2. Well, Hallelujah

    Yeah, I know, I acted like a coward at the last chapter, but I can’t help it. It might be the last chapter or my life. But anyway, whatever, because here we are now. Right, you guys were probably thinking how lame I was back there, but sure, I’ll accept  it. It’s not everyday you meet a demon-thug in your life.

    Anyway, I wanted to ask if you guys believe in such thing as demons and angels and gargoyles. Because if you don’t, you really have to see what I’m seeing right now.

    I backed away from the monster—demon—whatever, with fear and fidgeted like an eel then crumbled down, looking like I was having an identity crisis and an emotional breakdown. Maybe you’re just mentally disturbed and was actually seeing two mops right now and not a demon and a shadowy figure, there’s no need to panic, I told myself. But despite the words I whisper to myself, I know deep down that I was not hallucinating.

    The demon’s horrible face contorted in a disgusting angle, his head craned at the ceiling while looking down on me, making me witness the horrific thing under his face, the skin under it was torned off, leaving a big hole that’s right through his cavities. I almost let  out a yelp right when he decided to say something, “For three thousand years... My master had sought for you!”

    He sounds like he almost hated me because his ‘master’ has been looking for me for three thousand years. Look, I don’t know if what I’m hearing was only just a trick that my mind has played with me, but I sure won’t believe that someone has the capability to look for someone for three thousand years.

    But I wasn’t going to deny it for a minute, it can be true. Because, if you have some kind of demon–guard right in front of you, three thousand years of seeking for someone would be a potato.

    If this was a normal day, I’d laugh my butt off. But it wasn’t. This day was beyond crazy. It even surpassed that one time where a squirrel gave me some nuts for breakfast when it heard my stomach rumble. Or the time where I actually vomitted falafel when I tasted it. Or the time where I farted so many times my butt–hole became sore. This day – is impossible.

    “Right...” I managed to say, nodding slightly. My voice was quivering, like I’ve been thrown to a freezing lake, but I still  managed. Keeping silent in times like this would be fatal—at least that’s what the movies told me. “Do I know this mast—I mean, your master?”

    “Everyone knows him!” He roared, taking a step towards me. I immedietlely scampered back like a pig with my body instincts giving me warning alarms. His  voice sounded horrible, like a million waves ringing inside your ear.

    I nodded, trying not to look at his eyes. I was focusing on his adidas shoes and thought “I wonder how I’ll look if I wore that shoe.” Call me crazy, but it’s much better to think about things like that than questioning how this creature appeared here, and why did the host (the thug guard) became a demon? It’s much better to try and look him stight in the eye, or even at his face, because he looked like a rotten, burning corpse.

    My mind was going black, and my heart was pumping too much blood that I had to catch up my breath. I was panicking, confused, scared and disgusted. But my last three brain cells cooperated with me. I started to think about a plan. I was telling myself that I had to disrtract this.. this demon–dude with some talk, slide towards the wall where I came from, do everything to pass it quickly and never, ever, come back again. At that time, I thought of myself as a cool guy, partly because it’s not everyday you see a kid that can even think when he sees something horrible like this, and the rest is a mystery.

    “What are you?” I managed to ask, swallowing the lump on my throat. It felt like a giant apple. It was painful, my own throat grinding against each other.

    The demon–guard let out a boastful huff then smirked at me with his dark, charcoal lips and rotten teeth. Seeing it made me want to puke, to vomit all the things I put in my stomach that day. Then, he said “I am nothing.”

    “...What?”

    “My master has not given me my identity and my name yet. Name holds power!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, and once again, my ears bled like a tear from my eye. “And I don’t have a name.” He sounded disappointed, sad, even. It was a strange thing to hear, to see.

    I wanted to say “aww” but I figured that won’t be a very good idea, so I sticked with, “Uh.. when will you have a name, O’ nameless.. nameless..?”

    This time, I was actually nearing the wall because I was sliding to it like a retarted person. I can feel it’s looming presence behind my back. I wanted to crawl faster until I can reach the hole where I entered but this ‘nameless’ had his attention on me again.

    Well, for one, he was thinking hard when I asked him when he’ll have his name. No one said to me that nameless things that looked like demons was so stupid. ‘Nameless’—yeah, I’m now going to call him nameless now because god knows how tired I am from exerting the effort to call him ‘demon–guard’ or ‘demon–dude’ right now—eyed me with a questioning look. He was looking at me and the spot where I just crawled from.

