I Saw An Angel (No. 5)

Part 1

  My breathing relaxes as I kneel on the ground in prayer position. Hey Dad, it's been about 12 years since I got stuck in this wasteland. Even after all of these years you have not responded. But I'm not gonna lose hope, because I-. My eyes snap open at the sound of footsteps. Rising slowly I slip my angel blade into my hand, crouching I make my way over to the source of the noise only to find nothing. Standing at my full height my eyes dance around the area looking for anything. Oh Shit, before I could react a knife is pressed against my windpipe.

"Who the hell are you and how did you survive?" My eyes zero in on the knife pressed against my neck and a smirk slides over my face.

"It's not polite to press knives to people's neck ya' know." He presses the knife harder into my neck and a drop of blood trickles down my collarbone.

"Answer me." His voice is taut, he is obviously unhappy to see me as if the knife didn't already communicate that. I reach up slowly letting him see I was unarmed and I carefully pry the blade from my neck. Holding his hand and the knife still as I turn around to face him. HIs face screams caution and I'm sure mine does as well. Neither of us thought that other people were left, all I could find were monsters roaming around but no people with morality and heart. Taking a couple steps back I stare at him with distrust as he could be a multiple of things. There is a very low chance that he is human but one can only hope.

"If you want me to introduce myself you need to take a swig of this." I hold up the bottle of holy water I have causing him to look at me strangely. He holds his hand out waiting, carefully I place the water bottle into his hand. Taking the cap off he raises the bottle to his lips and takes a sip. Nothing happens which gives me a bit of relief, so he's not a demon but he could be anything else making me still a bit weary.

"Briar okay, they call me Briar" The boy stares at me before holding out his hand for me to shake.

"Five, Five Hargreeves" I remember grabbing his hand and smiling. I remember us talking about our lives before the apocalypse and I made sure he was human and he was. Over the years we told each other everything, no matter what happened the other was told. Which brings us to now November 22, 1963. Five and I have been tasked by the commission to make sure JFK was assassinated.

"Five are you sure you'll be able to do this?" My Partner for over 30 years looks at me with an annoyed look. Being together for over 30 years has definitely been challenging but we got through it. Years of solitude can help people tolerate others

"Yes Briar, I'm sure this will work, I did the math." I give him a look and then look down at the paper he did the math on and pick it up running over the equations.

"Five, dear, I'm almost positive one of these equations is wrong which is gonna fuck up everything for you." The now Man rolls his eyes at me resulting in me smacking lightly on the arm.

"I'll deal with it when I get back to 2019. Now come on we have to get back in position." He looks at me confused by the saddened look on my face.

"My Love I'm not going back with you," He opens his mouth to cut me off but I raise my hand to silence him. "I'll be around that area in 2019 on a hunt with my family. Find me at the Luna Motor Motel, room 152 . I'll most likely ask you to prove how you know. If I know myself I'll ask you what my father's birth date is." The puzzled look on his face causes me to smile. He takes a couple steps towards me egging me on.

"It's a trick question really, he's an angel, he doesn't have one. Be safe Five and find me in 2019, don't try to play hero." He gives me a nod before turning around and clenching his hands into fists. His hands start glowing blue as the vortex opens. On the other side I see his siblings, as he finally pushes the barrier he lands on the other side now deaged to 16. He turns around to look at me, I give him a smirk and a salute as the vortex closes.