Author's Note:
I am genuinely sorry for over-procrastination and unable to work this chapter and All Dogs Go to Heaven novel for a long time. I discern many of you have waited for the next chapter. Life is like strings pulling your creational mind toward distractions, and personal things to handle.
I can work this book for a slow start, and re-read chapters including revising and editing for grammar issues. I will never abandon this story, readers! Enjoy my latest and late work of Heaven & Hell episode! This PoV now focuses OC Sonny!
GZ
10/18/2017
Chapter Twenty-Eight
MEETING WITH ANGELS
I could not get enough sleep as the cold inhale I gasped, a standard air with warmth surroundings writhed my intellect painfully. None of these two angels and even Alex listened to my cold breath loudly from their current trance beside me. Into my trance, these nightmares were crawling over the vast ocean of my hallucination in me. Once any demon or a creature I encountered closer to me, I ignored their fire breath near my cheek.
I bend my half body to the right side, slipping this purple silk concha cover as I approach myself to the first replica of a man, who copied me with a bloodshed of his eyes pouring down to a white sink with cold water I splashed my whole face entirely. Panting, and softly inhaling from a rapid blood flow of my heart goes into a rage.
In one moment, I breathe a sensation of a natural breeze from a beloved, orange star across the cobalt heavens, and cozy gray clouds joint together through the morning light after I opened a front door. Grasping the tip of a pale, long balcony metal as that soft shiver caresses my warmth skins. Down beneath the parkway, nearly emptied these gray concrete floor without any witnesses on this Motel, Charlie sits near a ground pool to the white edging side.
How long has Charlie been outside, gazing a reflection of crystal blues beneath him? Ugh. My headache is entirely burning a little higher than yesterday's problem. It was nothing to compare how the pain continues to crawl over my eyes hurtfully. With a crucifix cross I wear, the flames in me disappeared that you could sense a heal from a touch of a beloved God's son. Something next to my left heel to the side of my barefoot perched. A paper? Only a green paper with green and hundreds of President Benjamin Franklin rapped with a black knot around the length to the top.
Buy your sustenance. Head to Jesse's Bear Arms* store nearby at seven blocks away.
— Red
Why is the alpha cat demon doing this? Am I the only one who has the money of a ten-thousand dollars for sustenance, and buy new weapons? Perhaps not. There are more papers of wrapped ten grand in each front door on both sides nearby. David's, Joseph's, Bobby's, Leon's, and then mine. I head back inside of my room where I once dragged myself out of the sleeping, cleansing my dry eyes with a cold that shocks my whole warmth veins within me.
I immediately start my Chevelle after I got myself ready with fitting jeans, and vintage jean jacket with two pockets on my upper chests with a black t-shirt of white angel soaring and a decal of '77 Led-Zeppelin. I drive through most of the broadways filled with sedan vehicles, and plenty buildings of hotels, motels, and stores I never seen with my own eyes. Lastly, I check my gasoline's gauge is nearly half in between a pinpoint of E and F.
Not for long, I fill plenty of gas for the Chevelle at Texaco Gas Station near five blocks away from the new motel. Around the next road path, I park in the parking spot, sauntering the large building with a name of green and yellow Sandy's Stop n' Shop* Grocery Store letters attached in front above. A three-story building, pale brown bricks around, and white on half below cinnamon. This store is ironically famous over twenty-five states in America here, and even in California and Texas for sure.
Gentle street dogs bark, and sprint across the parkway of cars perching, just before I infiltrate inside to buy plenty of sustenance drinks and food. First I seek kinds of bacon from Tyson. Second I spot six-pack of Bud-Lite cans in each by 4 dollars. The third I finally saunter near the line as I bought most of the sustenances in a large cart, fresh fruits of apples, oranges, and bananas.
Shortly after I paid, I place all sustenances behind the trunk of Chevelle. Noticing how some black dog with brown eyes gives me a tilt face with bewildered smile and tongue out beside me, sitting only and gazing toward my eyes. No collar around his neck. However, somehow this black dog with gray fur around his mouth could be a stray person or an angel.
"You little bastard! Your cards are not worthy to me!" I overhear the voice of grimace that tongue with hot and flames crawling from big, skinny guy with long brown straight hair, gray varsity jacket, and long jeans. He grasps the little boy who wears the black suit with red cape, and a hat at the sidewalk of Sandy's store.