    To my relief, he decided to let the details slide. But that relief has been felt like a fragile candle light that has been splashed with cold water when he started to walk towards me, slowly, with his adidas shoes and a grin etched on his burnt face.

    “When, you ask?” He started off, his voice getting low and raspier, the effect getting worse. My ears are staring  to bleed, literally, for I can feel the cold touch of my own blood running  along the side of my face, “Right after I do what master Ea told me to do.”

    Then, his grin got wider, and I had no choice but to have a better look at his teeth. I wanted to puke. There were worms in there! I got the feeling that I had to get out of here right at this moment because this giant dude–monster named ‘Nameless’ was advancing towards me much faster. And of course, I crawled backward, like an idiot I am, faster too.

    Even this dude–monster named Nameless will be totally weirded out by me when I grinned like I just got some free pizza from a shop when I hit a hard wall. My hands immedietely reached for it, for the wall in back. I started to feel the wall like a blind person while staring at Nameless with a frightened look.

    Then, I felt the edge of it. Circular. I wanted to shout, “Hooray!” But that wasn’t a good idea because this nameless demon–dude might think that I wanted to get his job done.

    To distract him, because that’s what geniuses like me do, I said, “If you’re human, would you love someone?”

    I know, pretty lame, guys. But everyone in this entire damn world wanted to talk about love and all that shitty bussiness, even a demon. Okay, to be honest, I’m not sure.  I just took my chance because this is what happened to the demonic movies I saw back in the days. Yes. I based everything I did on a movie. Call me master genius. But scratch that, not everyone in this world because I was too busy thinking about falafel and cash.

    But you know what, whatever, because that cheesy and lame question I asked seemed to distract the nameless demon–dude enough—which is actually surprising. His burning and horrible looking eyes turned to slits, and he began to look downwards, highlighting hid bald head and his skill that was peeking through his burnt skin. He was actually considering it.

    I wanted to laugh in shock but there was no time for that. So, I began to turn around to face the wall, turn like a turtle and started to force myself to fit in quickly, just like I did before all this madness happened. I was being too hasty and the adrenaline was cursing through me that the rough edges of the grazed the side of my face. It stung for a moment, but then I was back to being a turtle, desperately trying to escape a hole.

    The seconds were ticking inside my head, and I was thinking that the nameless demon–dude would have an answer and in the end, find out that I was only distracting him. It made my adrenaline pump up and my gut wrench. I was anxious, scared, confused and craving for falafels.

    I was like a rabbit, trying to fit in a whole that wasn’t for me. But I forced myself anyway, then I landed on my face with a thud. You can swear on all heavens and Earth that I wanted to scream in joy and all that when I passed the wall. Meaning, I was outside, facing the damp and snow–covered alley once again.

    I didn’t think twice to run. Damn Hell I didn’t think twice to run. I wanted to run, so why the hell would I think twice?

    Well, for one, I felt like I might trip over nothing and die in absolute agony because why knees were still weak and wobbly. It wasn’t helping. I feel like it will be detached from my body after some few steps and all that, but I willed it to work. I willed myself to run much faster, faster, faster.

    I didn’t bother about how cold it was, or the uncomfortable feeling I had when I started to run. I didn’t care about what I stepped on. Poop or something. I didn’t care about how many times I would bump to a trash can or kick some rats. All I thought about was the nameless demon–dude back in Ryhan’s house and the light that comes from the end of the alley.

    I wanted to go see the lights and the annoying looks that normal people gives me, because I really didn’t need a nameless demon–dude glaring and grinning and talking at and to me. I wanted to forget it all. The burning red and orange eyes that was locked in a spiral of black. The horns on a burnt forehead. The skull that was peeking through the red and peeled of skin and flesh.

    I wanted to forget it all.

    And eat falafels.

    Then, I reached the end of the alleyway. I was so relieved I might die. No, not die. I just escaped death and I’ll say that I was so relieved I might die? No. No chance I’m gonne make that permanent in my mind. Forget about it, you guys.

    But for one, yes, I was so relieved. I dare you to tell me that there’s someone you know who sees demons right in the flesh and not feel relieved after almost getting killed. I thought I’ll be dead meat back there. I didn’t bother to look back because it might send another shock through my body and some undying questions I had deep inside my mind, overpowered by fear, shock..and maybe somehow fascination.

    I don’t believe in such things. Like spirits or monsters or the boogeyman. I was your regular realistic guy that happened to live on the streets. I was shocked, and it was unreal. I’m still on the edge of telling myself that none of those things was real. I have no idea where I should go. Or where I am going, but I’m still running anyway. I was quickly passing parked cars, restaurants amd of course, people who had time to look at me weirdly.

