack is over, Scarlett. It was over an hour ago. My angels took out the outcast. Unfortunately, thirty humans are dead, including the president. And six are injured. They took us by surprise. We were weak, we weren't prepared. It won't happen again. I'll have more guards stationed around, and outside the city. We"ll have drills in case this happens again. This was a warning from Gabriel. Trying to tell us that he's stronger, that he has more angels on his side. And I'm afraid he's right. The lower angels sided with him. He probably promised them something. I have to try to get the higher angels to side with me." The president was dead? Then who will rule the city? What will happen? I tried to keep my thoughts organized so I said

"But I thought that all the angels already picked a side."

"No, not all. Some of them don't want to be part of this. They just want God to return. So they remained neutral."

"Oh." I said trying to comprehend all this, and to stay focused. But I was so tired and disgusted with myself that I couldn't think about anything else.

"Come on. You must be exhausted." He stated, picking me up bridal style. I was surprised, but I just put my arms around his neck and leaned my head on his chest closing my eyes, as he flew us home.