"Let me go!" The magician screeches, yanking his arm off on bully's grasp. I approach them while the dog behind me joins a saunter.
"Mom's not here," the bully snarls at him rudely, pulling the boy's suit on his chest. "Perhaps my fist will break your hombre apart." As the bully drags his fist upward and gripping the kid's neck of the suit, I snap him with a grab upon his wrist.
"Give this magician a break, pendejo," I jerk the bully, forcing him away from the magician kid. "No eres una persona sutil delante de este chico." (You are not a subtle person in front of this boy.)
"And just who the hell are you, Pablo?" the bully asks wildly, snarling with an ugly cheek and big eyes as he ambles.
"Your newest bully," I identify before he pulled his fist with a right hook. Blocking to the left and straight palm strike to his nose directly with my right hand, I break him off to the front of the sidewalk. The long-haired guy nearly shatters his balance, bursting his rage with a nose pour into red ketchup with full force; deflecting his left hook with a short power of the double straight punch to his right cheek, the bully convenes his other loose control of the right fist.
I palm hit his jaw three times before he leaps away to the ground after repealing his hook with circle punches toward his chest to his neck, shattering and struggling to rise as this bully visualizes to realize he made enormous mistake to speak in front of the kid. His nose splattered his blood to the floor, covering it with his whole left palm. "Don't make me shatter your jaw," I warn him. "You'll just have to surrender your hatred towards diversity people, including kids."
I turn back to the magician kid who stubbornly shocks with a quiver to his suit. Perceiving a thud sound with a knife summoned from the guy's pocket behind me, the black dog beside growls at the bully. Rotating from behind, he carefully gazes to the black dog snarling at him with a stern. As the stray intimidates him, he forces bite to the man's right arm and shredding his varsity jacket's right sleeve.
Screech with horror filling across the breeze, the bully surrenders as his jacket's sleeve nearly torn apart, indicating a minor scratch biting mark. "ALRIGHT! GAH!" the bully shrieks, covering his right arm injury, rising with a quiver balance and pointing the magician with a sense of blood pour on his hand. "Next time, you little bastard!" The black dog barks at him; the bully embarks running away while a stray chases him directly without stopping at full force.
Both bully and stray dog sprint across the right side of the sidewalk, as the bully leaps onto the sizeable wooden barrier, climbing through the tip, and the black dog immediately intervenes through some hole on a left side. They both now disappeared with a continuous sound of screaming and snarl barks. That idiot has no respect in front of the child. I think. He should be ashamed himself and learn some serious manners.
Rotating myself towards the innocent child, I crouch down and palming his left shoulder. "It's alright, muchacho," I calm his quiver, caressing his silky suit to get rid of dust off on him. "That guy will not come back."
"What if he is?" the boy asks worriedly.
"He'll turn himself into a misbehaving chihuahua Perro (dog) if he intimidates you again badly," I say, balancing my tone in front of the child's amber eyes. No sign of shattered suit around his red cloak, his silky suit, and black hat, I ponder where his parents might be. Could be near inside Sandy's store, perhaps? "What's your name, mijo (son)?" I inquired the boy, grinning my mouth towards him.
"Mi nombre es Gerardo (My name is Gerardo)," Gerardo says his name, no longer quivering his whole body.
"Your magic is awesome, mijo," I brush some dirt off on his cloaking shoulder with my palm. "You just look like my best friend of mine I know. Here," I pick a ten dollar tip from my pocket, handing over to the kid's right palm. "I'll give you a fancy ten dollar tip you did for your best to flick cards across anyone's temple and tricked them with a number with the heart into a randomized card."
"Muchas gracias, señor! (Thank you very much, sir!)" Gerardo appreciates with a shattering voice and a grin near his ears. Just then, the boy's parents shout their son across the car lot street; the boy sprints with his ten dollar tip with a real cry laugh. While I lead to my Chevelle nearby, the boy's blue 1970 Volkswagen Camper accelerates through the intersection road over those traffic lights filled with metal cars, and now gone into the street.
Inevitably, the boy Gerardo is similar to David's personality I used to experience before since our youth age before the Alcatraz happened. At my house, David once tricked me with the king of hearts card inside of my bedroom. He indicated me with an ace of spades to notice which one of the cars is mine; his magic, however, came to a surprising moment to see his cards flickered unto the air, and gave me a real king of hearts.
