The Plan of the Angels

Chapter 4

-Present Time-

Next thing I know the hall is running wild. Chaos thanks to the screams and shouts of the innocent fans. The three men or should I say exiles are turning the place upside down heading towards the stage where thankfully the boys have deserted. The one I flag as the leader grabs a mic.

"Listen up. No one is allowed to leave and if you do, well let's just say we have no intention of keeping a clean record. Now I know the one we are looking for is here. Can't hide yourself any longer Grigori, you might be able to conceal your scent but trust me when I say we'll find you sooner than later. Now hand yourself over now and we'll be a bit more merciful with these young, and innocent humans."

I mentally scoffed. Exiles are never merciful and I know I can't hide any longer. I let my power run through me and around me, catching the attention from exiles.

"Here I am. It's me you want, it's me you'll get." I say running straight for the leader then tackling him to the ground. Punch after punch before being pulled away by one of his flanks. My arms held behind me preventing me from doing any damage and receiving a punch straight to the stomach. I receive punch after punch until I kick him with my feet using the  exile's body from behind him as support. I create as much distance as possible between us. My stomach sore from the impact.

"Hell you won't take pity on a poor girl?"

"Shut it Grigori. You and I both know you can take on more. You decided to play protector to these vulnerable humans now pay the price."

"You right, but what if I was on my period? I may be a Grigori but I still have a functioning reproductive cycle."

"Enough talk. I know why you're here, and we're supposed to stop you, that is while we have fun of our own. Now come here so I could end this and have my fun."

I roll my eyes, he honestly thinks he can take me on. I'll show him, although he did say things that don't quite add up.

"Who told you I would be here? And why are you supposed to take me out? Is there someone you're taking orders from? I thought you exiles take orders from no one."

He chuckles before launching himself at me punching me right in the face before I could react. Wow, low blow. Luckily it wasn't my eye. I knee him where I know it'll hurt and when his face goes down I bring his face to my knee then elbow him at the side of his head. That'll teach you for hitting my face. Then I grab my dagger from my thigh strap becoming visible when I want it to.

"You know it's rude to avoid answering someone's questions. Next time be a bit more polite, yea?"

With a firm grip on my dagger I stab the guy to the chest and watch him melt into nothingness as I pull back. Glad that I've returned one I turn to his lackeys.

"It's a shame your friend can no longer be with us, now, willingly give up and I'll strip you of your exile powers or join you're friend in the angel realm to have your judgment. Although I wouldn't if I were you. The angels can be quite ruthless."

Of course one doesn't listen, running towards me instead. Him being an exile allows him to have supernatural speed unfortunately for him so do I and before he can even leave my sight I throw my dagger my accuracy and strength allowing my dagger to go straight through his chest. He disappears. With one exile left his confidence dwindles while mine increases. I stand in front of him.

"Choose"

He hesitates before lunging at me. I guess being human must really suck for him. Shame. I was hoping he'd be different than his fellow exiles. We fight one of his blows being particularly strong and almost crushing my ribs from the impact. That'll leave a bruise. Thing is without my dagger I can't really return him. Unless I lure him towards my fallen dagger.

"Come on Grigori having some trouble right now. Can't do much without you're dagger huh?"

Well damn, he just read my intentions. Luring him isn't an option but I can still try. Then he did something that surprised me. My dagger flew from the floor to his hand. Okay... what? My eyes must have said it all because he started laughing.

"What first time seeing a telekinetic exile?"

He looks smug with my dagger in his possession. This is going to be tougher than I thought. He then sent my dagger flying to me, but before it did I used my power, with my arm out and palm open, a force field soon surrounds me, protecting me from the potential harm. My dagger was unable to penetrate it and bounced off into the room, closer to me. That's right, you're not the only one with powers.

"A shield user, well if it isn't my lucky day. Last one I met was in Julius Caesar's time, rare Grigori aren't you?"

With my arm still outstretched, my other goes behind my back as I start backing up too. Just a few more steps.

"How great would it be if I took you out, I'd be considered the strongest one out there if I can do that. Get out of your bubble and let me end this once and for all."

I near my dagger, just a little more. But, it seems as if he read my mind, as soon as I dropped my force field to grab my dagger he tackles me to the ground, we roll on the ground and he stops us, him on top, holding my dagger. Shit. He chuckles.

"And to think, you weren't the Grigori we were after." I frown, what does he mean? I'm the only one here as far as I know.

"Any last words?"

"Yes, tell my maker I send my greetings."

And I use all my possible strength to punch him in his chest, right in front of his heart, except my supernatural strength allowed me to see my arm on the other side of his body, I punctured his chest with my fist.

"You'll pay for that."

And stabbed me with my dagger right on my thigh. I cry out in pain.  I was not expecting that. He disappears from above me, leaving no trace of him but the damage on my thigh. I sit up my hands hovering my wound. Pulling out my dagger would cause serious blood loss, but my dagger isn't ordinary. It was given to me by my maker, so it contains angelic properties, allowing it to cause damage to both Grigori and exiles. I pull my phone out of my pocket instead, hitting speed dial. He answers on the first ring.

"Hey, how was the fan meet?"

"Later, I need a healer right now, I've been stabbed by my own dagger and it's hurting like-"

"Ok gotcha, give me a sec." he hangs up and I realize I'm not alone. I look up to see petrified faces. Times like these I wish I had a power dealing with memory. I sigh. My phone rings and I pick up.

"So I managed to contact a healer, they're heading to you now. Also knowing you I contacted a Grigori who specializes with memory, don't worry they won't remember a thing."

"Thanks you have no idea how much I appreciate this."

"What are best friends for?"

"Seriously Spence, thank you"

"No problem babe, I got your back and you got mine."

I grimace in pain, then everything goes black.

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It's funny how I had this whole plot planned out in my head and then writing the story out is not what I expected. Like I am not a fighter, I do not know a thing about combat, so this chapter was a bit of a struggle. Hope y'all enjoy!