CHAPTER SEVEN
All she could feel was pain as her eyes fluttered open. Monica sat up, her chest and back aching as she did so. She had never felt like this before. Her clothes were soaked through. She realized how the wet the ground was and squealed. She was laying on some sort of pavement that was muddy from all the rain. Her head hurt and her mind was in a daze. She couldn't remember anything until she heard two voices in the background.
"I told you not to hurt her," a woman stormed.
"It was impossible not to. She kicked and well…" the man's voice was cut off.
"You're telling me that it was impossible to bring an angel back here and a…in female form?" the woman asked in a disgusted tone. "Next time I expect you to do exactly what I say!" she snapped.
"Hey look she's awake," another man said.
"Vern, for goodness sakes alive, you're going to let the whole world know she's here," the woman said.
Did she say Vern? Now it started to come back. And as she felt her bleeding head, her mind began to flashback.
Monica!" Andrew screamed. He put his body weight upon his opponent until he fell to the ground.
"Andrew! No," she had yelled as Andrew had punched the figure in black. When Vern had just come upon her he had introduced himself. That's how she knew his name. "Andrew!" Strong arms that weren't willing to let go grabbed Monica. Gloria was next to her also on the ground, hustling and fighting to get free. Where was her strength? Now Andrew was once again running into the scene. He furiously tried to get to her, pushing his way past the two men that held Gloria and her. The look on his face was of determination. Then their fingers met but slipped away. Next Monica felt the sudden rush of pain to her head and all was black.
"Well, looks like you're right, Vern," the woman said, as she stepped into the moonlight and revealed her face.
"Kathleen?" Monica breathed. But hardly a sound came out of her dry mouth. She licked her chapped lips, trying to manage a few sentences. It was only useless.
"Well, baby, who'd you expect?" Kathleen laughed.
"I can't believe you would do this, Kathleen," Monica gasped. Her blurry eyes watered.
"Yep. It's me behind all this. Of course I had a little help," she smirked.
"But…"
"Vern, gag her if she says anything else," Kathleen ordered.
"Wait," Monica squeaked in her Irish accent that was now faded off. "I just want to know why."
"Because this was one heck of an assignment that I couldn't let you mess up. You won't get in the way this time, Monica, baby. Sorry, we're winning this one."
"What do you mean? What's so significant about Amy?" the Irish angel asked.
"I don't want her getting in the way of my plans, Vern. Tie her up and gag her," the demon commanded in a haunting voice.
"Kathleen?" Monica asked.
Kathleen held up a bundle of papers and a picture. That was all Monica needed to answer her question. She wide-eyed stared at what Kathleen held in her hand and gasped. How could Amy have done something like this? She just didn't get it.
Vern came with a few ropes and bound her arms and legs tightly. Her placed a black scarf inside of her mouth and laughed.
"Looks like you're hopeless, angel of God," he said with a dark tone. "You just stay comfortable right where you are. I have to take care of some business."
Monica made a few noises but nothing else. She peered at Kathleen who sat at some sort of desk and scratched down a few notes.
"I know just what I'm going to do," the demon said. She smiled and raised an eyebrow at Monica. Monica leaned her head on the cold and wet pavement and cried.
Oh, Father, she thought. Please show me what to do. Please show me why this is happening. Send someone or something for a sign. I need You.