Prequel
God Bless the Angels
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Canton sat in his chair and poured himself a fresh cup of tea, the heat of the of the tea pot warming his achy, chilled hands. The porch he sat on creaked as he settled back in his chair, watching as a rumbling black car drove up the long winding drive, leaving dust in its wake.
He knew who that car belonged to and it was not his one time friend, whom he knew he would never see before his time drew to an end. The mad man in the blue box was nothing more than a distant memory, gone from this world, leaving nothing but a fond few memories to those who knew him.
No, that car belonged to a different mad man and his Moose of a brother, from a time long before his name was Canton. After pouring a glass of tea in the second cup on the table, he pulled a thick envelope from his blazer and laid it upon the table to rest against tea pot. Retrieving his tea and taking a warming sip from it, he was not surprised to hear the clink of the second up being picked up.
"It's been a while." Canton stated, though there was no answer, one did not need to be given for him to know what would come next.
The porch creaked once more, as the other stood and stepped steadily toward him. A hand, as cold as the one that started his life as Canton landed on his shoulder. A sentimental smile spread across his face and he leaned back to close his eyes.
It was time, time to finally rest and the last true angel of the world watched as he breathed his last breath. The icy hands of the Angel of Death welcomed the one time Scottish native in his embrace and the forgotten tea cup clattered to the porch, staining the boards with it's murky contents.
Canton, as his headstone would read, thanked God for that angel who had selfishly stolen his future. The stolen life had given him another he would not replace for the world and he was at peace with that.
God Bless the Angels, or you know, whatever was actually listening.
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