Immortals [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4:

As I entered the room all the angels froze in shock. Before the shock factor ended I grabbed me clothes from the table. The angels then came out of shock and realised what was happening. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a amber haired angel push a bright red button. Some sort of mechanism came over the door and I knew I could waste no time. I raced over to the machines. There had to be an emergency stop button somewhere, I thought. I was wasting time. There was another way to get my armour. Without thinking, I reached out my slightly tanned arms and pulled open the front of what looked like a giant photocopier. Inside, slightly ajar was my unscratched armour. All that was left was my sword, still lying on the table, oblivious to the world. As I took a running start at the door I grabbed it. There angels in the room didn't seem to be flustered at me taking it, when they should have been. Then I knew, something was wrong.

There was an awkward flicker in the eyes that looked like they were fading out. I had never actually touched one of these scientific angels. But I had to have when I stormed through the door.......I had to have felt them. I looked at Raphael, still standing outside the room. He pointed to something small up on the ceiling. I looked up to see a small projector, almost invisible but not quite.

With that I jumped up and knocked out the projector, watching the angels simply vanish into thin air. Horrified I broke through the strange mechanism on the door and ran straight into Raphael's arms. Obviously he knew something about what had happened but I wasn't gonna quiz him on it. I had had enough and tomorrow I would be out of here and fighting for whoever needed me....good or bad.

Raphael directed me back to my bed suggesting that maybe I should take a break and remember I was still recovering. He then went over to Kemp, the warrior, to see how he was healing. Kemp's bed was only about 30cm away, so I decided to go see how he was going. There seemed to be large amounts of ice coming from Raphael's hands and into the boy. He only looked about 15, same as me, but his wounds made him seem older. His neatly cut hair had fallen out of place and his eyes were closed. His silvery wings hung over the edge of the bed. It was a shame to see a great warrior lie this helplessly in a bed. When Raphael had walked away, I snuck over to his bed. His eyes slowly opened and I was met with a weak smile.

I gave a weak smile back. 'Hey,' he chuckled. I replied with a small laugh.

'Hey, are you going to go to that training camp thing?' I asked nervously. Why was I so nervous about talking to him. Well I was talking to the guy who had killed me, but it didn't feel like nervous fear. Kemp then answered, completely interrupting my train of thought.

'Yeah, Raphael says I can go. I still have to collect my belongings, but I suspect that's been done.' He smiled grimly. 'Hey,' he continued,' I know you want to know what happened in the arena but-' He stopped just as Raphael walked in. Raphael told us to try and get some sleep.

I trudged back to my uniform hospital bed and lay on it. From where I lay I could see out from a window across from my bed. The lights illuminating the wards were dimmed and the only light seeping through was from the setting sun. When the hills outside swallowed up the bright light outside I shivered. It was freezing in here. I pulled up the scratchy sheets and rolled over to look at Kemp. His grey eyes bore into mine. We stared and finally his eyes flickered close. I turned away and my white blonde hair fell over my eyes like a veil. I drifted away from the 21st of May and into the sleepy world of nightmares.