The windshield ahead of me after I infiltrate Chevelle at a driver's seat swirls into a pink whippet angel with golden silk with blue trimmings and yellow wings behind her. "Good morning, Sonny," she greets me. "I heard you have a serious circumstance you faced with anger issues."
"Morning to you, my Lady," I greet her back with manner. "I consider you've overheard my warning voice. It was just a polite manner." I joke her.
"A polite manner?" she bewilders, tilting her head with a look of the blaze.
"Just being nice, and—" I sense a stray dog's fur. Outside, and cringing onion around. I check to the right side; the black dog breathes with a grin. "What the hell are you—?!"
"Suppress your curse, my child!" Annabelle snaps my ear. "This stray dog salvaged you from that man's knife he was going to dart behind your neck."
"Not to be rude, Annabelle," I begin, showing wide eyes in front of her with a rising tone, "I can handle the brawl by myself."
"Angels and I know you do, son. I urged Oreo to come along on your side to support," she says. Oreo? I think bewilderedly. A chocolate sandwich cookie with white creme filling?
"'Oreo?'" I say with a low to a high tone, turning my head to the dog's brown eyes.
"The black dog's name, Sonny," she points. "Oreo has been in Las Vegas through the vastness streets for nine years without being adopted by humans. He's the last son of chosen ones of late Black Retriever father who can speak in front of any living forms, including you."
"Fascinating," I smirk gently. "Bet he can't even take a good bath."
"And I bet you to shut your pie hole if I hear another rude voice coming to my ears, boy," the black dog barks with a lower voice. Damn. I think. He's got some — never mind. "If I were not around here on Sandy's Stop 'N Shop Store, then that human bully could've killed you with his knife to backstab you."
"Sorry," I apologize Oreo, gazing to his cinnamon eyes widely with composed tone. "Just being an honest man who can go for great life through having many distractions, and sense of humor, obviously. If I tell you my life story, you'll notice how I go for."
"Now now, you two," Annabelle calms our temples by her light. "You both have a discussion meeting at the Motel today. I expect you two to arrive there with my angels shortly about a half-hour. David has called, and so to your favorite guardian angels."
"Guardian angels?! Hooray!" Oreo beams with a smile from his tongue. "Can't wait to meet them!"
"Well, congratulations, sir," I smirk to him. "There is a big day ahead of you to see those angels of mine from San Francisco. I have one condition for you."
"And what is that, human?" Oreo asks, pawing his marching steps with ears rise.
"I only got one question for you. You will be able to confront the angels as you desire. However," I add, considering, "you are not gonna like it."
"Just ask," the black dog says.
"Do you like cats?" I inquire him. My question snaps Oreo's thought, flickering as a beam of thunder near his cinnamon eyes. Giving me a tilting face and ears fall downward, Oreo gives a consider to my voice nearly ring by the God's light above me. I ponder myself why cats and dogs go opposing each other for a reason. What do they hate, and why disliking themselves?
"Uh… no," he answers.
"That's what I'm afraid of," I perceive. "We'll be heading to the Motel to encounter angels, and those guys will clarify every word about my second-favorite city, the top secret weapon, and that grumpy leader from Hell who kills many innocent lives of people, even dogs."
"Sonny. Less talk, more driving," Annabelle says. I nearly forgot about her she can perceive my words, not just mines, but everyone's voices. "Get to the Motel. Grab some sustenance to eat properly, and meet us there at the Motel's parking lot."
"Yes, ma'am," I obey with a nod, cranking the Chevelle's engine, and snarl its gas while I softly kick the pedal on my right foot, then exiting towards the Broadway street.
"Why ten grand? What is the point of this?" Sasha insists, glimpsing the money from David's doorway.
"Foods, drinks, guns, you name it," I answer, picking out of motel's key from my left pocket and holding bags of sustenances. "Not to be offense, Red and those Cats are helping us out, just like you angels defending the motel, and the Horn."
"And who is that black dog near Charlie at the swimming pool?" she asks in ponder, pointing her paw towards the pool ahead. The black dog's bark fills the breeze that he consistently leaps over the white springing jump, and dives into the submerging water with a cannonball cheer.
"That is Oreo," I identify him, "our newest ally from the streets of Las Vegas. Annabelle's got the info to inform you about my new chosen dog. How's Charlie?"