    I was running when a very brilliant idea came to me. I stopped, catching my breath, readying for another sprint.

    I need to find Quil and Mugin.

    Tell you the truth? I wanted a party. A party called, “Yippee, Cain made it back alive!” party. And the main dish would be falafels, of course. Maybe with some kind of a hotdog on a stick with mallows on the end of it. Anyway, I said that because all I can have right now was a fresh bottled water that someone happened to left at the park.

    It was where I left my sleeping bag, and luckily, I found my sleeping bag inside a garbage can. God knows how much I missed my sleeping bag and how important it is to me. Well, if you’re a homeless guy that lives on nothing but falafel, water and cash, a sleeping bag would be worth a life. And besides, I can get to Scrable Crossing faster from here.

    I slung it on my back then sprinted towards the crossing where Quil had taken me in the morning to meet Mugin. I pushed aside the images of the nameless demon–dude as I run.

    I should’ve listened to both Quil and Mugin. I shouldn’t have ran away from them, feeling pissed off. I shouldn’t have done everything I did and just believed my friends. Regret washed over to me like huge waves as I run towards the crossing. I was hoping I’d see Mugin in there, still standing by the post where we all used to hang out.

    But no.

    I wanted to crumble to pieces because of disappointment right on the spot when I didn’t see Mugin in his usual place. I needed him and Quil. I wanted to spill all my thoughts and all that to them. I wanted to know everything. Why did that nameless demon–dude appear and why does his ’master’ wants me. I wanted to fill my head with crazy things before I go crazy myself.

    Thinking about that made me snap back from reality. I shouldn’t be standing here, I should be looking for my friends.

    It was dark out when I reached Quil’s place. He lives in a small cart near San Pedro street with lots of signings and billboards. That’s where everyone could find him, in his cart, covered by a big tarpaulin as his roof. The long cart was placed right in the edge of the wall street, near the dumps.

    I was too tired and exhausted to shout and say, “Quil! Come out wherever you are! I still hafta tell you about the demon–dude that wants me dead and all that. Haha!” And besides, I doubt that it would make him appear magically in front of me.

    I practically crossed Phoenix to get in here. And all I saw was nothing. When I neared towards the long cart where Quil stays, all I saw was coupla empty bottle of beer and some kind of alcohol I have no idea of.

    I stood there, not knowing what to do. I have no idea where Quil and Mugin was, and I don’t know if I can survive a second in the street, knowing that some kind of a demon–dude wanted me dead. I felt horrible and guilty. I wanted to punch myself on the gut, spot on.

    If there was something that I learned this day, it was “Listen to your homeless friends that a bunch of spirits wants to hunt you down and you gotta go to your uncle’s house as soon as possible.” Because if you don’t and if you’re me, you’d end up dead. Just like I was.

    I felt hopeless, and there was noehere I could go. I have no idea where Quil and Mugin is, only their spots. And yeah, they go to Ryhan almost everyday but there was no way in hell I’m going back to that dark and stupid alley.

    “Argh!” I growled, kicking the garbage cans near Quil’s push–cart. It’s contents scattered around, and some rodents scampered from it. “I should have... I should have...” I trailed off.

    A very unpleasant idea came to me. It was my second option. I felt anger rise up to my head, and I was seeing red. But I had no choice. I need to go to uncle Fernan. If it was the only way to understand why all of this happened, I’ll go to him. It made me much pissed off, confused and there’s this kind of hollow feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t place. Nervousness? Anxiety? I hated it.

    “Seriously, dad, why’d they leave him?”

    I turned around to see a girl about my age with a middle aged man that was about to pass me. The girl’s voice was familiar to my ears, that’s why she caught my attention. But I have no idea why.

    The man beside her said. “Your uncle and auntie has gone bloody nuts, that’s why. I can’t believe we came here all the way from London because of this.”

    “And, I can’t believe we only knew this now. It’s been, what, six? Seven?” The girl shook her head, her raven black hair getting messy. She settled for seven. “Seven years, dad! Seven years! It was ridiculous. I hope we actually find him, because our fligjt would be useless.”

    The man shook his head, slowing down. The girl matched his face. “This.. this is the problem with our family, they throw out the others when they see potential danger in them. But it was wise to do so.”

    “You’re saying throwing out Cain from Roneve’s was wise?” The girl asked incredulously.

