As Curtis pulls up alongside a rundown corn field I can hear the sounds of a raging battle. Instantly my eyes are observing the scene. In the cab I can see Michael grabbing for the hilt of his sword. As I kneel in the truck bed I start to become unsure and ask myself if I am really ready to fight against a living enemy. Considering the last time I did Andy died and for the past 9 months my opponent has been a straw filled dummy. I don't want to be the cause of anyone else's demise. I can see Eva fighting alongside Carrie. Tara is dodging blows in her wolf form as her red fur stands out like a bullseye on a target. I keep looking and see two people I have never seen before fighting together against a large demonic reaper. Unlike Angelic Reaper's who have a human statured body, demonic reapers are actually like a huge dog with dark bat like wings. They are ten times worse than any demonic werewolf or any other being. Though those are only the hatred and crime loving ones. The one who fight for good, they have a human body but keep the bat-like wings.
I tap on the window and point at the newcomers mouthing, "Who are they?" The brothers shrug unknowingly. I frown and mutter to myself. "Well let's hope they keep fighting the demoniacs and don't decide we are enemies too." Before I can talk myself out of it I jump out of the bed. In mid-air I catch myself on my now visible wings and draw my sword. I spot a reaper sneaking up on Carrie and propel myself at him. I land in between Carrie and the reaper and say, "Sorry, you're going to have to fight me." I poise myself as the reaper growls at me through yellow teeth. His red eyes glowing with hatred. I smirk at him as we start to circle each other. When I see an opening I lunge forward plunging my sword into his stomach. The reaper howls in pain and rips my sword out of my grasp and splattering blood all over me as he dislodges it from his stomach. I immediately grab for my dagger before I run to the side to grab my sword. Just before I can grab the hilt of my sword I am tackled to the ground by the reaper. I try to use my dagger to slash at it but it has my arm pinned.
I continue struggling underneath as the reaper moves its face closer to mine. Its fowl breath warm on my face and making me choke. It smells of death. Like it forgot to pick its teeth after its last meal and let the meat rot between its teeth. I try to maneuver my wings from under me to use to my advantage but the reaper is a good 300lbs and not budging. He moves his oversized canines closer to my throat and I hold my breath. I can feel his saliva dripping from his teeth and landing on my neck.
I try to summon my strength to push him off of me but all I am met with is the stings of pain as I feel his teeth break the skin on my throat. Before I can use the pain to summon more energy the reaper falls limp on top of me. His teeth no longer a threat to my life instead his dead body weight is crushing my entire body. It is taking a while for it to decompose into dust. I start to feel the effects of blacking out when the weight is lifted off of me and Michael is standing over me throwing the dead reaper to the side. When the reaper hits the ground it finally explodes into a dust cloud. Michael extends his hand to me and helps me up.
"Sorry I took so long, one second you were fine the next he was pinning you."
"It's my fault, I second guessed myself." I walk over to my sword and grab it from the ground. Michael smirks at me.
"Well I couldn't have him ripping your throat out before I could kiss it."
"What?" I stand abruptly with my sword. I look to where Michael was standing only to see open air and I growl to myself.
"Hey, bestie! Quit standing around! I could use a little help." I look to see Tara fending off a different reaper and I rush to her side. After what felt like an eternity the last reaper falls to the ground. I stand trying to regulate my breathing and look around at my friends. All of us were standing with our weapons still drawn, blood and sweat making us look like the cast of The Walking Dead.
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Of Angel Descent
ParanormalCompleted After losing her first Guardian, Nilea, had a bout with introverted depression. After her new Guardian finally opens himself up to her, she is targeted by an unknown pursuer who wants her for her rare trait. Silver Wings.