Chloe continued to cough as more gas filled the small room. Chloe turned pleading eyes up to Andrew. The warm glow surrounded him and he bent down to look into her face. He took her hand and smiled gently.
"I can't breathe," Chloe gasped. Andrew nodded his head.
"Chloe," he responded softly, "it's time."
~ ~ ~
Alan stared blindly at the building in front of him. The smoke pouring out of the building seemed to never end. He couldn't believe this has actually happened. He clenched together his fists as anger surged through his body at the terrorists. He looked back at Monica and Gloria, who were standing together in shock. He stepped back next to them and glanced to the building. Police blocked the entrance and firefighters escorting survivors to safety.
Monica had her eyes on the top of the building, while Gloria looked around the streets. Monica watched the horror played out in front of her. She looked sharply at Gloria when she heard her gasp. Her face was a mix of confusion and worry. Gloria caught her look and thought she should explain.
"Look Monica. All of the angels of death," she whispered, not wanting Alan to hear. Monica paused for a minute before she looked. She felt tears flood her eyes as she saw hundreds of angels she had never met escorting the victims Home. She scanned the angels and found the one she was looking for. Andrew walked quietly with Chloe by his side. He looked over briefly and locked eyes with Monica. He held his gaze until he disappeared from sight, along with Chloe. She let her eyes travel back to the entrance of the building. Her eyes widened as she saw Adam emerge with a little girl beside him. He offered her a sympathetic smile before disappearing. She let a tear slip as she turned her attention back to Gloria and Alan. She stared at the building for a moment before closing her eyes. She listened as the Father spoke in her heart. Her eyes snapped open and she grabbed Gloria's hand.
"Alan, we have to go further back," she said, frantically.
"Why?" he said, more sharply than he had intended.
"Because...the building is going to collapse," she said, hoping Alan would obey. After the words left her mouth, the building began to fall to the ground. Alan barely had time to think before Monica grabbed his hand and ran the other way. He looked back as he ran and watched as the building shrank in size, until there was nothing left but a pile of debris. Tears now poured out of his blue eyes and made their way down his cheeks. Monica led them behind another building, where she was sure they would be safe. Alan stared at Monica and Gloria, catching his breath.
"I have to go back. I have to see if Chloe is alright," he said, starting to walk away. He looked around and noticed that the world seemed to be frozen in place. He looked at Monica and Gloria, who were now wearing long, white dresses and surrounded in a radiant light. He stared wide-eyed at them and watched them carefully.
"What's going on?" Alan asked.
"Alan," Monica started, "we're angels."
"I can't breathe," Chloe gasped. Andrew nodded his head.
"Chloe," he responded softly, "it's time."
~ ~ ~
Alan stared blindly at the building in front of him. The smoke pouring out of the building seemed to never end. He couldn't believe this has actually happened. He clenched together his fists as anger surged through his body at the terrorists. He looked back at Monica and Gloria, who were standing together in shock. He stepped back next to them and glanced to the building. Police blocked the entrance and firefighters escorting survivors to safety.
Monica had her eyes on the top of the building, while Gloria looked around the streets. Monica watched the horror played out in front of her. She looked sharply at Gloria when she heard her gasp. Her face was a mix of confusion and worry. Gloria caught her look and thought she should explain.
"Look Monica. All of the angels of death," she whispered, not wanting Alan to hear. Monica paused for a minute before she looked. She felt tears flood her eyes as she saw hundreds of angels she had never met escorting the victims Home. She scanned the angels and found the one she was looking for. Andrew walked quietly with Chloe by his side. He looked over briefly and locked eyes with Monica. He held his gaze until he disappeared from sight, along with Chloe. She let her eyes travel back to the entrance of the building. Her eyes widened as she saw Adam emerge with a little girl beside him. He offered her a sympathetic smile before disappearing. She let a tear slip as she turned her attention back to Gloria and Alan. She stared at the building for a moment before closing her eyes. She listened as the Father spoke in her heart. Her eyes snapped open and she grabbed Gloria's hand.
"Alan, we have to go further back," she said, frantically.
"Why?" he said, more sharply than he had intended.
"Because...the building is going to collapse," she said, hoping Alan would obey. After the words left her mouth, the building began to fall to the ground. Alan barely had time to think before Monica grabbed his hand and ran the other way. He looked back as he ran and watched as the building shrank in size, until there was nothing left but a pile of debris. Tears now poured out of his blue eyes and made their way down his cheeks. Monica led them behind another building, where she was sure they would be safe. Alan stared at Monica and Gloria, catching his breath.
"I have to go back. I have to see if Chloe is alright," he said, starting to walk away. He looked around and noticed that the world seemed to be frozen in place. He looked at Monica and Gloria, who were now wearing long, white dresses and surrounded in a radiant light. He stared wide-eyed at them and watched them carefully.
"What's going on?" Alan asked.
"Alan," Monica started, "we're angels."