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************************************************************************* Chapter 9
Inferno
*BAM*
There was a loud crash and then the house was engulfed in flames. Yoji coughed as the smoke rose around him. The flames had built a large wall on all sides of him and Omi and there was no way out.
"Are.you.okay?" Yoji coughed.
"I'm okay." Omi gasped as the heat increased.
Omi clung to Yoji's shirt as Yoji tried to spot away out of the inferno. Through the fire he could see someone approaching!
"Ken! Aya! Is that you? We're over here!" Yoji shouted coughing at the same time.
He forced Omi's face down on the ground and lay next to him. The air was still breathable the lower to the floor they were. Through the smoke and fire Yoji could see shoe's approaching. They were nice polished shinny black shoes and didn't belong to either Aya or Ken.
"Hello love." The voice said. The voice was muffled as if it were behind a mask. "Your wings dear, we want your wings." A hand came down and pulled Omi from Yoji's grasp.
"Let me go!" Omi cried flailing and trying to escape. "Yoji!"
Yoji tried to stand up, but the heat was too intense. "Leave him alone!" Yoji coughed. A foot connected with his jaw and he flew back a few inches.
"Be silent. Let's go now angel." Omi cried for help as he was carted away.
Yoji shakily began to follow Omi's voice. It was fading and Yoji had to trust his instincts to get himself out. He looked at the floor. The mans footprints had left a trail and he crawled toward the exit following the footprints. There was a loud bang and the house was silent except for the crackle of fire and the whirling of the sprinkler system in the greenhouse.
Yoji was beginning to see spots. The smoke was getting thicker and even the air close to the floor was beginning to be unbearable. Flailing his arms about blindly, Yoji found the front door. He fumbled for the doorknob. He placed his hands on the brass knob and drew them away quickly. The knob was red hot and there was no way for him to open the door. Getting desperate, Yoji began to pound on the door shouting for help. Not knowing if anyone would hear.
* * *
Aya's attention was drawn to two young girls who had just entered the Coffee shop. One was slightly shorter than the other and had red hair. She and the other girl seemed to be in deep conversation. As they passed, Aya caught a bit of their conversation.
"Yeah, I heard from a police officer that there's a fire not far from here."
"Really?" The taller girl asked.
"Yeah. He said a small flower shop had caught fire. They don't know how but.." her voice trailed as he approached the counter.
"A flower shop?" Ken asked turning to Aya.
"That's what she said." Aya said leaping up from his chair and bounding toward the door.
Ken followed Aya down the stairs and they sprinted up the street. As they rounded the corner to their shop they saw several people standing outside watching as the flower shop burned. Ken's heart skipped a beat as he realized that Yoji and Omi were not among the on lookers.
"Did anyone see a man and young boy leave the store?" Aya asked.
"No."
Ken leapt toward the front door. A piece of wood was wedged under the door handle. Ken kicked it a side and grabbed for the doorknob. He recoiled, as he could not even get with in two inches form the brass knob. Thinking quickly he kicked at the door. The wood however seemed unscathed. He shoved himself against the door. From the other side he could hear someone else pushing against the door.
"Omi? Yoji?" He called.
"Ken? Ken is that you?" the voice called.
"Yeah, move away from the door I'm trying to kick it in!"
Coughing was the only reply he received and he began to throw his body against the door again. Aya joined him and they both were able to knock the door down. Yoji stumbled out coughing and gasping for air. He collapsed on the cement and Aya helped him to stand. He took a few deep breaths.
"Yoji where's Omi?" Aya asked.
"Is he inside?" Ken asked preparing to run in after Omi. Yoji shook his head. "He's not in there. They took him."
"Who?" Ken asked.
Aya helped Yoji to his feet and they walked away from the building. They were greeted by clapping from the onlookers. Ken followed trying to get answers from Yoji. Aya shot him an angry glance and Ken backed off. As the medic's arrived, they loaded Yoji onto an ambulance and they pulled away from the scene. Ken and Aya followed in Aya's car.
As they arrived at the hospital they were shown to the waiting room. Ken sat down and sighed. They were no closer to finding out the whereabouts of Omi than they were to finding out how the house had caught on fire. Aya took a seat next to Ken and pulled out a napkin and a pen from his pocket. He began to scribble on the napkin and Ken tried not to pay attention to him.
A short while later a nurse came into the waiting room and informed them that Yoji would be okay but that they wanted to keep him over night for observation. They were lead down to the room Yoji was in. They entered and Yoji looked grim.
"Hey." Aya said.
Yoji nodded and looked at the wall.
"How are you?" Ken asked.
