Michael unloaded all their heavy artillery and passed them out among the poor people of the gas station. She tried her best to look like she knew exactly what was going on, but it was hard when Michael refused to give her any information. Moving inside the started to board up the building. In this moment, she got to know a young girl by the name of Charlie. They sat together at one of the booths. When the silence grew to more than she could take she turned to her.
"So when's your baby due?" She asked, and immediately Charlie tensed gripping her gun and sating Seraph down. Throwing her hands back she shook her head. "Whoa, sorry, forget I asked." She said, confused. What was with these people? Michael looked back from what he was doing to look at the two women, then disappeared into the back with another man. After a moment, Charlie sighed.
"Sorry, it's just… some lady just asked me that and…" She stopped and shook her head, placing her hand on her swollen stomach. "I have about a month left." She offered smiling slightly to her new found friend. Seraph smiled back and nodded. Suddenly her name was called and she got up, waving goodbye to Charlie and went to find Michael. Finding him she leaned against the door frame.
"Yes?" She purred, stretching out the word. A tried smile on her face. It took all her had not to smile back, it was completely the wrong time for such a display, they were about to engage in the worst war mankind has ever seen.
"I want you to look after Charlie with Jeep." He said grabbing a two by four and walking to the door. She stuck her arm out to stop him and cocked her head, giving him a disapproving look.
"Everyone in this room is looking out for her, except one. This one already has someone to look after." She said, keeping herself in his way. He set the boards down and stared at her for a long moment.
"Seraph… It is far more important Charlie lives, than I do." He said softly, contemplating reaching out to touch her, but he held himself back.
"Why Michael? Why is she so important?" She asked, almost begging him to trust her like she trusted him. He dropped his eyes and grabbed the boards again.
"Because that child she carries, will save mankind." He said, his voice low and hushed as he pushed past her, leaving her then, standing in shock. Save mankind? God, it really was hell. Recovering she turned around to look at Charlie, an average girl, in a less than average place. Standing there she slowly mulled over her thoughts. That child had to live. That much she was sure. But everyone in this gas station was going to fight for that girl. Stepping from the closet her eyes turned to Michael she he hammered a board over the window. But her job, her place was by his side, keeping him safe. Something told her that, but she wasn't sure what. She walked up beside Michael, and without looking at him she held the board in place and handed him another nail. He glanced at her, but no protest was given. He wasn't going to fight her.
They had the place completely sealed and Michael had moved up to the roof with two other people. She appeared a few minutes later as he finished up instructing them on how to use their weapons. She stood off to the far left, keeping away from Michael. She wasn't going to be his baby sitter, and she certainly didn't want to seem like she was following him. Sitting in the corner she poked the barrel of her weapon through the bars and kept an eye on the dusty road, her eyes scanning the darkness for any signs of movement. Michael looked over at her and was about to approach when suddenly a sound from the distance came.
"What the hell is that?" One man asked standing up and pointing his weapon in that direction. Everyone fell silent and listened. "Is that the ice cream man?" The man yelled. Michael quickly loaded and cocked his weapons pointing it into the darkness.
"Get ready everyone." He ordered. His smooth accent rolling off his tongue. Her body shivered at the tone. Everything about him was far too perfect, she thought to herself. Readying their weapons slowly the truck rolled up to a stop and a man in a yellow jumpsuit got out. Suddenly her let out a piercing scream and began running for the building. Gun fire instantly fell on him until he lay motionless on the ground. "It's only just starting." Michael said, the dark tone to his voice scaring everyone as he headed back down. She was left on the roof with only the man she had seen before. Soon her worst fear was realized.
"Haven't I seen you before?" He asked turning to look at her fully. Her body tensed as she shook her head quickly. "No, I would never forget that face…" He said, his mind struggling to find the memory. She quickly stood, glaring at him.
"You don't know me!" She hissed and stalked back to her corner. He stared at her, and then suddenly he gripped his gun, shaking his head.
"No, you're that girl. You worked for the gangs, last I checked, you were an assassin." He said, keeping a firm hold on his weapon, just in case. Slowly she let her head drop.
"You must have checked a long time ago. I haven't been in that business for years." She spat. The memory was awful. She had done a lot of terrible things in her life, all of which she wished to burry away. She had left that life behind and settled down on some back ally street. She wanted to disappear, but employers continued to find her, that's when she got the dogs. When she had first met Michael, she thought he was either an employer, or part of a rival gang. When she learned he wasn't, he became her salvation. Her way out of this life, and for that, she owed him her life, this of course, he knew none of.
