5:54pm
PHILADELPHIA, PA
Josiah was walking near the skyscrapers, trying to get a general idea of the city's layout. He walked into a back alley, where he saw about eight thugs. He turned to leave..he had no time for delays, he's on a mission.
But before he could reach the exit, they surrounded him. The leader said, "Oh what's this? You lost, little boy? Better go home to your mommy.. before you have a little 'accident'. You really shouldn't be here, son." They snickered amongst themselves.
The angel say to him, "I'd tell you the same, Brian. But your mommy died when you were five."
"What?! How did you know that, punk?!!" They pulled their guns out.
Josiah yelled, "Enough of this! Leave, you murdering bastards."
One guy laughed, "Murder? Let us tell ya something about murder, kid. It's fun--it's easy--and you're gonna learn ALL about it.."
He smiled, which surprises them. "Oh, I see. Murder..as in mass
slaughter? Genocide, you mean?"
"Ha, ha! Yeah, you got it."
The boy laughed at the main guy. "Well, allow me to show you monkeys what 'Genocide' is all about!!" He leaped into the air and grabbed his arm, throwing the punk over his shoulder. He jumped at two others with kicks and elbow strikes, easily putting them down. They couldn't understand how a kid of his stature or 'age' can do this.
Three of the hoodlums fired their guns at his chest and head.
Wounded, he fall on his back. They approached, checking for his
wallet. After a minute, he fully recovered. He kicked his legs up, knocking the pistols out of their hands. He took two small-handled sickles out of his coat, tossing them at opposite sides of him.
The blades sped forth at a blinding speed, going faster as they flew...they hit both men in the chest. He then pulled a crooked dagger from his left boot and threw it at the third assailant.
Five left. Josiah pulled the sickles out of the two men and rushed to one thug, swinging at them in a windmill motion, cutting at his enemies in circular arcs.
He fell to the pavement, gasping his last.
The angel somersaulted behind the next man and punched him in the
back. As the man screamed out in pain, Josiah did a hand-strike to the front of his enemy's neck. CRACKK!! He knelt over him, laughing. He slowly got up and walked towards the last three.
They start backing away. "Whoa, man, chill out. We don't want no trouble."
The third punk gasped, trying to get the words out. "Who..who are.."
The kid was not smiling now. "Trouble is already here. I tried to leave peacefiully, yet you wanted to fight. Your friends paid for that mistake!" He stared into their eyes, impressing unnatural fear into their minds. "I have killed many more than you can imagine, long before your oldest ancestors were born! But I'll let you monkeys live, for now. Test my patience, I'll be sure to destroy you and your entire gang. I've just slain your friends, a few hundred more won't make a difference. If even one man seeks me in a threatening manner, you will all pay for that one's mistake. Now, begone!"
"Y-yes! Come on, guys."
As they ran off in terror, the Innocent One put the sickles back in his
coat. He took the Kris dagger out of the victim and put it in his boot-sheath. He looked down at the slain, mutilated enemies. He was reminded of ancient battlefields, when man was still primitive. They didn't stand a chance...not then, not now. He kept walking, until he got to the park. He saw a man sitting on a bench.
He was tall, wearing grey clothes with a dark coat. He looked to be about 35..he had wavy hair past his neck. The scar on his neck looked likke a zig-zag. He looked over at the visitor. "Josiah..I've been waiting."
The boy nodded. "I know, Zophael. I arrived yesterday."
The Spy of God stood up. "Progress?"
"I have applied as a student at the school where the nephilim attends. I start tomorrow. I learned that he has friends..they are in my class. In time, I'll learn from them the location of the demon-spawn. And then, he will die."
"Good, see that you do. Our master does not tolerate failure, as I'm sure you well know."
"I will not fail. The nephilim will die, not me."
"Glad to hear it. For your sake, I hope we kill him soon, before Gabriel is involved. I will leave now...give me an update by two days."
"I will."
Zophael then ran of, leaving the Angel of Innocence alone to himself.