"I've been better." Yoji replied. "God damn it!" He closed his eyes. "It's all my fault."
"Nothings your fault." Aya said calmly.
"Do you feel up to telling us what happened?" Ken questioned.
"I was checking my e-mail. There was a message, I didn't know whom it was from, but I opened it. A bomb had been attached to the e-mail or something. I grabbed Omi and we ran up stairs. Just as we were about to get to the door. well I don't really remember what happened, but the next thing I knew we were surrounded by smoke. Then this guy came and took Omi. I don't know what happened after that." Yoji finished.
Ken nodded and looked to Aya. He seemed to still be soaking up the information. Omi had been kidnapped again and they were no closer to finding out who did this than the last time. Feeling frustrated and tired, Ken stood. He began to walk to the door when Yoji spoke again.
"Do you guys know anything about the Occult for Wings?"
"No. Why?" Aya asked.
Ken suddenly understood. Without a word he bolted from the room and down the stairs. He tore from the hospital and ran as fast as he could toward the library. Even if they couldn't use the computer at home they could check the internet at the library. As he reached the library door he stopped to catch his breath. After he regained some air he entered the library and found an open computer. Logging on, he checked several different web pages and looked for anything he could find on an occult that kidnapped children. Several different listings came up and he clicked in the one called "Angel Wings". As he read the article his blood froze.
Angel Occult Attacks Children
Reporter Takahashi Shuichi
Today the body of a young child was found horribly mutilated. The child was a male about the age of 16. He disappeared from his home in Kyoto several weeks ago. When the body was found his back had two large gashes where the wings of an angel should have been. According to authorities, the child was found and returned safely home before he was kidnapped a second time. The child's identity will not be released due to the wishes of the family.
The police say that he is the fourth boy found in Japan to have been kidnapped and murdered in this way. News sources from other countries report that similar attacks have happened in England, America, Germany and France. The child was the twelfth to be found worldwide. According to authorities once the child is kidnapped a second time, they do not return home.
Ken's hand shook as he looked toward the print button. He felt sick. Below the print button was another link. Shakily Ken clicked the link, as the page loaded a picture of the child showed up on the screen. It appeared to be his school photo, which had been release several weeks after the article. Underneath the picture it said "In Loving Memory of Ryuichi". The boy had deep ocean blue eyes and sandy blond hair. He smiled out from the picture as if he was the happiest child on the planet. There was another link under the photo. Ken clicked it. As the next page loaded, his stomach made a summersault. Each child had blue eyes and light brown to honey blond hair. Under each photo was the name of the child and where they were from. At the bottom of the page there was yet another link. Ken clicked it and waited for it to load. Unsure if he wanted to see it or not.
Several photos showed up and Ken's stomach lurched. Each was a photo of a mutilated body. Some of the photos displayed some bodies that were dismembered and others that were horribly cut up. Ken printed the article and the photos and logged off. He shook as he collected his papers and paid the proper amount of yen to the librarian.
As he walked from the library, he suddenly realized that if they didn't find Omi again they would never see him alive again.
* * *
Omi was tossed like a rag doll into the corner of a cold room. There was a clinking sound as a lock was set into place. The floor was cold even through his flannel pajamas. Omi pulled himself into a tight ball and tried to decide what he needed to do. The room was to dark to move around in and there was not enough light to make anything out. There were no windows that he could see and there was a draft from some where above him.
Using the wall for support, Omi stood looking around blindly at the dark ceiling. The draft was coming from an airshaft maybe three feet above him. Omi, however, couldn't make out its exact coordinates. Wishing he had his assassin goggles with his, Omi sat down in his corner his arms wrapped around his legs. Goosebumps sprang up on his delicate flesh as he sat there staring out into nothingness.
A creaking sound sounded as the deadbolt that had been set into place a few minutes earlier slid back. The door opened and the man in the expensive clothing walked over toward Omi. He squatted next to him and looked into Omi's eyes through his sunglasses. A smile danced on his lips and he grabbed a handful of Omi's honey blond hair. He pulled Omi's head back and examined his face. He then ran his hand up Omi's flannel pajama top. He stopped at the bandages and then with drew his hand from under the soft fabric.
"Your friends took good care of you my little angel. Now it's time to send you back to heaven."
To be continued.
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Crimson Tears: Okay okay so this is the longest chapter I have written. This is my way of apologizing for the long periods of updates! I had a serious case of writer's block but it seems to have gone away now. I'm hoping to start on the next chapter tomorrow. I hope you enjoy this chapter and stay tuned! Thanks for staying with Bleeding Angel!
See ya next time!
