Ark Angel - Part Two
If you haven’t yet. Read Ark Angel Part One.
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Cranathia placed her hand on my wrist, the feeling of pins and needles starting to form, smiling at my surprise and discomfort, she explained,
“You Humans, always looking for a complex explanation in some shape or form when the answer is right in front of you. ‘Pins and needles’ has nothing to do with blood flow, it’s the lingering or current touch of your Angel protecting you. Many Human religions mentions Angels as messengers from God, when in fact we were messengers from our own race, only to be misinterpreted as the stories were retold. UFO’s and Ghosts - also us, seen as glimpses which you assume to be ‘Alien ships’ or your deceased, whereas they are just mere moments when we happened to have been seen.
I realise this is a lot to take in Kyle, but we do not have much time. This place is unknown to The Fallen, but the secrecy will not hold for much longer.” She paused, allowing me to think.
“Why are The Fallen after me? How will I know what they look like? What do I do?” I blurted out in a panic, my body tensing, eyes darting as I struggled to search the dim pale moonlit landscape around us.
“The Fallen have been awaiting this moment for years, long before the day you were born Kyle, before your parents had even met, you and the events surrounding your life, both past and future were foreseen several centuries ago, you are not the only one, the first, nor the last.” Her eyes gazing into mine hypnotically as images flooded my mind again.
A girl talking to another Ark Angel her face taut, revealing no emotion as the Ark Angel no doubt was telling her what Cranathia was telling me. “Her name is Amanda, She like you, is an ‘Astreston’, able to see the Ark Angels, able to help us rid the world of The Fallen, to help us fulfill the prophecy.” She stopped, breaking the mental connection, my arm still prickling where her hand had been touching me.
“Why are The Fallen so bad, why must they be stopped?” I asked, uncertain if I wanted to know the answer.
“The Fallen will never be accepted back into The Realm, they are now just humans with the skills and abilities of The Ark Angels, they want to destroy the Realm, and can only do so one way.”
“Through the Astreston.” I interrupted, my thoughts now racing, as the severity of the situation clicked in my mind.
“Yes. That includes you,” She confirmed bluntly.
“The Fallen are after you, and her.”
-Roaring Fox Stories
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Frozen in Fear.
It was quiet.
Her eyes opened, squinting in the artificial brightness emitted from the floodlight in front of her. The silhouette before her bending over a table shuffling items which she could not make out.
There was no noise except the clinking of metal coming from the table.
Squinting whilst attempting to see her captors features she tries leaning forward, only to discover her body would not co-operate, opening her mouth to pierce the silence with a scream to grab attention of someone who might be passing nearby she finds that only a gurgle would emit from inside her.
The silhouette noticing her struggle for control of her body approached her; “You have been injected with a paralysing toxin: “Taipoxin” freezing your motor nerves of your larger muscles, leaving all voluntary bodily functions useless excepting your eyes.”
He moved further, closer to her, stepping into the pale white moon beam passing through the window behind her, as his face became clearer, her eyes widened, her throat gurgling a deep guttural sound as she attempts to scream.
“There’s no point trying to grab attention, there’s no one around for miles…” He paused as he picked up two items, a knife in one hand, a photo in the other. Squinting again she struggled to focus on the details. Her head swaying as the paralysis toxin took more effect.
SLAP! His hand cast across her face, in an effort to keep her conscious for a little longer.
“Not yet you don’t, you haven’t seen my final act!” He whispers, his words pronounced clearly, despite the hushed tones. “I suppose you want to know why i’m doing this.” He pauses for effect, seeing her eyes droop he slaps her again. SLAP!
“I do this for two reasons, because i can, and…” Pausing again. “… because of this.” Holding up the photo to her face he smiles evilly, watching as the recognition slowly passes over her face.
“Welcome to your death, I know what you fear…”
The whites of her eyes now showing. She gurgles as he slices her throat with the long silver blade of his knife, the blood oozing from the cut and her mouth as she attempts to scream again in agony.
His eyes glinting in the moonlight, his breathing steady as he watches her eyes roll to the back of her head as she stops breathing, gurgling for the last time… Her blood pooling at her pale feet.
It was quiet.
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox)
The lonely embrace.
White, my mind blank, nothing filling it, no thoughts passing through, my senses numb, I didn’t feel, I didn’t think, I knew nothing.
All that was with me, was the static filling my ears, followed by murmurs of my name, through this white fog, I was nowhere.
I was alone.
The fog lifting around me, the murmurs becoming clearer.