"He seems very sarcastic," she answers, nodding and staring the pool. "He always listens to pink whippet boss above the sky, including the reflection of the water's surface."
"Hmm," I nod after I open the door. "And you?"
"Just doing my job to guard David," the Irish Setter says, smiling before we gaze the Motel's main office. Red saunters out of the front door as he looks on green orb reflection on his right paw. "Even from those… cats I still don't trust them."
"Good to know," I say, infiltrating my room and closing the door.
Shortly, I cook the slices of bacon on a flat, silver platinum pan while I adjust the right trigger to balance the fire. This bacon, however, does have greases instead to add vegetable oil to cook correctly. I turned on television before I start to process of cooking, then noticed my lady she entered the bathroom during my arrival with Oreo.
Bess is in the bathroom too to join Alex in the shower to cleanse. Itchy noted me that angels do prefer shower in either Heaven or this real world filled with many possible things all around here. Likewise, if I were in Heaven to wear some fancy silk robe on to venture with Itchy and Bess to soar, then I could dive in a submerging water without worries and nothing to have diagnostics within me. Peaceful home, and balance to control emotions, that's what I adore than Earth.
"I can smell bacon over my darn, short nose." Itchy sniffs, rolling on the waterbed while the television broadcasts some nonsense commercials of buy one, get one free, and but wait! "Is that a short, ironic, Sonny?"
"Too short, Itchy," I answer him, moving the slices of bacon with a metal spatula. "Just gotta sense your nose about thousands of miles away. You wanna hear my short, joke?"
"What?" he asks, bending his right eyebrow.
"I hijacked some piglet with a coupon price," I explain when the cracking bubbles from slices of bacon summons a little loud. "After that, the pig drew itself out of nowhere, and then found me near a meat factory with tons of spider webs and his conscience drank my blood with thirst after an ambush. And that pig ate my beer with bacon wrapped on my kidney to supper. Rumpump!"
"You're insane! "Is that a short, joke?" Itchy bewilders.
"Yeah," I snivel.
"Anyway, who is that stray black dog outside snooping around Charlie and Sasha right now?" he inquires, gazing the pool area on the window ahead of him.
"That is our new ally," I reply. "Annabelle's got some good vision about that dog who has not raised by anyone's hands for nine years and living in the streets of Las Vegas. Oreo is the last living son of his father who speaks animals, like me including David."
"You're telling me," Itchy says. The foams across the metal plate slowly calm as I tune the minimum switchover capacity to let slices of bacon go crispy as a sponge. I set many of it multiple times to flip over, therefore. By being used to cook since high school days, I usually not interest to become the best chef like my father, but lead my career as the mechanic. "Hey, Sonny, there's news on this television." Itchy attends me.
I let the spinning trigger towards a minimum level, leading myself to sit on a waterbed beside Itchy. Women voices soar through our ears; the television broadcasts some two ladies communicating, behind them is the traffic filled with cars and people walking on the side of the highway somewhere in the desert area. One of the reporters wearing a gray business suit with white comb behind white lady's hair is a sister of San Francisco's channel eight news reporter, and one woman in dark red bra and blue jeans with pink waist belt I recognize her who she wore a green dress.
"Someday that the man who salvaged people from Hell, but who is that man he saved us? God's righteous man, or—" the reporter begins, she tries to fill some information towards the young adult.
"That man is my hero!" the young lady says, trembling her mouth and shredded tears pouring on her both cheeks. "He took some creatures of his to ambush those animals! Like saying, 'Get to the dragon, and get on board with survivors!', but I couldn't get a chance to know his name!"
"We have no other details about that man unless you can describe who he looks like," says the reporter respectfully. "If a man you are speaking to here on this camera, right now, what is that you want to say to him?"
The young black lady gazes her tears toward the front of the camera, wanted to notice where which of the man is she describes. Itchy and I look to our eyes quickly before the young kid speaks in shredded voice.
"I am in fear," the young lady trembles, her eyes continuously pour into red flesh. Poor kid. I think. Her palms below her neck reveal a wooden crucifix cross. "We are all in fear of those atrocity demons who kidnapped many children and puppies. My family too and all those around the world are scared. To that man who saved all of us, I say this: That demon you murdered on that tacky stadium, was Darkness's brother who slaughtered innocent lives, and that devil of his gains his strength. He can seek demon's vengeance to extinguish all lives around us to avenge Lonesome Crow.