************************************************************************* Chapter 9
Inferno
*BAM*
There was a loud crash and then the house was engulfed in flames. Yoji coughed as the smoke rose around him. The flames had built a large wall on all sides of him and Omi and there was no way out.
"Are.you.okay?" Yoji coughed.
"I'm okay." Omi gasped as the heat increased.
Omi clung to Yoji's shirt as Yoji tried to spot away out of the inferno. Through the fire he could see someone approaching!
"Ken! Aya! Is that you? We're over here!" Yoji shouted coughing at the same time.
He forced Omi's face down on the ground and lay next to him. The air was still breathable the lower to the floor they were. Through the smoke and fire Yoji could see shoe's approaching. They were nice polished shinny black shoes and didn't belong to either Aya or Ken.
"Hello love." The voice said. The voice was muffled as if it were behind a mask. "Your wings dear, we want your wings." A hand came down and pulled Omi from Yoji's grasp.
"Let me go!" Omi cried flailing and trying to escape. "Yoji!"
Yoji tried to stand up, but the heat was too intense. "Leave him alone!" Yoji coughed. A foot connected with his jaw and he flew back a few inches.
"Be silent. Let's go now angel." Omi cried for help as he was carted away.
Yoji shakily began to follow Omi's voice. It was fading and Yoji had to trust his instincts to get himself out. He looked at the floor. The mans footprints had left a trail and he crawled toward the exit following the footprints. There was a loud bang and the house was silent except for the crackle of fire and the whirling of the sprinkler system in the greenhouse.
Yoji was beginning to see spots. The smoke was getting thicker and even the air close to the floor was beginning to be unbearable. Flailing his arms about blindly, Yoji found the front door. He fumbled for the doorknob. He placed his hands on the brass knob and drew them away quickly. The knob was red hot and there was no way for him to open the door. Getting desperate, Yoji began to pound on the door shouting for help. Not knowing if anyone would hear.
* * *
Aya's attention was drawn to two young girls who had just entered the Coffee shop. One was slightly shorter than the other and had red hair. She and the other girl seemed to be in deep conversation. As they passed, Aya caught a bit of their conversation.
"Yeah, I heard from a police officer that there's a fire not far from here."
"Really?" The taller girl asked.
"Yeah. He said a small flower shop had caught fire. They don't know how but.." her voice trailed as he approached the counter.
"A flower shop?" Ken asked turning to Aya.
"That's what she said." Aya said leaping up from his chair and bounding toward the door.
Ken followed Aya down the stairs and they sprinted up the street. As they rounded the corner to their shop they saw several people standing outside watching as the flower shop burned. Ken's heart skipped a beat as he realized that Yoji and Omi were not among the on lookers.
"Did anyone see a man and young boy leave the store?" Aya asked.
"No."
Ken leapt toward the front door. A piece of wood was wedged under the door handle. Ken kicked it a side and grabbed for the doorknob. He recoiled, as he could not even get with in two inches form the brass knob. Thinking quickly he kicked at the door. The wood however seemed unscathed. He shoved himself against the door. From the other side he could hear someone else pushing against the door.
"Omi? Yoji?" He called.
"Ken? Ken is that you?" the voice called.
"Yeah, move away from the door I'm trying to kick it in!"
Coughing was the only reply he received and he began to throw his body against the door again. Aya joined him and they both were able to knock the door down. Yoji stumbled out coughing and gasping for air. He collapsed on the cement and Aya helped him to stand. He took a few deep breaths.
"Yoji where's Omi?" Aya asked.
"Is he inside?" Ken asked preparing to run in after Omi. Yoji shook his head. "He's not in there. They took him."
"Who?" Ken asked.
Aya helped Yoji to his feet and they walked away from the building. They were greeted by clapping from the onlookers. Ken followed trying to get answers from Yoji. Aya shot him an angry glance and Ken backed off. As the medic's arrived, they loaded Yoji onto an ambulance and they pulled away from the scene. Ken and Aya followed in Aya's car.
As they arrived at the hospital they were shown to the waiting room. Ken sat down and sighed. They were no closer to finding out the whereabouts of Omi than they were to finding out how the house had caught on fire. Aya took a seat next to Ken and pulled out a napkin and a pen from his pocket. He began to scribble on the napkin and Ken tried not to pay attention to him.
A short while later a nurse came into the waiting room and informed them that Yoji would be okay but that they wanted to keep him over night for observation. They were lead down to the room Yoji was in. They entered and Yoji looked grim.
"Hey." Aya said.
Yoji nodded and looked at the wall.
"How are you?" Ken asked.