“Tom, Tom? Stay with us buddy, we’re almost there.” An unrecognisable voice shouted, his voice dulled, sounding as if it had been slowed.
“Give him a dose of adrenaline, it’ll help stabilise him.” Another voice shouted, becoming even more clearer.
A stabbing feeling penetrated my leg, coursing up my torso and head, the adrenaline pushing itself through my veins.
I gasped, my senses returning as I regained consciousness, my eyes open to see two people standing over me, dressed in teal.
My head pounding, I attempted to look around, my neck unable to move..
“Woah now, don’t move Tom, we have you in a neck brace until we reach the hospital and check you out. You’ve been in an accident, can you hear me?” One of the men asked, his voice much softer than before.
I opened my mouth uttering a quiet, “Yes”.
It went black again.
I won’t ever forget that day, I sit here in the park opposite my street, three years later. My life has changed a lot since that accident, my mother’s death that day, still haunts me.
I watch a bird settle on a nearby branch, singing its birdsong to follow the sunrise of the early spring morning, the cool breeze wrapping itself over me, to be fought off by the goosebumps forming on my skin. The small bird now joined by what seems it’s partner, joining it in it’s hearty song. Awaking the natural neighbourhood.
It became an obsession of mine to awake before the sun, watching as nature began it’s day, not necessarily the healthiest of obsessions mind you…
To be continued.
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox)
Unfortunate Timing.
His eyes rose from his book, glancing at the door as he heard the three timed knock, his eyebrows furrowed; only one person knocked like that.
“What are you doing here.” He called as she entered the room struggling to open the door of his clothes covered floor.
“You really should clean this up you know Sean,” she sighed as she tiptoed across the floor, “This room used to be so neat.” She sat at the edge of his bed, her face in anguish; he didn’t notice as he returned to reading, grunting and shaking his head at her presence.
“You never answered my question.” He said, still focused on the book in front of him. His brow still furrowed as he started breathing through his nose.
Sighing again, she draped her arms around her crossed legs putting her head between her knees. A shadow covering her face as a cloud passed over the sun, rumblings of a storm in the distance.
“I have a confession to make, you’re not going to like it.” She took a breath, waiting for him to raise his head and look at her.
He continued reading.
“I’m moving out with Brian.”
His eyes shot up, wavering as the realisation hit him. The book flying out of his hands, as his body followed his head in shock, the book landing on the floor, camouflaging itself with the mess.
“How could you do this to me!” He yelled, “Why would you betray me like this?” Sitting up now. His hands clenched heavily, nails digging into his palms in an attempt to channel his anger.
“Betray you? How does this Betray you?” She returned yelling, her anger rising as he accused her. “You get what you want, me out of this place, you’ve been ignoring me ever since he asked me out!”
“Why do you think?” His voice now softening as he paused.
“I was in love with you.”
“Oh bullshit, you never loved me!” She screamed at him, tears forming at the ends of her downcast eyes, soft droplets revealing her torment.
“Yes!” He exclaimed, his voice now even softer, “I did… I never told you, because I was scared!”
She turned away, trying to wipe the tears away, stemming the flow, only to have her shoulders join them, shaking as she sobbed.
“Scared of what?” She stammered, her words forced with fear and sadness.
“Scared that you’d treat me like any other guy…. Like dirt” he uttered, his eyes downcast upon the ground. A look of hopelessness and regret washing across his face. “I was the best friend, you never saw me as anything more.”
“Of course I did!” She yelled, standing up now exasperated. “You just didn’t have the balls to do anything about it or the eyes to notice it!” She paused, getting up moving over to the door. “I gave you the chance, but you wouldn’t take it.”
“Goodbye”. She said, and slammed the door.
If he had looked closer, he would see the tears falling from her eyes, as she mouthed the words “I love you.”
Instead his eyes, now watering, had returned to the book lying open on the ground as she got up to leave. The book containing the journals of their time spent together. The page beginning with the lines:
Dear diary, today i’ll tell her what i feel.
Today I’ll tell her how much I love her.
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox, via roaringfox)
Unfortunate Timing.
His eyes rose from his book, glancing at the door as he heard the three timed knock, his eyebrows furrowed; only one person knocked like that.
“What are you doing here.” He called as she entered the room struggling to open the door of his clothes covered floor.
“You really should clean this up you know Sean,” she sighed as she tiptoed across the floor, “This room used to be so neat.” She sat at the edge of his bed, her face in anguish; he didn’t notice as he returned to reading, grunting and shaking his head at her presence.
