Angels… what do we really know about them? I mean we read about then, we hear about them, but has anyone ever, truly seen one? I mean what do they look like? Are they people with long flowing golden gowns and long feathered white wings…or are they people who look, feel, and act like normal people, but with wings? I really couldn't say…I've never met an angel, I like to but I haven't. So what do you think? Are they odd creatures radiating with beauty or do they look like your everyday average teenager? Well you decide…
Chapter 1
She was sitting in an old abandoned warehouse, run down and infested with all the nasty vermin you can think of. She was alone, alone in the dead silence of the rustic old machines and the creaking, slippery old floors. She sat alone, in an old office surrounded by the small light that radiated from the candle flame. Pure beauty, she thought to herself trying hard not to remember the past, she had to keep moving forward. She sat in the old chair wearing an old faded red tank-top, jeans and a pair of tennis shoes that were a little too big. She flipped her dark brown hair over her shoulder and sighed, staring at the flame. Her brown eyes looking through her bright red glasses at the flame, the only source of light in the whole building. Her head shot up, and with on swift movement the candle was out and she melted into the darkness. Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the building, the soft clank of a gun against cloth and the heavy breathing of a man. She needed to get out and fast, Mallorie's prediction had been correct; she had been foolish not to listen to her and leave as she had insisted, no as she had begged. Clearing her mind she listened, waiting for the soft creak of the door and the loud bang of the gun to go off. The girl was thoughtful, she thought of each escape route she could take, and each time she came to the same conclusion, get out and up. Carefully, she slipped open the door, and peeked out. Through the darkness she saw them, clad in all black with dark camouflaged pants and guns strapped to their backs, only three. Each one looking alike with horns set on their heads, leathery wings on their backs and hatred in their eyes. The devils had arrived, with their only job to murder the angel that was hidden somewhere in this building. The angel, who was watching them, waiting for them to make a wrong move, so she could escape. Her life had always been like that, it wasn't as if she wanted it to be, but it just was. She was an angel, with wings and all. A big package of trouble. She sighed softly; she was always running, always hiding. Damn, she hated it, she wanted to live life to her fullest potential, but when you have wings and a name like hers your really can't go hang out at the beach and sun-tan, much less make normal friends. The girl watch closely was the devils stopped and huddled together forming a plan to get her, but at that moment the door to the old manager's office burst open and the girl flung open her wings and took flight, sailing through the rift in the metal ceiling. She was gone, the devils cursed, looked at one another and them back at the rift where the damn creature had just been.
"Son of a-," he began before being cut off by the low ringing of a phone.
He answered it, fearing the worst.
"S-sir?"
"She got away, am I correct?" The voice on the other end asked calmly.
The man gulped and answered sheepishly.
"That's the 15th time this month she has evaded capture under your squad, General."
"Yes, sir," the devil replied," but next time…"
"It better be next time or I'll be taking this into my own hands, Scornoff."
"Yes, sir." He replied tensely, his boss taking the animal problem into his own hands? He shuddered at the though.
Closing the phone in his hand, the leader of the devils picked up a large binder, filled to the brim with papers, pictures and notices of failures at attempts of capture. She was a truly magnificent creature, able to withstand the devils for more than half her life, even avoiding capture at the low age of 4. On the run since birth, as her file said.
"What a truly magnificent creature you are, Angel Hreatstream." He said smiling to himself.