Start Running

COMING SOON: Start Running - xCheckeredEcho 

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     My prey was slowly coming into her room, her dirty blonde hair coming into view. Angelina Truffman, age seventeen, female, single, two younger sisters, one older brother in college, and a mother. She froze in tracks as if she'd felt my cold prescence. Smart girl. I blew a gust of wind her way, making her shiver.  

     "Whos there?" She hesitantly asked, her voice slightly shaking. 

     I let out a dark chuckle. Making myself turn visible, she turned around and found me sitting on the top of her dark drawers. 

     "I am." I laughed humorlessly. Her eyes widened at the sight of my black cloak, my hood over my head. She started backing up when I jumped off, landing on her carpeted floor with the grace of a cat. My steps were predator-like, increasing her fear. My footsteps were silent, her whimpers slowly getting louder. I could practically smell the fear radiating from her. 

     "Prepare to die, Angel." I sang. Her back hit her wall, telling her she had no where else to go. She was cornered. 

     I drew my wrist back, getting ready to get my scythe. As soon as it was starting to make its appearance, an angel presented itself. "Shit." I muttered under my breath. "No such unpure words must be spurred out of that dirty mouth of yours, Grim Reaper Lux!" Michaelangelo yelled. Other angels popped up behind them, their wings taking up practically half of the room. 

     Last time I faced an angel, I survived. But now that they've sent Michael and his gang... damn. "Prepare to be punished by the brother, god and the holy spirit!" He chanted. I groaned. Could those words be more rehearsed? Please, you could just attack me and get this over with. 

     Michael got his staff--his very, very pointy staff--and pointed it at me. Zapping a thunder bolt towards my direction, I succesfully dodged it, sticking out my tongue. Too slow. His face turned red with rage and embarrassment. I mean, his peers were holding in their laughter, obviously thinking they could do better. 

     "Peers!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes. Calling in back-up? How weak is that? 

     All the angels sped towards me in the speed of light. But I was quick enough, most likely by a millisecond. I turned myself invisible, slowly heading towards the mere human that was originally my prey. The angels couldn't see me, so they started zapping stupid thunder bolts everywhere. I swear, Pikachu could do better than them. 

     But then out of the fucking thousands of thunder bolts, one zapped me on my back. "Ow!" I yelled, blowing my cover. All of the sudden a lot of bolts were shot towards us, burning me like I was charcoal. Out of nowhere, my parter, John, popped out of nowhere. "'Bout time you came." I groaned in pain. He rolled his eyes and threw a rock at the other side of the room. All the angels turned to look at what happened. Stupid angels. 

     He transported us out of there and back to hell, in Satan's office. 

     "Lux, John." Satan said, with his deep voice. "I see you've failed to complete the mission." He said, eyeing me. I bowed my head in shame. I was one of the best and I lost to about twenty five angels. But he had to give me credit, I lasted longer than most would. 

     "Very well then. Lux, John, your punishment is to find an angel on Earth and kill it. If not, you are to stay on Earth forever. The time is not limited." He ordered. What? Earth? The thing that was contaminated with stupid humans? But then, with a flick of Satan's wrist we were sent to Earth.