“You never answered my question.” He said, still focused on the book in front of him. His brow still furrowed as he started breathing through his nose.
Sighing again, she draped her arms around her crossed legs putting her head between her knees. A shadow covering her face as a cloud passed over the sun, rumblings of a storm in the distance.
“I have a confession to make, you’re not going to like it.” She took a breath, waiting for him to raise his head and look at her.
He continued reading.
“I’m moving out with Brian.”
His eyes shot up, wavering as the realisation hit him. The book flying out of his hands, as his body followed his head in shock, the book landing on the floor, camouflaging itself with the mess.
“How could you do this to me!” He yelled, “Why would you betray me like this?” Sitting up now. His hands clenched heavily, nails digging into his palms in an attempt to channel his anger.
“Betray you? How does this Betray you?” She returned yelling, her anger rising as he accused her. “You get what you want, me out of this place, you’ve been ignoring me ever since he asked me out!”
“Why do you think?” His voice now softening as he paused.
“I was in love with you.”
“Oh bullshit, you never loved me!” She screamed at him, tears forming at the ends of her downcast eyes, soft droplets revealing her torment.
“Yes!” He exclaimed, his voice now even softer, “I did… I never told you, because I was scared!”
She turned away, trying to wipe the tears away, stemming the flow, only to have her shoulders join them, shaking as she sobbed.
“Scared of what?” She stammered, her words forced with fear and sadness.
“Scared that you’d treat me like any other guy…. Like dirt” he uttered, his eyes downcast upon the ground. A look of hopelessness and regret washing across his face. “I was the best friend, you never saw me as anything more.”
“Of course I did!” She yelled, standing up now exasperated. “You just didn’t have the balls to do anything about it or the eyes to notice it!” She paused, getting up moving over to the door. “I gave you the chance, but you wouldn’t take it.”
“Goodbye”. She said, and slammed the door.
If he had looked closer, he would see the tears falling from her eyes, as she mouthed the words “I love you.”
Instead his eyes, now watering, had returned to the book lying open on the ground as she got up to leave. The book containing the journals of their time spent together. The page beginning with the lines:
Dear diary, today i’ll tell her what i feel.
Today I’ll tell her how much I love her.
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox)
Accused
It’s best to read the stories prior to this.
The cop talking to my mother saw the car slow to a halt and immediately gathered himself and his hat and paced quickly to the door opening it, to reveal the Senior Constable of the coast step out.
Then it hit me, the similarity, the jaw, the eyes, the reason behind the sheer number of police presence.
It was his son…
“Put her in the car” he said with a gruff voice. His eyes different yet so similar, these eyes had no spark, no flash, he had nothing.
“What do you think you’re doing!” My mother roared, as a police officer tried to calm her down.
I was lead to the car, shaking as I walked, a breeze had begun to sweep through, chilling me to the bone. I was still not quite dry, the blanket they had offered had been removed from me.
They thought I was the criminal.
The door slammed. Giving me a fright. I looked out the window as it started to rain yet again. My mother joining the downpour, her own tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to fight off a police officer, a weak attempt to allow for my freedom.
I felt the car start, the engine no longer heard as the rain began to fall even harder, watching the policemen huddle under the tents, one glancing in my direction clearly thinking horrid thoughts.
I leant back, my head craning back against the top of the chair. Thinking the day through.
What had been different, what had changed?
Think.
The trees had swayed as they normally did, the breeze flowed as it always had. The leaves scuttling along the undergrowth as usual. Things only changed when the scraping stopped.
Yet there was no struggle, at least, that i knew of, there was no noise. It was completely silent.
I opened my eyes.
The car was empty.
We were stopped in the middle of nowhere.
Jumping up i pushed myself against the window to see what was outside.
I saw trees, leaves pelting across the road as the wind swept through, rain, water flowing against the curb, stopping to pool around the body, picking up his blood.
I gasped as everything went black.
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox)
Sanctuary
I smile at him, as he glances over. The Sun reflecting off the lake, it’s low angle lighting up his face with a soft orange tone. I rub the pencil across the paper shading the shadows of his face, along his jaw, his eyes, and the gaps in between his teeth; they were ever so minute, yet still present to give him that warm presence about him…
He catches my gaze, smiling awkwardly he looks down, pretending to text on his phone.
I chuckle slightly under my breath, enjoying the breeze rushing through my hair, it whistles as it blows through the pines also bringing their fresh scent combined with the fresh parkland air.
