8:56pm
ROCK HARBOR, MAINE

Three angels sat perched on the balcony of the lighthouse. Danyael mused, "This place is perfect. The humans shut it down a while ago. We can use it as a lookout."

Simon, the red-haired one, asked, "What are we looking for?"

Danyael answered, "Gabriel's brothers. The war has come to Earth.
He wants a dark soul to fight for him. Henry."

Cedael, dressed in black, said, "I see. Yes, darker than most souls are. But he is a child. He has yet more evil to do as he grows up."

Danyael said, "..'And he shall be a warrior'. Gabriel will take him after he dies. But there are innocents in the way. Mark, after contact with the dark one, will slowly learn what Henry is. Whenever Henry is to pass on, we must get to him before Gabriel, to use for our cause. Zebonai... there!"

The young-looking being looked down. "Yes!" He saw someone in a
coat walking through the graveyard, on his way to the Evans' house. "Shall I take him?"

Danyael nodded.

Zebonai opened his coat, which transformed into wings. He leaped
off.


The man looked old. He wore a heavy coat. Suddenly, he smelled
something. As he turned around, he saw a familiar face. "Oh! Zebonai.
Been a while."

He folded his wings..it became a coat. "What are you doing, Reja?"

"Gabriel wants it, Zebonai. I'm going to check it out."

"No!"

"Yes..but first, die!" He jumped at him.

They wrestled each other aggressively. The enemy vaulted forth,
leaping away.

Zebonai threw a rock at him.

Reja fell on his back, landing beside the well. His former brother
was immediately on him, striking his face. When he tried to throw a
punch, Reja's arm was grabbed and twisted around, resulting in a loud
cracking sound. "Argghhh!" Bone stuck out through the elbow. He
grunted. "You can't win. We'll find him-"

Zebonai opened the man's coat. "Bye, brother." He plunged his hand
through the chest, reaching for the vital organ, closing his hand
around it..he forcefuly pulled it out.

"Aughhhhhhh!!!!" The scream was heard for miles.

Zebonai dropped the heart, letting it fall beside him. He walked
back towards the lighthouse.

Reja laid his head back, dead. His 'eyes' were gone. All that remained was black emptiness.


EVANS' HOUSE

Susan was washing dishes, when she heard it. She looked over at
her young daughter, Connie, who was coloring pictures. "Connie, did
you hear that?"

The girl said, "What, mommy?"

"I thought I heard a scream." She walked into the living room.

Her son Henry, who looked like a 'picture' angel, watching TV.

"Henry, did you hear it? This loud scream..."

"Yes. Where did it come from?"

"I don't know, but it sounded like it was from over there..the
cemetary area. I'm going to call the police to ask about it. Someone
must be in a lot of pain."

When Susan wasn't looking, the boy smilled.


9:30pm

The body of Reja was carried into the ambulance, zipped up in a
black bag.

The police car was parked at the entrance. Susan, with Henry,
watched the paramedics.

The medic used tongs to pick up the bleedeing heart and placed it
in a bag. "Damn..someone got THIS guy's number."

The boy looked interested.

Thee medics closed the doors, got into the ambulance, and drove
away.

Susan saw the heart. She gasped in shock. "Oh my God..what the
*Hell* happened here?"

The officer held some kind of clipboard. "Looks like a brutal fight. So, Mrs. Evans...did you see anything?"

"No. I just heard a scream. Then I called 911."

Henry asked, "What's wrong with him? How did he die.."

The cop said, "Murder, kid. He's missing a few things, though--
besides his heart--his eyes." He looked at the well. "I figure they came out during the fight and fell down that hole. Hell, I'm just writing it up as Missing Evidence. I'M not going down there for it. So..Susan. Did you know the victim?"

She answered, "No."

"Okay. So, where's your husband at?"

"Wallace? He's at a funeral in Arizona. His brother's wife."

"Oh. Sorry."

"He'll be back tomorrow morning on an early flight."

"He works at Rock Harbor Medical Hospice, right?"

"Yes. He's one of the head supervisoers. His friend, Alice, is a
therapist there."

"Good. Maybe we'll have a talk with them, see if they know anything. Thanks for your cooperation, Mrs. Evans. You two have a good night." He got into his car and drove away.

"Can't wait til Wallace gets back. Henry, your Uncle Jack is coming up with Mark in a few days. So, you'll have a friend to play with."

"Good." He looked at the well. "That was a weird body."

"It was disgusting. How? How can a man remove a heart? Who could
be so cruel?"

"I don't know. He had to have help. Maybe a tool?"

"Right. Couldn't have done it with his bare hands. No man can do
that. Let's go home. I don't want to talk about death anymore."

When they left, a figure approached the scene. A Native American
man with raven-black hair. Dressed in a black suit, his coat blowing
in the wind. He wore dark sunglasses. A trident symbol was on his
neck. He sniffed the air a couple times. He looked down at the well.
Blood. He traced his finger across the red liquid. He raised his
finger to his nose, sniffing it. It was one of his brothers. He put
it in his mouth, then pulled it out. He had the taste in his mouth,
as his angelic mind suddenly knew whose it was. He rose to his feet,
looked around the area. "Hmmm. *Reja*. Gabriel must be told of this." He turned around and walked out of the graveyard.