"He is angry, and now, the demon awaits your soul. Wherever you are with your friends, stay safe, and may God have mercy on your soul." David's her hero. I consider. What about me? Just then, a waving glass of gold on the white door summons. The light creates a wave and shows a German shepherd form around the sun.
"Itch, Annabelle's on our way," Charlie informs. "Boss's having a meeting with our David about twelve minutes."
"Great," Itchy nods, leaping out of the waterbed, and sprints to the white door, "let's go get my legs off the pigs!"
"What?" Charlie bewilders, tilting his head with ears flickered downwards when I burst my snivel in front of them.
"Nothing, just firing back Sonny's short joke." Itchy replies, then fly off the balcony.
Later on, I ate plenty of slices of bacon and eggs just as the simple way for Annabelle to let my hunger vanquish. Leaving some leftover bacon and eggs to reheat on a plate for Alex when I heard her soft tears in her voice. Frankly, she minded me about some nightmare Alex kept remembering her parents died in a car that David, Red and I salvaged her. Yes, her parents were also my family too, just cannot handle the dead parents' blood tears shedding their entire body. Not today. I think. Not now.
I escorted out of the motel room, seeking the golden glass table with white puffy cloud chairs around it near the parkway beside the swimming pool. Three Cat Demons at two rooms across stand in front of the balcony; Red's yellow eyes give me a nod when descending myself to the stairs. Guardian angels saunter through the parkway, David immediately sees me approaching from the stairway behind me.
"Do you know about this, David? That's the missing kid you've met her at the prison?" I inquire him.
"I did," replies David, we stroll gently into the parkway. "That's the prom kid who wore her green dress. Luckily she's survived, and hopefully, that girl will do the same what she said to us."
"Si," I nod. I glimpse back to the white balcony to see one of the Cat Demons wearing a purple silk dress (or a robe). Besides Red, I see my best friend in her newest true form of a Cat Demon grasping the white metal, teasing and smirking at me with her mouth and whiskers. "Como es Karen (How's Karen)?"
"Been feeling better alright," David answers when we both arrive the glass table, we stop, and my pal narrows his blue eyes in front of me. "Have you been drinking?"
His question brought me a surprise. "Up and smoking," I say, we chuckle ourselves instead bursting our laugh loudly in front of the angels. "You good, hermano (brother)?"
"Yeah," he nods, clenching our palms together as brothers. "Thanks for asking, Sonny."
Shortly, the blaze from Heaven lightens us and the golden table ahead of us. The singing angels ring their throats across the breeze as I can only imagine of mariachi band members playing trumpets and guitars they praise you for the party. Just then, a pink whippet angel soars down to the front of the table from the God's light beside her two angels.
One of them to Annabelle's left side is a short blonde angel, and the other is likely a curly gray hair. Is that a woman? I think to the blonde angel.
"Mr. Preston, my young child," Annabelle greets positively instead of suspicious. "It's good to see you again at your early age." Both David and whippet angel shake his hand and her paws with respect.
"Annabelle," David says her name while my man shakes her paw nicely. "It's been a pleasure to meet you. What an honor." They both let go of their shakes softly.
"David here has given me many details about the Cat Demons, Annabelle," Charlie begins, stepping closer to Annabelle. "He has the convenience that the Cat Demons are sincerely betrayed by the Greatest Enemy on their early ages about centuries ago. David here added other details about his family do have friends of theirs that they were part of a family when his allies followed my human pal's ancestors.
"His father Thom wanted his son to understand that Red is protecting him from any enemies since I was away to Heaven. And even Red followed David's father for advising the Cat Demon to make sure nothing goes near my human pal. Before Alcatraz long ago, Red was having possessed by the Greatest Enemy to control his soul to send all angels down to Hell using Gabriel's Horn."
"So I see, Charles," she says, understanding notably and facing the front of the table. "Lance and Tiffany filed their reports that both survived the Death Stadium with brown Boxer Manfred."
"Manfred?" Bess puzzles in shock tone, she blindingly revolves her head on Annabelle. "Was he there in the Underworld?"
"Yes, Bess," I reply, approaching to the table in a consistent voice. "That Boxer dog was there when David, the Cats and I fought at Death Stadium, and escaped Darkness's corpse. We'll probably talk about him later."
