Sacred Angels
Chapter 3
Popsickle sticks and Field trips
I can feel the blood seeping through my shirt. It's my own blood. I can hear the screaming of countless innocent people. The pain is surging through my body like liquid fire. I wish I could understand what brought this upon the world, but it doesn't matter. This was inevitable.
It lands before me, large black bat-like wings spread wide. Its foot collides with my throat. Its large, heavy black boot pinned my neck down. I wanted to scream but I found I am unable to. It's crushing me. It wants me to die. It wants me to suffer and not just me but everyone. I claw at its boot desperately trying to get it off so that I can fill my lungs with badly needed air. It lets up and I am able to scream the name of the one person I thought could help me.
"Dark!"
"Krad!" Satoshi screamed sternly, starring into the mirror at the blonde angel.
"Yes?" Krad said lustfully in a menacing way. He was pulled from his memories and not at all liking it. "Satoshi...you seem worried and upset."
"Well, of course I am. You have been trying to find this Shinu for weeks now. Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Satoshi growled at the mirror image of Krad. He was so stressed out lately because Krad had neglected to let him know what was going on and there was going to be a class trip to England for a week.
As if reading his thoughts, Krad said "Well, you've had so much on your mind with this trip to England, I think this should wait." His voice was solemn. "Have you asked Niwa to room with you on the trip yet?"
"No..." A blush arose in Satoshi's pale face. Krad smiled, knowing all to well that Satoshi fancied the Niwa boy.
"You know you want him." Krad laughed. He wanted to torture and tease Satoshi over this but his mind was lost in thoughts of Shinu. He wasn't sure what Shinu's next move was and what he was doing.
Miles away in England, a dark haired gothic looking teen wearing a plaid skirt, fishnet kneehighs and a fishnet shirt with black makeup and a spiked dog collar, walked down a boardwalk eating a fudge popsickle.
"I can't believe how parents are letting thier children dress these days, they look like freaks." A man said to his wife with clear distaste amd continued eating his popsickle.
The teen turned, her lips curled into a smile as her eyes bore into the man.
"Augh! My hand!" The man screamed suddenly. "I can't control it!"
Indeed, his arm was moving on its own, rising. Within a split second, he jammed his popsickle into his eye.
It made a sickening sound that was drowned out by the man's shrieks of agony. Blood mixed with melted ice cream and seeped down his face, the red streaked popsickle stick sprouting from his eye socket. People around just stopped and starred in confused terror. The man's wife was horror stricken and frozen to the spot in fear and disbelief. The teen girl gave a merry wave before skipping away in a demented aura.
Author's note: Interesting...Please read and review.