The Rouge Chronicles: NIGHTCATCHER

There is speculation on whether or not Angels and Demons exist; whether or not there is a malevolent, unseen force that is responsible for 90% (give or take a few) of the terrible things in your life. There is speculation on this matter. But I don't have to speculate; because I know for a fact they do exist.

My mother was an angel. Was, as in not anymore. She was murdered by demons; the same exact demons that killed my father when I was 12. After my mother died I was devastated; it felt like I couldn't go on; as if all of the happiness had been sucked from the world. I was there when she was murdered.

The last time I spoke to her was the day before she died, and I regret everything I said that day, more than anything else in the world.

7 Months Ago- 1 week before

I closed and locked the door behind me as I walked down the foyer of the place that I call my home.

"Mo-"I stopped short because of the voices that I heard coming from the kitchen.

"-need to tell him, Gwendolyn."

"Please, give me more time with him, just one more year."

The person sighed an exhausted sigh. "Fine. Cherish your time with him. It will be over sooner than you think."

I rushed into the kitchen where my mother stood, back to me, gripping a white object.

Immediately, I noticed the absence of the source of the voice.

"Mom! Who were you just talking to?"

She whipped around to see me, while simultaneously hiding the object behind her back and wiping the tears from her face.

"Hey, baby, how was school?"

She smiled to try to hide her sadness but I knew better.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

She said with a laugh laced with faux annoyance "It's just allergies." She turned to me. "So what did you do all day?" She inquired with mild interest. I glanced at the silver clock on the wall. all day. "Umm… I just ran errands and bought a few things at the store." I said, holding up the bag.

"Bryce called while you were out." She said once I turned my back to her to lay out the contents of the bag. "Oh…okay, I'll call him back later." I could hear the smile in her voice when she said. "Someone else called as well." I turned around to face her.

"Mom, who else called? "

"Oh, no one important, just a friend."

I anticipated her answer. "It was Kathryhn, wasn't it?"

Kathryhn Flynt has been my best friend since we were infants. Kat and I have always lived in close proximity. Our families are practically inseparable. Before my dad died, we used to always go on bi-family vacations and have the best of times. Since then, there has less contact but we are still pretty close. When Kat and I were 14, we started going out, and well I'm 16 now and, we haven't broken up.

"She sounded kind of worried; do you have your phone with you?" My hand shot to my back pocket instantly. "It died around noon." I said staring at the empty black screen.

"Yeah, I should call her back later." I felt my mother's hand on my shoulder as I sidestepped to the left to leave exit the kitchen. "You really shouldn't do that to her, Daniel; she cares about you immensely and even though I'm sure you love her, you shouldn't take that lightly." I felt one of her hands leave my shoulder and her whole body shift. An exploding but dull pain shot up my rib cage. "Be that as it may, I better not be a grandmother earlier than I'm supposed to be." I laughed at her quick change in moods. "I'm not messing around, Daniel." Another rib shot. With that, I turned around and walked out of the kitchen. "Don't worry, Mom." I reassured her. "We aren't doing anything."