I nod to the pink whippet angel to proceed her discussion. "My two famous angels did everything to file when they joined alongside David and his best friend, including the Cat Demons throughout the battle over Death Stadium," Annabelle adds. She probably contemplated those reports from Lance and Tiffany's file before San Francisco happened on that day yesterday. The Whippet turns gently to David's eyes. "This Necromancer, Lonesome Crow. That creature was a powerful monster who existed for a thousand years.
"Your afghan hound ally Tiffany spoke to me earlier that you murdered the Necromancer using the Spear of Destiny, the one I gave you a gift from one of your ancestors. And you nearly died with the Cat Demons in the arena. Is that correct, my poor child?"
"Yes, ma'am." David nods with respect. "Some scorpion would have killed me at the end where the Crow would have ended my life after all."
"I am sorry, David," Annabelle apologizes with a gentle guilt. "Your guardian Charlie wanted to explain we have been deceived and delayed by one of our own. The traitor angel named Jason has banished, and should never again be in my presence. That will never happen again with such delay."
"I understand," David nods. Itchy clears his throat, leaping to the golden table and speaks.
"Boss," Itchy calls her. "This should be better to let David speak with us to listen. He is ready for some deal he once told Charlie and me. A deal in which we will have a truce thing."
"Go on. Please," Annabelle implores, pointing behind David. The Golden Chair lightens from the sky, and the whippet angel gave us a chance to sit down, "make yourself comfortable." The table in front of us glosses like wind, the gold chairs from Heaven lands on a vertical, in which on sides for angels, and two chairs in front and behind me. The angels next to Annabelle are currently armed themselves pointing at the Cat Demons using gold arrows on their bows.
We take a seat on those white clouds with golden chairs in which made of nature from the heavens. This position I lurch into flattens my whole back and my butt as how brilliantly comforts than laying down with soft pillows.
"Thanks, Annabelle," David sits slowly. The rest of the angels except two Annabelle's guards sit together. As I sat properly in straight without bending my back and slide, the table glimmers into gold and pale white sky, glancing into strips of white ocean lines and golden crowns on all sides. My man on my left side of the table faces the front of the whippet angel on my right, having in thoughts before he proceeds. "I would like to thank you all here for joining by my side, angels. I have a chance to clarify many of you here on this table."
"What is that you want to say, David," Sasha asks him, focusing his words when pressed her body forward. I look through the angels' eyes first, and Charlie grants David a nod that it is time for him to use a deal.
"The Gabriel's Horn currently has a dark spell, which is I have heard from Charlie," David informs, glimpsing each angel's eyes. "While I shall defend that Horn from any monstrous demons that come from Hell, I require those Cat Demons on my side to guard me and my fellow friendships for ourselves not be in danger by any powerful enemies from Darkness's minions.
"The Cat Demons, however —" David again gazes to angels, including Itchy and Bess beside me. "— according to my explanation to Charlie since three days, they are, as a result, part of my family's friends a long time ago, and had targeted from Darkness. Since I desire Cat Demons on my side, on the other hand, I have some conditions I must inform you now."
"We are listening, my child," Annabelle listens carefully. All the angels focus my words, and above Heaven's sky, the crepuscular light shines all of us over the conversation table.
"After the aftershock of San Francisco," David begins, bending his body and both arms in front of a golden table. "My family and I went isolated during the attack. I am with my great friends I've known them including Cat Demons. We all vacated the tragic in which we have survived the incursion from Darkness's rage.
"According to some great news report from my buddy Charlie, my family escaped somewhere on the Bay Bridge where they landed to Oakland, and continue themselves to search some shelter from anywhere as possible in the unknown location. My family traveled to the Interstate 10 East with the sheriff family. I demand to know where is my family's last location and make sure they are alive as possible. That is my first condition."
Charlie palms his paw to David's hand, and infiltrate his whole head below my man's right arm. "My daughter Tara is with the Sheriff Richard, David," Charlie tells him. "She is currently with him over there at the I-10 East with your family. We'll give her a heads up call for you."
"Our prayers have been answered, hermano!" I smirk, fisting in the air as victorious.
"Is there another conditions you need to discuss, David?" Annabelle adds, she summons a giant, golden index book, and opens the page after moving a hardcover. Itchy beside me bounds over my legs and sits as we embark this conversation of David's conditions. This discussion is better to be good. I think.