    My eyes widened.

    “Naw, I didn’t say that. Cain was... well, a huge troublemaker but he had greatness in him. It was dangerous for Fernan.” Said the man. They finally stopped walking. “He was selfish at that time, and so was Elizabeth, I guess. And Cain was..”

    I had the huge urge to hide from them. And so I did. I was so stupid to not realize that I was looking at my cousin and my uncle. What were they doing here?

    And by the way, thanks uncle Harry.

    I should have noticed in one look that I was seeing ny cousin, Blythe, and my uncle Harry Roneve. The last time I saw them was when I was ten years old, excited to unwrap the gift that my mom and dad gave me. She looks different now. She no longer had those crazy, curled hair and her chubby cheeks. Now, she looked, well mature. A pretty kind of mature.

    There are things that didn’t change, though. Like how anger, mischief and annoyance would just constantly flash on her eyes, given that it was like the only thing she felt all her life. And her scowl. It looks exactly the same when I threw her gift at our garbage can when we were ten.

    And uncle Harry, looked exactly the same the last time I saw him. Though, he had a few strikes of gray hair and the cheerful looked in his face was now sullen and blank. He looked like he was so tired of life, but somehow needs to live through it. There was wrinkles on his face, and a beard.

    “They should get out of here.” I said. “They shouldn’t have come.”

    I was about to jump in front of them and say, “Hey, it’s me, yah boi Cain! And get the hell out of here. Haha! Like right now. You don’t want to meet a demon–dude or something.” But no. My cousin said something that made me stop on my tracks.

    “Why didn’t Cain come back? Well, you said that Fernan had his reasons, and so was auntie. But what about uncle Forn?” Blythe said, scrunching her forehead and letting out a harsh breath. “Seriously, was he always this dumb?”

    My breath hitched, of course, not because I was called dumb by my cousin who actually put salt in tomato sauce, but because I heard the name of my father. Forn Roneve. It’s been years since I heard his name.

    It ignited memories. It played like an old film. And it made my heart wrench in a different way. Like there was something missing. My brain auto played the memories I had of him. Me and my father fishing, laughing and cracking corny jokes at each other. Happy memories, just like he and I was before he–

    “Forn died.”

    The words stung me like a bee, but I had no time to go all dramatic near a push–cart and garbage cans. I need to get them out of here, or maybe, I need to get out of here to get them out of here. You know what I’m saying? No? Alright, I’ll leave it at that.

    Blythe had mention that they ‘hope they’ll find me soon’, and so they were really looking for me. I don’t know why, to be honest, but I do know that they shouldn’t get caught up with the things I’m involved right now.

    But still, I wanted to show myself to them. I wanted to forget about all the things that happened to me this day and just talk to them like I used to. Like a family.

    But, priorities. My priority was to go and find my friends and hope that they can explain the weird things that happened to me. I felt no longer normal. I mean, if you happen to see a thug–guard turn into something entirely different (like demons, perhaps) you’ll feel very damn different. That encounter with that demon–dude made me realize that the world I’m seeing now was mundane. Too normal. Too cliché. It was never it appeared to be.

    I imagined, the alleyways being covered my skeleton rats. Or a very old oak tree turning out to be a giant tree monster when midnight comes. Or the birds that we see in the sky could actually be a shape–shifting creature. I can never be certain.

    A horrific thought entered my disturbed brain; What is falafels are actually made from monster meat and green pubic hair of something I don’t know, wrapped in skin of something I don’t know either and fried using demon sweat?

    Yeah, that’s pretty much how stressed I am right now. See, that’s why you really shouldn’t be like me. You reall shouldn’t defy your uncle, get abandoned, meet two weirdos that would tell you that hundres or thousands of spirits are out there to get you. And probably, just try to live your normal life. Please don’t be like me. Please.

    It wasn’t cool (like you thought in the first chapter), it was chaos and hectic and terrifying. I’d trade anything in this world to learn how to “unsee” things. Yeah, that’s how confident you’ll be if you actually don’t have “anything” or “everything” in your life. Ah, the perks of being a poor dude.

    Anyway, I started getting out and go along from the place. I honestly don’t know what I’ll do first. My second option was getting to my uncle, but that coimcidence where Blythe and Harry came here made me think twice.

    I thought, what if I got there, and Harry and Blythe and Fernan break into a very stale and family drama? It was simply hard for me. Imagine living in the streets for seven years, and go right into your uncle’s doorway like nothing happened. Or like, imagine confessing your love to someone, it turned awkward, and try again right after that. It would feel and look wrong in many levels.