This was my sanctuary, hardly anyone visited here any more; since the war this area was rarely travelled, but this suited me, in several years I had not seen anyone visit this particular spot but him, he was my company so to speak. Although we had never spoken his awkward smile always assisted the lapping of the water against the pebble beach combined with the rustling of leaves and birdsong amongst them that nature serenaded me with.
Today was an escape, I needed to breathe, to fade away from the harsh city life where everything was lived at a abnormal speed. I suppose you could say I never really understood people, gallivanting about for no absolutes.
I look up to notice that the sound of his scraping had stopped; generally he would do nothing but carve shapes and figures from the branches that had dropped from the trees above, good ones too. On the odd occasion he had left one or two for me, perched on the log behind me, awaiting me as I got up to go.
But today, there was nothing. Not even any evidence of him being there, his usual shavings that generally circled his curled up figure had disappeared.
As I got up to look further, I gasped as I noticed something that stopped my heart.
As I gathered my thoughts and fought the urge to gag. It wasn’t noticeable unless the light hit it at the right angle, the auburn leaves camouflaging with it.
Blood, a lot of it…
His…
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox)
Thoughts
I am craving to write, to hear the scratching of the fountain pen against the paper where my thoughts, feelings and stories leave me, only to be imprinted forever as a different memory to that of my own.
These memories I can choose to relive or forget, to read, or watch as the paper slowly curls and turns to ash in the fireplace warming my soul…
These are the times where my thoughts are my enemies.. They say keep your friends close.. but your enemies closer.. There is no way for this to happen further, my thoughts plague me, bringing me ever so close to the darkness; it’s black fingers tracing outlines on my every neuron, enticing me to it’s irresistible realm where light no longer enters.
This is the horror I must face.
I pick up my weapon as I begin to scrawl, the battle may have just begun, but the war will always wage..
I can not win, I can only fight it.
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox)
His Spot
I want to scream.
There is nothing stopping me from doing so, yet my body will not let me.
I sit here, scrawling away, pen on paper wondering what would happen if this were to fall into someone’s hands.
There is no one to listen, no one to care, all that is here is the ocean and it’s wind threatening to push me over the edge.
This is my spot, this is where I come to let it all go.
I have spent many hours crying, letting the tear drops fall across my cheek only to drop off my jaw and join the sea as I sit on the edge, many times I have considered even just leaning forward, just that little further, just to see what the universe has decided for me.
To let the torturing continue, or to let my suffering end.
Unfortunately the universe was a conspiring bitch. Leaving me to suffer even more…
Today was different though, today was the day I had nothing more to lose. I had even lost myself. Not even the ocean, who was the sole listener of my woes could help me find myself. The wind today was different, it was steady in its harsh salty force, strong and unrelenting. Even the birds having difficulty challenging it; many choosing to take another route.
I wanted to stay.
The coded sounds of the waves crashing upon the jagged rocky shore below could not be deciphered. Whatever it may have said, I will never know. I’m sure it was just meaning to be helpful…
I want to cry.
I’ve been crying for the last three hours, my voice hoarse from talking non stop in between sobs, my nose congested, my stomach quivering, my tongue dry, yet the tears would fall no more, even the wind had died down a little no longer making crying painful.
It would be so easy to lean and drop. I would feel nothing, would I?
“Excuse me?” A small voice appeared from beside me, a little girl, wearing a small pink frock with a matching ribbon in one of her pig tails.
“Would a biscuit help?” Her arm outstretched; a biscuit container in her hands, with one biscuit left.
“You have it, there’s only one left.” I stammered, shocked at the girl who had the courage to come this close to the ledge, the courage to come up to a male who could quite easily harm her, despite every tale, every generalisation that society could offer. Her geniality surprised me.
She giggled, and bent down to whisper, “I had the rest of the packet”. Her eyes piercing into mine, an unbelievable blue, matching the ocean.
I took the biscuit, offering my thanks. She smiled, “This is for you, from her.” giving me a piece of paper, running off after she did so.
I unfolded the scrunch of paper, only to notice someone getting up to leave the ledge a mere 20 meters away, I knew that face from somewhere.
Call me sometime.
For the first time, as I look across at her staring back, eyes full of curiosity, I see her wink, a smile slowly spreading across her face.
For the first time in 18 months, I joined her, the smile now contagious, spreading like wildfire.
The wind died down, settling on a peaceful breeze.
I wanted to smile.
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox)