"The Cat Demon leader, Red, desires to convince you all here have a truce for all angels not to attack him and the Cats," David explains, focusing his blue eyes ahead of the whippet angel. "All of them will guarantee themselves to maintain their objectives by securing my fellow friends and me. One of the Cat Demons is currently in Hell. However, Razor is still torturing badly by Darkness and still a prisoner. He did what Red's younger brother had to do to protect Sonny and me from Death Stadium as our ally."
"To be honest with you, David," Charlie adds, positioning beside David's right side. "We the canine angels here dislike the Cat Demons. And I already know Red's sincerely possessed by the Greatest Enemy. To have proof, you'll have to show us your memory."
"I have one," David touches his temple, releasing one of the unforgettable memories of Alcatraz from my man's head. As he delivers a light, soft web light landing on the golden table, the trumpet icon indicates in the middle, visualizing David's vision throughout the prison inside the Alcatraz. Once he was in front of enormous Cat Demon that Red's tail tied up using one of the officer's handcuffs to the water source, Red turned with red solar eyes, and it's scene pauses David's memory to visualize this evidence how Red became possessed. David clarifies.
"This memory right here I show you in this scene, this is where Red's eyes are not his eyes. Red's only orbs are always yellow. This crimson lens what you peer in this memory right now, those are Darkness's red solar eyes. In that way, this will make sense that Red was possessed entirely by Darkness. The Greatest Enemy controls many minions however he desires to manipulate toward Cat Demons to obey from Darkness.
"Red informed me that he had no choice to steal the Horn because of his family he begged for mercy. If he did not use that wrong order back then, then Darky could have murdered the Cat Demons, and even—" David cranes his head, looking at the Cats standing on the balcony of the second floor. He returns his head in front of Annabelle. "— Karen. Perhaps everyone notices that Charlie, Itchy, Sasha and I sought Red sunk under the hole with such failure. Darkness exiled him with treason for few years, and changed his mind to kill Red and the rest of Cats after all."
"So this is what Darkness made a purpose, to mind control, and intimidate any minions?" Bess asks understandably, "Does the Greatest Enemy manipulated Cat Demons to snatch the Gabriel's Horn and some other important things in the past?"
"Correct," David nods to Bess.
"Is there any other conditions, young child?" Annabelle demands him dearly, "You're probably almost forgetting about some deal we can discuss."
"Yes," David reminds, having thought as closing his orbs in a second and reveals. "I almost forgot about that one. There is something about the exchange."
"Exchange for what?" Annabelle asks, puzzling.
"While I can deliver you Gabriel's Horn," David begins, combining both palms in front of a golden table and positioning his back straight, "with clean and solid gold with no dark magic inside, I want-" he looks back to the Cat Demons over there at the stairs. I remember Red's words that David shall make sure everything of his charges of him including the Cat Demons cleanse, and even their weakness. Perhaps, I would bear my pal's explanation to the angels plainly.
"I want for these Cat Demons to clear all their charges," the angels behind Annabelle mutters arguably. Stomachs cringe, and hairs gleam into gold with colorful eyes dazzle. "And their weaknesses. All four of us recalled the part where Red soaked inside the prison, with hot or cold water that was like either normal or holy water in which can damage quickly with a suffer."
I look all the angels' eyes, seeking the boy who was the magician that his deal is like unhelpful. Unhelpful because of the angels "dislike the Cat Demons," and not many angels will not like the deal. I perceive how angels disgust Cat Demons after all. "After everything cleansed, Anabelle, the Cat Demons will be part as allies for angels. And part of my family's friends. I understand many of you dislike them all. Karen is with me, and she is part of the Cat Demons. She is my butterfly I adore her with my heart more than anyone. But one day, angels, she will be a great mother, and I will be a great father. With no love in part of this cruel world, then our hearts will be broken."
Just then, Itchy wobbles his head on my lap, as this Dachshund angel weeps and covers his eyes with both small paws. "I love his wise words," he sniffs while crying. "David has just made me cry right now. I cannot stop my tears when he told about his girl." He wails softly. I see all four angels begin to use their tear. They understand how Karen and David are part of our hearts, just only a single damage in each angels' eyes.
Angels nod their agreement toward Itchy's words of tearfulness. They do have feelings toward their companions, and so do many of beloving humans like me tender this bright tones from David. I place Itchy to the golden table beside Bess, as my legs thrust, towering ahead and looking to whippet's eyes.
