Mal'Ahk "The Origin"

Chapter 7 (Rough Draft)

Michael stood there at the door of my office and had this saddened look on his face. "Mark, I can't believe you gave them only thing we had on Satan's seal." Just then my computer beeped. "What's that?" "That is my computer it has finished the analysis." "Wait, how did it do that if you gave them the seal?" "I gave them the seal, but I kept the samples. I knew that he was going to kill my mom no matter what so I figured if we kept the samples we didn't need the seal anymore." "So they don't know you kept the samples?" "No, and they won't know because as soon as we get the answers we need we are going to destroy the samples." Michael nodded an agreement. He came over to my station and stood behind me to see what the results were. "Wow, this is amazing. It would see that the seal is a form of ink. Which would explain a lot." "Ink? What does that mean?" "Well this ink is commonly found in one item, tattoos." " So they use the ink from tattoo artist. I don't quite get where you're going with this." "Think about it Michael. Why would they be using ink in the first place." I looked as I could tell Michael was struggling it's this. "They administer the seals by way of tattoo." "Oh, my word. That is brilliant. It makes sense the humans go in there and get a tattoo and the demons possess them." "Yeah, it is quite brilliant I'll give them that." "Is there a way to trace the ink to which tattoo parlor." "Well I can tell you this. This particular ink is only found in two tattoo parlors. So we can bet one of those if not both may be a front for the Demons to administer the seal to the humans." "Mark you may very well have saved the human race after all. If we can destroy those tattoo parlors then we will stop them from administering the seal the humans. Thus freeing them from there slavery to the demons." I could see that worry leave Michaels face and he seemed enlighten by what I told him. We flew out of the office through way of the broken window. On our way out I looked back to see Michael put the window back the way it was. We both landed on the ground next to the building. We pulled our wings back inside our backs. As we were doing that Michael noticed there was a cut on the side of my suit jacket. "What happened here?" "Oh, my mom's demon stabbed me with one of her dagger like blades." Michael pulled the jacket up and looked at the wound. It was all healed and no scar or blood was showing. "Amazing so I guess you healing quickly is another one of your powers. This is amazing Jesus did an awesome job on you." "Yeah. I can't complain. To be honest I didn't know what was going to happen when he stabbed me. I thought at first I was going to die, but then I felt the fire burn inside me and the pain went away." I lowered my suit jacket and then gave one swift movement of my right hand and time was moving again. "So we need to check out the closest tattoo parlor." "I agree Mark, why don't we hit up Spades Tattoo Parlor over on Jefferson St. It's closer." "I agree, let's get a taxi." "How will you pay for it?" Michael looked at my hand go into my inside coat pocket. I pulled out some cash. "Hey, where did you get that?" "Jesus sent it to me. I mean after all I don't have a job remember. I need cash to get around and we can't keep freezings time to get around." "Okay...he never gave me cash before." I looked as I could see a bit of jealousy come over Michael. If it wasn't a bit odd it would have been a little bit funny. I hailed a taxi and waited for one to pull up. "Maybe I could just ask for a car. I mean it would be cheaper to just have a car paid for. Then I wouldn't have to pay the taxi drivers every time." "Good luck with that. I doubt Jesus will give you a car." "Will see." Michael looked at me with the look of disbelief and we instructed the taxi driver to take us to Spades Tattoo Parlor. As we were heading towards the Tattoo Parlor. I couldn't help to think about my mom. It was so hard to believe that the demon was willing to sacrifice her to get what I needed. To be honest I knew that the demon would have survived, but it was my Mom who would have been gone. She is the victim here and an innocent one. I couldn't risk her life over the seal. I know that Jesus is probably upset with me and I'll take the punishment that follows, but deep down inside my heart. It was telling me that what I did was the right thing. No human life is worth the seal even if it means to lose one. The taxi driver stopped in front of Spades Tattoo Parlor. Michael and I get out of the taxi. I reach over to the drivers window and handed him the payment for the ride. "You know if I had a ride I think I would want a black BMW. I think that would be nice." "Yeah, the idea is to not draw attention that kind of car does. I mean you already look like a fed by the way you are dressed." "Well what's wrong with that Feds get what they need by the authority they carry. A lot of people don't want to bring the government into there lives so they will say and do anything the feds ask them to." "You humans have very interesting ways to do things." I laughed a little when he said that. I guess we humans do things a bit different then the angels do. They just go in and get what they want and get out. I open the door and see a couple of big stalky guys standing on each side of the front door. There was a customer in the chair and a tattoo artist putting a rose on the customers left upper arm. The whole place smelled like ammonia. Which is a chemical they use to clean there needles. The tattoo artist gets up out of his chair and turns towards us. "Do you guys have an appointment?" We looked at each other. Then I heard this strange voice inside my head. (Since you found this place why don't you do the talking and I'll lead,) I heard Michael's voice, but his mouth never moved. Okay that was different. (It's