As Charlotte turned the corner, her mind returned, noticing something different about the street she grew up in. The normal cars that lined the small street were there, the same elderly man sitting on the stairs leading up to his house, and the young girl who always walked her Labrador at 11.30 sharp every day.
Something wasn’t right though, Charlotte often liked to trust her instincts, but could not discern what was causing her uneasiness. She noted the memory, and continued, her mind now on alert as she absorbed her surroundings further.
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
…“You have a go” I replied, absent mindedly, as I ran the plan through my head.
It was simple.
I had hired alpha team, guaranteeing them that they would be safe. A team of six, expendables. They would hold up the bank and take as much cash, they were to be no more than 15 minutes, at that point a van will pull up, and leave no more than a minute later.
Of course there was no van, and little did they know this bank; of which was on the outskirts of the financial district, had only just had its security system updated a mere three days prior. The police would arrive 9 minutes into the heist.
This was intentional of course…
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.
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.