PHILADELPHIA, PA
Josiah was walking near the skyscrapers, trying to get a general idea of the city's layout. He walked into a back alley, where he saw about eight thugs. He turned to leave..he had no time for delays, he's on a mission.
But before he could reach the exit, they surrounded him. The leader said, "Oh what's this? You lost, little boy? Better go home to your mommy.. before you have a little 'accident'. You really shouldn't be here, son." They snickered amongst themselves.
The angel say to him, "I'd tell you the same, Brian. But your mommy died when you were five."
"What?! How did you know that, punk?!!" They pulled their guns out.
Josiah yelled, "Enough of this! Leave, you murdering bastards."
One guy laughed, "Murder? Let us tell ya something about murder, kid. It's fun--it's easy--and you're gonna learn ALL about it.."
He smiled, which surprises them. "Oh, I see. Murder..as in mass
slaughter? Genocide, you mean?"
"Ha, ha! Yeah, you got it."
The boy laughed at the main guy. "Well, allow me to show you monkeys what 'Genocide' is all about!!" He leaped into the air and grabbed his arm, throwing the punk over his shoulder. He jumped at two others with kicks and elbow strikes, easily putting them down. They couldn't understand how a kid of his stature or 'age' can do this.
Three of the hoodlums fired their guns at his chest and head.
Wounded, he fall on his back. They approached, checking for his
wallet. After a minute, he fully recovered. He kicked his legs up, knocking the pistols out of their hands. He took two small-handled sickles out of his coat, tossing them at opposite sides of him.
The blades sped forth at a blinding speed, going faster as they flew...they hit both men in the chest. He then pulled a crooked dagger from his left boot and threw it at the third assailant.
Five left. Josiah pulled the sickles out of the two men and rushed to one thug, swinging at them in a windmill motion, cutting at his enemies in circular arcs.
He fell to the pavement, gasping his last.
The angel somersaulted behind the next man and punched him in the
back. As the man screamed out in pain, Josiah did a hand-strike to the front of his enemy's neck. CRACKK!! He knelt over him, laughing. He slowly got up and walked towards the last three.
They start backing away. "Whoa, man, chill out. We don't want no trouble."
The third punk gasped, trying to get the words out. "Who..who are.."
The kid was not smiling now. "Trouble is already here. I tried to leave peacefiully, yet you wanted to fight. Your friends paid for that mistake!" He stared into their eyes, impressing unnatural fear into their minds. "I have killed many more than you can imagine, long before your oldest ancestors were born! But I'll let you monkeys live, for now. Test my patience, I'll be sure to destroy you and your entire gang. I've just slain your friends, a few hundred more won't make a difference. If even one man seeks me in a threatening manner, you will all pay for that one's mistake. Now, begone!"
"Y-yes! Come on, guys."
As they ran off in terror, the Innocent One put the sickles back in his
coat. He took the Kris dagger out of the victim and put it in his boot-sheath. He looked down at the slain, mutilated enemies. He was reminded of ancient battlefields, when man was still primitive. They didn't stand a chance...not then, not now. He kept walking, until he got to the park. He saw a man sitting on a bench.
He was tall, wearing grey clothes with a dark coat. He looked to be about 35..he had wavy hair past his neck. The scar on his neck looked likke a zig-zag. He looked over at the visitor. "Josiah..I've been waiting."
The boy nodded. "I know, Zophael. I arrived yesterday."
The Spy of God stood up. "Progress?"
"I have applied as a student at the school where the nephilim attends. I start tomorrow. I learned that he has friends..they are in my class. In time, I'll learn from them the location of the demon-spawn. And then, he will die."
"Good, see that you do. Our master does not tolerate failure, as I'm sure you well know."
"I will not fail. The nephilim will die, not me."
"Glad to hear it. For your sake, I hope we kill him soon, before Gabriel is involved. I will leave now...give me an update by two days."
"I will."
Zophael then ran of, leaving the Angel of Innocence alone to himself.
