I opened my eyes, a large gun in my hands. I was shooting automatically at the oncoming zombies. There weren't many, just enough for me to lose the rest of my bullets. Thankfully we had a loge house hidden deep in the forest.
I looked around, my hands obviously controlling themselves. There was no one else, panic began to hit me. I wasn't sure why I was scared. Fighting monsters was my thing, I just don't remember how I got here.
The last one dropped and I slowly put down my gun, relaxing a little more. I went and kicked the bodies, making sure they were dead, before leading myself out of the store. It seemed to have been a small jewelry store on a corner in New York, or some other big city.
I watched all directions as I made my way down the road, hoping to get to the forest safely to get more bullets.
I could barely blink before I was in the cabin. It seemed empty, but how did I get there so fast? I ran around, shrugging it off, looking desperately for any ammo he had stored. An overflowing box was sitting on the dining room table. I reached for it, but quickly pulled away, almost as if I got burned.
I sighed and closed my eyes, dropped the gun onto the table and spinning around. "Dammit, Gabriel! I know this is your fault!" I yelled. A flutter of wings and the shorter winged man showed up almost pushed against my chest.
"Damn right its my fault." He smirked.
"Why are you doing this to me?" He slipped his arms around my waist and smiled up at me.
"Because you're fun to play with." I looked down, blushing slightly taking it in the dirtiest way I could've.
"Shut up... Just, can we get out of here?" He laughed and let go, pouring himself a shot of whiskey out of thin air.
"No." He smiled and choked down the drink, coughing roughly after and dropping the cup. The shatter stung my ears. "Fuck, how does Balthazar even drink that..." He wiped his mouth and smiled, apparently fine. "You haven't even started with this world yet, you need to learn to have fun."
I rolled my eyes. "How am I supposed to have fun with you breathing down my neck the entire time, in case you forgot, you gave me my memory back!" I informed him.
"Yes, I know. Which is why this is going to be a whole hell of a lot more fun." It almost seemed like he zapped himself into new clothing, more suitable for zombie hunting, with revolvers in both hands. He reminded me of a modern day cowboy. "I'll be killing with you, almost as if I'm the fallen angel here to help my new master." He winked seductively, loading his two guns.
"You aren't even a damn angel..." I mumbled, reloading my shot gun, pushing the bullets into a small bag I had been carrying on my back. He laughed loudly, gripping his stomach.
I gave him a few minutes before he could even breath. "Of course I'm not an angel, you idiot! I'm an archangel. And, in case you didn't know, that just makes me a higher ranked angel. Start studying your angel better, sweets." He slapped my shoulder and kissed my cheek. I pulled away quickly, not wanting to get intimate with an angel much like his brother had done. "Well, lets go!" He cocked the guns and pointed them up, smirking slyly before we showed up back in the street.
"Why here again...?" I asked, slightly confused seeing as there was nothing there.
"You see, Sammy," He pressed his body against my own, his back to my chest. "I saved you from what could've happened." He turned around to face me, he wasn't even that much shorter then I was. "I couldn't let you die out here in my world, especially since I still haven't gotten what I want."
"Gabriel, you know damn well it's never happening." I shoved him off of me, at least I tried to only to be greeted with sore arms from pushing something that was like a huge brick wall. He gripped my hips tightly.
"You'll want it soon enough, don't worry." He rubbed his crotch hard against mine, causing a mind hard-on. He bit his lip and winked at me before pushing himself off of me. "Here they come..." He giggled, turning towards the dead empty street.
I stood confused, trying to figure out who 'they' were and where they were coming from, especially since the entire street was silent.
It was a few seconds before I realized an oncoming mob started our way, but the sound seemed to be coming from all around us. "You might wanna turn around, Sammy!" I heard Gabriel laughing as he began to shoot.
I spun around, back pushed against Gabriel's. Another huge mob was coming up from behind me and I forced my gun up, shooting at random. Behind me, all I could hear was Gabriel's laughter. How could someone be laughing at a time like this?
"You still willing to have some fun with me, Sammy?" He shouted, turning his head slightly over to face me.
"Not in your entire life!"
"That'll change soon, don't you worry!" He dropped one of his guns, I spun around just in time to see him smiling at me, snapping his fingers.
Everything went black.