"I've been better." Yoji replied. "God damn it!" He closed his eyes. "It's all my fault."
"Nothings your fault." Aya said calmly.
"Do you feel up to telling us what happened?" Ken questioned.
"I was checking my e-mail. There was a message, I didn't know whom it was from, but I opened it. A bomb had been attached to the e-mail or something. I grabbed Omi and we ran up stairs. Just as we were about to get to the door. well I don't really remember what happened, but the next thing I knew we were surrounded by smoke. Then this guy came and took Omi. I don't know what happened after that." Yoji finished.
Ken nodded and looked to Aya. He seemed to still be soaking up the information. Omi had been kidnapped again and they were no closer to finding out who did this than the last time. Feeling frustrated and tired, Ken stood. He began to walk to the door when Yoji spoke again.
"Do you guys know anything about the Occult for Wings?"
"No. Why?" Aya asked.
Ken suddenly understood. Without a word he bolted from the room and down the stairs. He tore from the hospital and ran as fast as he could toward the library. Even if they couldn't use the computer at home they could check the internet at the library. As he reached the library door he stopped to catch his breath. After he regained some air he entered the library and found an open computer. Logging on, he checked several different web pages and looked for anything he could find on an occult that kidnapped children. Several different listings came up and he clicked in the one called "Angel Wings". As he read the article his blood froze.
Angel Occult Attacks Children
Reporter Takahashi Shuichi
Today the body of a young child was found horribly mutilated. The child was a male about the age of 16. He disappeared from his home in Kyoto several weeks ago. When the body was found his back had two large gashes where the wings of an angel should have been. According to authorities, the child was found and returned safely home before he was kidnapped a second time. The child's identity will not be released due to the wishes of the family.
The police say that he is the fourth boy found in Japan to have been kidnapped and murdered in this way. News sources from other countries report that similar attacks have happened in England, America, Germany and France. The child was the twelfth to be found worldwide. According to authorities once the child is kidnapped a second time, they do not return home.
Ken's hand shook as he looked toward the print button. He felt sick. Below the print button was another link. Shakily Ken clicked the link, as the page loaded a picture of the child showed up on the screen. It appeared to be his school photo, which had been release several weeks after the article. Underneath the picture it said "In Loving Memory of Ryuichi". The boy had deep ocean blue eyes and sandy blond hair. He smiled out from the picture as if he was the happiest child on the planet. There was another link under the photo. Ken clicked it. As the next page loaded, his stomach made a summersault. Each child had blue eyes and light brown to honey blond hair. Under each photo was the name of the child and where they were from. At the bottom of the page there was yet another link. Ken clicked it and waited for it to load. Unsure if he wanted to see it or not.
Several photos showed up and Ken's stomach lurched. Each was a photo of a mutilated body. Some of the photos displayed some bodies that were dismembered and others that were horribly cut up. Ken printed the article and the photos and logged off. He shook as he collected his papers and paid the proper amount of yen to the librarian.
As he walked from the library, he suddenly realized that if they didn't find Omi again they would never see him alive again.
* * *
Omi was tossed like a rag doll into the corner of a cold room. There was a clinking sound as a lock was set into place. The floor was cold even through his flannel pajamas. Omi pulled himself into a tight ball and tried to decide what he needed to do. The room was to dark to move around in and there was not enough light to make anything out. There were no windows that he could see and there was a draft from some where above him.
Using the wall for support, Omi stood looking around blindly at the dark ceiling. The draft was coming from an airshaft maybe three feet above him. Omi, however, couldn't make out its exact coordinates. Wishing he had his assassin goggles with his, Omi sat down in his corner his arms wrapped around his legs. Goosebumps sprang up on his delicate flesh as he sat there staring out into nothingness.
A creaking sound sounded as the deadbolt that had been set into place a few minutes earlier slid back. The door opened and the man in the expensive clothing walked over toward Omi. He squatted next to him and looked into Omi's eyes through his sunglasses. A smile danced on his lips and he grabbed a handful of Omi's honey blond hair. He pulled Omi's head back and examined his face. He then ran his hand up Omi's flannel pajama top. He stopped at the bandages and then with drew his hand from under the soft fabric.
"Your friends took good care of you my little angel. Now it's time to send you back to heaven."
To be continued.
*************************************************************************
Crimson Tears: Okay okay so this is the longest chapter I have written. This is my way of apologizing for the long periods of updates! I had a serious case of writer's block but it seems to have gone away now. I'm hoping to start on the next chapter tomorrow. I hope you enjoy this chapter and stay tuned! Thanks for staying with Bleeding Angel!
See ya next time!