    And so here I am, standing in front of a mini stop while shivering my *** away. I can’t find Quil or Mugin, and I had nothing but them. Then there was Stanley who gives me falafel but his shift is over.

    At this time, I should be finding a place to sleep, getting inside my sleeping bag, but no. I can’t simply sleep and act like nothing happened. That’s what I wanted to do, but I can’t. I have a bad feeling that the face of that demon–dude would haunt me in my sleep. It was never the safe thing to do.

    Yeah, I know. You guys were thinking “so standing in front of a mart, waiting for death was the safe thing to do?” yeah, I actually think so. This mart had the lights that I need, and the outside wasn’t that crowded.

    “Hey, savage, get outta here.”

    I turned around just to see a man in his late thirties of fourties snarling at me. He had his “Mini Mart” uniform on, and some keys in his hand. My eyes landed on his name tag. It says, “José.” He was so fat that his bellly started to peek through his white and black uniform. He looked like those grumpy old man in movies.

    “I can sit wherever I want,” I said.

    He raises his eyebrows, kind of taken aback. He must be expecting that I’ll wordlessly go out of my seat. Well, that’s how we usually act. We belong in a totally different world from these average citizens. We’re all rags while they’re all riches.

    The grumpy looking employee parted his lips like he was about to say something, but I said.

    “You ever see something so unbelievable but see it anyway?” I looked at him in the face this time. “Like, well, demons?”

    He looked at me like I was going crazy, and I was. But then, he looked downwards, pursing his lips. He was thinking about it. Then, he scratched his chin like he was thinking about what he should say.

    “I did,” he said. “Once.”

    “Seriously?” I asked, my eyes furrowing. If what he was saying is true then...

    “But, nah, I don’t think it’s a demon or something..” he trailed off.  “It was more like an angel.”

    He looked at me with his eyes widened, like he was in awe from remembering such a thing. He looked like those guys that used to tell fables and stories to kids with extra emotions and gestures.

    “What’d it look like?”

    He blinked. “No... It was just a... a light. It was so vivid, and bright. I can remember getting my eyes blinded because of it for weeks.” He said. “No one believed me, of course.”

    “Of course.”

    He shrugged, his extra fats jiggling and vibratibg through his body like a jelly. “So I just decided that I was hallucinating.”

    I said nothing then just looked at him. If this guy was telling the truth that he saw an ’angel’, I’d believe it real quick. I mean, I already saw a demon. Why would I doubt when someone says that they saw an angel?

    “Why’d you ask, though?”

    I was having seconds thoughts if I was going to tell him or not. But, this is just a temporary conversation, after this we’ll both forget everything we said and just go on with our lives. What’s wrong with sharing my weird experience to a grumpy–looking fat guy that worked at Mini Mart?

    “I saw a demon,” I said, looking down, playing the images inside my head. “Well.. I’m not sure if it was a demon. But it got flickering horns and burning eyes.” I said it so normally, I can’t believe my own tone. “Oh, and it was wearing a black hoodie. It looked like a thug.”

    José scrunched his forehead as he look at me, then nodded slowly. “When?”

    “Coupla hours ago.”

    “Is what your saying is true?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “Then it was.”

    “Yeah.”

    He snorted then said, “So what do you do now?”

    I shrugged. “I don’t know. Find Quil and Mugin and just...” I trailed off. I actually don’t know what I’ll do, or to go to. I’ve got zero plans in my head, and I got a demon wanting me dead. I sighed, “What after that?”

    I was more like talking to myself than to José, and he probably found me weird already because I founf out that he was already on his way back to Mini Mart. Not that I care if he leave me here or not.

    I sighed then stared blankly at nowhere, ny mind drawing blanks and circles. The memories playing like an old, broken record. And the random images of me ang my dad, Forn. I thought, if this would be my last night in this messed–up world, I’d think about me and my father, eating falafels together.

    It was always my dream, spend more time with him, and well, with my mom (who, by the way, made uncle Fernan to throw me out. Yeah, pretty sick, Elizabeth.) But it never happened, of course.

    “Being a Roneve is a great honor and responsibility. You shouldn’t go around causing trouble to everyone!” my uncle Fernan used to say.

    I scoffed. Honor and responsibility. While all I wanted to do that time is to join the boy scout, eat cookies and play jazz music in my room without hearing, “You’re a big disappointment, Cain! Why do you have to mingle with those imbeciles?!” Right. Like someone was brave enough to approach me when I was nine.

