AN: Alright guys here it is. The Sequel to An Angel in the Darkness! I know that it's a lot sooner than expected but I jsut need some distraction right now. Anywho please read, enjoy, and review!
This story is dedicated to my uncle and Godfather. He died on Friday due to a heart attack. Uncle Matt, I love you and miss you so much. I know that if you could see me now you would be so proud of me and everything that I have overcome and done. I hope that you're in a tree stand in Heaven with some chocolate milk and M and M's. R.I.P.
- Prologue -
The bullet tore through the right part of my chest. I fell from the pillar clutching my chest and my under my growing bump. I couldn't let anything happen to them. I hit the ground with hard thump.
I could still hear the sounds of gunfire going on around me. I was fearful not only for my life but for my boys lives as well. I clutched my bleeding chest as the firefight raged on around me.
I had been shot before but nothing like this. Getting shot in the leg or arm was a whole other story compared to getting shot somewhere important. You could get shot in the leg and live. You couldn't get shot in the chest and live.
"Elliot!" Someone yelled. I wasn't sure who though. I watched as my boys circled around me, killing everyone who was ready to ambush us.
"Murph," I whispered and he dropped beside me. I reached my bloody hand out a pressed it to his cheek. "Save them." I reached into my pocket and pressed a piece of paper into his hand.
I gasped as the words and my movement made pain shoot through my chest. Blackness blurred my vision. I knew that I was falling. I could hear him in the background yelling at me, but it was too late.
I was no longer an Angel.
AN: Wow, kind of an intense way to start it off. And I know that you guys have like a million questions running through your minds but I can almost garentee that they will be answered as this story goes along. Stay tuned for chapter one comeing soon! And please review!