telecommunication. It's another power the Angels have.) I turned towards him and gave him an I get it look. "No, I would like to schedule one though." The Tattoo artist went up to the check desk and looked at the client sign in sheet. "Uh, Caitlyn will be finished with her lunch in about 10 minutes. You're welcome to wait for her if you'd like." "Sure that is fine." "Your name?" "Oh, it's Mark." "Okay Mark have a seat and she'll be with you soon." Michael and I went over to the sit and sat down. "Why didn't you just ask him if they do the seal." "Because Michael, we need to be careful. We know they are not demon possessed and that there is a slight chance this place doesn't do it. Once I get in the chair I'll be able to show the tattoo artist the tattoo I want and then we'll read her reaction. Besides I'm not getting any bad feelings about this place." "Well you couldn't be wrong." "Do you feel anything?" Michael looked at me and even though I couldn't see his eyes through the glasses I knew he didn't feel anything. I glanced over at the two heavy stocked guys standing guard at the door. I then looked around the shop to see if anything drew my attention. "So it must be nice to have guards to watch over you while you work." The sound of the tattoo gun was drilling away. "Yeah, that is my insurance. You can never be too safe in this part of the town." "I bet. Have you had any crazy's lately?" "Nope, and if I did to be honest I wouldn't tell you about it. I would have my guards handle it." It wasn't until then I realized who he thought we were. He thought were the feds so the disguise was working. A motion from the back caught my eye. It would seem that Caitlyn is finished with Lunch. I noticed as she went to the sign in sheet to see who here next customer was. She was very diverse with tattoos all over her body. From her arm to her hand it was littered with tattoos. She had a nose piercing that reminded me of the something you see in a bull. Her hair was tie died a blue and pink color. She truly looked like she did tattoos for a living. "Mark?!" I got up. "Follow me please." I could see from her eyes there was no red in them. So safe to say that this place wasn't the tattoo parlor we were looking for. However I wanted to get as much information as I could from her. Michael got up and followed me back to the room. As we walked past the customer in the chair and headed down the hallway to Caitlyn's room. She taps her chair in the center of the room. I assumed she meant for me to sit down. "So what are we getting today?" "Well I found this pattern online and was curious if you could do it?" I reached for my phone and pulled up the picture of the seal. "Oh, no way. We don't do that." "May I ask why not?" "Do you have any idea what that is?" "Uh, no." She grabbed her phone and pulled up some information on the web. "It's the mark of the dark one. Nobody puts that on there body unless they worship Satan." It through me for a loop when she said that. She showed me her phone and sure enough there was the image online and what it was for. "So you don't mess with that stuff?" "Listen just because I'm a tattoo artist and have tattoos all over me, doesn't mean I'm going to seal my fate with that tattoo." She chuckled out loud. "You see what I did there. Seal my fate, I crack me up." (I think this is a waste of time. We aren't getting anywhere with this girl. Let's go.) I looked at Michael and wished I could learn the trick he was doing so I could tell him to be quiet. "Well I really wanted this tattoo. I guess I'll find another place to do it at." "Suit yourself." I got up and Michael and I were almost at the door. "The only place you're going to find anyone who does that is over at Prince Tattoo Shop." "Wait, you mean there is a place that will put this one them?" "Yes, they don't have much standards as an artist. They'll put anything on you if you pay them enough." "Well thank you Caitlyn." I looked at her and something inside me told me to tell her something. "Just want you to know that Jesus still loves you and wants you to give your Mom a call." "What did you say?" "I said that Jesus still loves you and wants you to call your Mom." Caitlyn's eyes started to get red and teary. I could tell what I said hit a nerve. I turned around and headed towards the front of the door. Caitlyn caught up to us outside. "Wait, can I ask you a question." I turned towards Michael and motioned him to get a taxi. "What is your question?" "How did you know that my Mom and I were having issues?" "Uh, let's just say I'm one of Jesus Messenger. He told me to tell you." She looked at me and got this big smile on her face. "I had done something on my lunch break I've not done in a long time. I prayed to Jesus for my mom and I to have a better relationship and honestly I didn't think he heard me. Thank you for your kind words. I will never forget them." "Well I hope that everything works out to your likings." The taxi pulled up next to Michael. "Mark you ready?" I look back and see Michael have the Taxi door opened. "Well you be good Caitlyn and if you ever need help give me a call." I reached inside my coat pocket and pulled out a business card. " She grabbed it and smiled. She gave me a big hug and then headed back inside the shop. I turned around and headed towards the taxi. "Was that really necessary?" Michael seemed a bit aggravated. "Is not my job to gain recruits? What if what I did in there could make her a valuable asset." Michael snorted and then shut the door behind him. I walked around to the other side and got in on the passenger side back seat. "So I don't think it's a coincidence that Princes Tattoo Shop is the other shop on our list." "I agree Michael, which is why we need to be on our guard now. I'm sure it will be guarded." The taxi driver asked us where we were going. We told him to take us to Princes Tattoo Shop. He headed towards the shop.