    The lingering words and memories made my mood more sour than ever. Right at this moment, I wanted to punch uncle Fernan in the gut and spit at him, tear all his cash and pee at his carpet.

    I hadn’t realized that I hated my uncle more than I thought. And Elizabeth, too. The moment they threw me out, all I thought about was “Now, how the hell can I survive this hell hole?” I suppressed any insignificant emotions I had in that time. I didn’t even protest when they literally threw me out our estate in London.

    But, pfft, my unlucky *** had some awful timing about things like this – like Blythe and Harry coming in Phoenix. It didn’t make sense but having them here added to my current problems. They’re looking for me, and I can’t afford to let them find me.

    Who knows if that demon guy wasn’t the one who’ll make an appearance today? I wasn’t safe, and if Blythe and Harry found me, they’ll be involved. It wasn’t a pretty thing. And yeah, besides my grudge on my uncle, that’s another reason why I would not go to the Roneve’s mansion.

    “Having a great time?”

    I was so lost in my owm head that I didn’t notice that José (the mart guy) was standing once again beside me. He’s looking down at me, his eyebrowd raised.

    “Oh. Yeah, not really.” I said.

    I watched how a wide grin etched across his lips. He looked those old uncles who just gave his nephew new gifts and all that. He had both of his arms on his waist, and I also noticed that he was no longer wearing the apron (their uniform) of Mini Mart.

    “Uhh..?”

    “What would you do if I say that I’m an angel?” He asked, literally out of nowhere.

    I blinked. “Sing hallelujahs?”

    “That’d be a good idea,” He said, with a wide and friendly grin, not like earlier.

    My eyes bulged when, instead of a very large man, a winged person stood before me.

    “Holy..”

    “Yes, I am.”

    “I was about to say shit.”

    The angel made a face.

    I wanted to run, or scream in shock. Instead of a fat dude in mini mart uniform, a very beautiful being stood before me. It was a young man, dressed in white robes and a tunic, his chest covered with golden mail. The plwtes were covered in very rare and beautif gems and runes that I had never seen before.

    His eyes were very blue, bright blue. Like the color of a gem – azure blue. It was glowing, just like the eyes of the demon I saw today, too.

    I scampered backwards when he fully spread his white, and wide wings. It was so big, and so glorious. Just like his skin, and his eyes, it glowed in faint white. But it was flickering, too, and I can tell that it’s not solid. It was just a glow.  He looked so unreal, but so vivid.

    I stared in awe, but in slight fear, too. You csn’t take that from me. I saw two unreal beings in one freaking day. They both had the same impact on me, but this was a little less intense than the first one. But still, I’m still questioning myself if this was real.

    I shook my head then said., “No, no, this is not real. No.” I said.

    I shut my eyes closed, hoping that if I open them again this glowing dude would be a fat man again. But no. When I opened them again, the angel was looking at me with squinted eyes and a pout on his lips.

    “No way in hell I’m seeing you right now.” I said.

    “Now, now,” he said, then immedietely, his wings disappeared, and so is his glow. He looked human. A very, good–looking human. “You are. Seeing me, I mean.”

    “But how?” I asked. “I had my eyes on you.. and you just.. just became like that.”

    “Oh, you saw my transformation, alright,” he said, shrugging. “I just willed you to forget it all.”

    I was speechless, and now, I was looking at a man wearing nothing but a brown hoodie under a coat. A scarf around his neck. My jaw dropped, confused.

    “Can you stop doing that?”

    “Doing what?” The angel asked innocently.

    “Willing me to forget about how you became like that. I’d go crazy.” I was surprised with how the casual my voice sounded. Like I wasn’t talking to a heavenly body.

    “Fine.” He said, making a face.

    Once again, I was speechless. It was replaying jn my head. All of the things that happened to me. I feel like I’m going crazy, thinking about how I saw two weird things in one day. Suddenly, everything that I can see seemed utterly normal and mundane. I feel like a weirdo.

    Millions of questions swirled inside my head, but all I can say was something verh genius. “Uhh...”

    The ‘angel’ grinned at me, his azure colored eyes thinning. “I can tell you’d like some answers.”

    “Hell yeah, I do.”

    He scowled at me. “You mean, ‘Heavens yes, I do’?”

    “Uh, no.”

    “Whatever.” He said. I was getting ny nerves back becuse he looked like a normal human. His grin came back, “Follow me.”

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