Guardian Angels Prologue
She was riding in an Impala with two strange men. They appeared to be arguing over something that she couldn't figure out. The man with long hair sitting shotgun suddenly glanced back at me, and I jumped. But he was looking through me, not at me. It made me wonder if I was actually there.
Then the windows shattered. The glass flew outwards, and the sound! A high pitched screaming penetrated my ears, forcing me awake and out of my dream-
The screaming. A warning, but for what? For me, obviously, but a warning about what? I clapped my hands over my ears and rolled out of bed. I'd fallen asleep in my clothes reading something. The title didn't matter now, all of the atoms in my body were screaming. GET OUT! ESCAPE! RUN!
Somewhere in the back corner of my mind registered broken glass cutting my feet through now-torn socks. I fumbled with my bedroom door, trying to get it open. It wouldn't budge. Stupid door, I thought distantly. Of all times it decides to get stuck.
I heard glass crunch nosily behind me, but I ignored it and continued to fight the knob. A feminine chuckle sounded from behind me. "Oh, you won't be opening that anytime soon, sweetheart."
I whirled around... and saw my mother. Except it wasn't her. Even with the noise telling me to get away, every drop of blood and every muscle, every ounce of my being knew it couldn't be her. Her eyes were pure black, and the cruel smile adorning her face was pure evil. An expression my mother could never manage. "What do you want?" I screamed hysterically. "Just leave! Please!"
"I'm sorry sweetie, but I can't. Abaddon has several plans for you, angel," the imposter sneered.
I stared at her in horror. "Who's Abaddon?" But I knew. No amount of torture this demon had dealt me would amount to what her master must have planned.
She continued to smirk. "You'll see."
And then my vision went black.