"And if there is any problem to the Cat Demons," I tell them all. "Just talk to me and David, not them."
Pink Whippet angel in front of me grips her paws on her mouth, thinking about David's deal as I want for these Cat Demons to be part as friendlies instead of their targets. Just then, her eyes rise, and Anabelle drops her grip. "Alright, David," Annabelle speaks. "We have a deal. But first, I will have to send your evidence to Heaven. We will have to make sure every Angel must know that you and the angels are with the Cat Demons, in which that includes your information of details what you uttered."
"Thank you, Annabelle," David nods with a half smile.
"However," Annabelle grabs another word from her mind. "There will be a vote after your evidence has shown to them. In which means, senators will have to choose which. I may find an angel who can clarify everything to the senates and include your evidence. That will have a hard time to choose."
"My mother," David answers her. "She knows the Cat Demons."
"And my mother too," Karen walks behind David. She cuddles his shirt, embracing him below his belly "She is a wife of my father and a mother of me."
"Very well, younglings," Annabelle nods with a half smirk. "We will be in touch with your angels." Angels and David stand up from their clouded chairs after the conversation has ended. I walk along with Itchy and Bess toward the front of the stairs where David and Karen stroll there. Just then, Annabelle calls my pal behind. "And David?"
"Yes ma'am," he turns before Karen and David saunter the stairs to the Cat Demons.
"Watch your back," Annabelle advises him. "Make sure the Cat Demons do not touch the Horn at all cost. There is nowhere to run from our enemies, my young child. I have sensed the dark paths are coming near the mountains. They are preparing that attack soon in Las Vegas. The Hellhound is with the armies. I am afraid he will not stop following you until you will die."
"Well," David thinks carefully. "He is not interested in me, Annabelle. He is going after the Horn, and he is after one of our own…"
One of our own? I consider. You mean Charlie as he is like Hellhound's tracker.
"Can we talk a little, brother?" I ask him.
David and I stroll to the pool as we seek the Black Retriever bathing and swimming. "Bold move, David," I say. "Clearing all of the charges to Cat Demons, and having them except Karen on our side is risky. You can't just mop their dirtiness work and let demons make another nasty move like stealing Gabriel's Horn, or turning against us."
"Let them try," he says. "If they are right now, angels will cleanse them. You know Charlie is here and can protect me."
"And so can I, brother, guarding your ass as I swore your step-mother if anything happens," I add. "You said Hellhound is after one of our own. Does Annabelle know that beast can find Charlie because of your guardian's 'cursed' pocket watch?"
"I'm afraid so," David replies unmistakably. "You know angels can read your mind, and overhearing your murmur words spitting out of your mouth. Right?"
"Si, wei!" I discern. I revolve my head to the meeting. The golden table vanishes as its light crawls horizontally and both Charlie and Annabelle commune each other beside angels from the sky. Beside Annabelle to the left, a tall angel with short blonde hair and tough-like face smirks. "Is that a woman?" I ask David bewilderedly. "She looks taller. That angel doesn't look happy to me."
David peers. Regarding foresee the look of a mad human angel who smirks and flirting awkwardly. For a moment we glimpse the Angel longer, David bursts his sneer from his throat thunderously. He opens his mouth."That's a man, Cheech!" David knuckles my shoulder, sauntering away from me with an incredible look of a snicker.
Bess strolls from the meeting, as she visualized David walking away with a boisterous laugh. I freeze into a pale stone, peering that angel woman who is like the strength of a man, nods, and smile to her ears. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. I think stupidly.
"I can see you both burst your tone with a sense of humor," Bess determines. She turns to the angel I stare too long. "You have found your newest she-man guardian angel."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Side Note:
Sandy's Stop 'N Shop and Jesse's Bear Arms are fictional to my creational ideas as Walmart stores and Gun Shop. I give their names of my classmates I met from cooking class in Junior Year, and the other from pre-kindergarten who adores guns.
Please review this one! How do you like/dislike this one so far? Sonny at Sandy's saved the magician from the bully? Short joke including the prom kid in the news? Meeting with Annabelle and the discussion of truce deal for Cat Demons as allies after Gabriel's Horn? And the stern look she-angel who is Sonny's new guardian angel? Punch the review!
