CHAPTER 5
Lost Red Angel
"I am the wisest man alive,"
Proclaimed the elder.
"for I know one thing,
and that is that I know nothing."
---------Socrates
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The night sky was a dark royal purple, crying over the stone and metal, respecting the glow of
the gleaming moon which generated countless still shadows. In the wrinkles of the dark city,
however, ran one shadow awry. It was tired and consistently on the move. Running from a dark
light that would extinguish its existence and swallow it whole.
Garrett stopped to catch his breath. He looked behind him and then merged with his
surroundings, pressing against a brick wall. Garrett put his hand out to catch the beads of water
that fell from the sky. He drank some of the ice cold water to reduce the steam that came out
from his heaving breaths. Not one thing wrong could Garrett afford, not one.
"I can see you," a faint ghostly voice remarked.
Garrett's heart began to beat as he looked up towards the voice. But it was a little girl. She
stood in the rain as if a strong flame, she was dressed in a red dress, a rag doll placed firmly
under her arm. Her face was a pale. A cherubic beauty, as white as the moon that night. Her
pureness was only matched by her innocence.
Garrett was amazed that such an innocent creature existed in the city he had grown up in that
was nothing but corrupt law and underground lords. Pausing, as if the girl would say something
else, Garrett received no more conversation from the little girl in red.
"Who may you be?" Garrett asked, peering left and right to see if anyone else was around.
The girl stood there, showing no emotion. No flicker to his question. Garrett did not like
talking to the girl, especially when he wanted to be unnoticed. But the girl was perplexing.
"Are you lost, little girl?" the thief asked. The girl held onto her rag doll closely, then looked
down the ally.
"He," she said.
Garrett glanced towards the direction the girl in red peered at.
"He can see you too,"
Garrett could not see anything in the darkness of the ally. He looked back towards the girl
but she was gone. Garrett looked around feverishly but the girl in red had vanished. As Garrett
looked around, he saw a gleam for a slight moment. The rain beat against the pavement loudly
and Garrett focused on his vision. Using his mechanized eye, he zoomed towards the strange
gleam.
Garrett saw that the gleam was that of a metal object. Garrett did not want to take a chance
and stay where he was, though he thought he was well hidden. Garrett suspected the gleam was
of one of Cerris's metal arrows, being arched and aimed from the building window at the end of
the ally. Garrett crept toward a sewer hatch next to him and slid in.
Not far away, Cerris indeed was there in the window as Garrett saw his face and bow when a
stroke of lightning cast itself nearby. Garrett closed the hatch above him and continued to run
down the hallways of the flooding sewers.
How did he find him? Was Garrett not hidden well enough? Who was the girl? Garrett
mocked himself for being seen by the small girl in red. How was she able to see him? But the
girl had helped him. Or did she lead Cerris to him? Garrett massaged his head as he ran through
the swift waters as he felt an ache creep into his head. The girl was no ordinary girl. Garrett
knew of no one who would walk the streets at night. Let alone a girl as innocent as herself. Yet
she showed no fear. Garrett didn't know what was going on.
"Knowledge is the most useful tool a thief can have?" Garrett muttered to himself as he
fought against a current in the sewer. "Then why don't I have this tool when I need it the most."
Lost Red Angel
"I am the wisest man alive,"
Proclaimed the elder.
"for I know one thing,
and that is that I know nothing."
---------Socrates
*************************************************
The night sky was a dark royal purple, crying over the stone and metal, respecting the glow of
the gleaming moon which generated countless still shadows. In the wrinkles of the dark city,
however, ran one shadow awry. It was tired and consistently on the move. Running from a dark
light that would extinguish its existence and swallow it whole.
Garrett stopped to catch his breath. He looked behind him and then merged with his
surroundings, pressing against a brick wall. Garrett put his hand out to catch the beads of water
that fell from the sky. He drank some of the ice cold water to reduce the steam that came out
from his heaving breaths. Not one thing wrong could Garrett afford, not one.
"I can see you," a faint ghostly voice remarked.
Garrett's heart began to beat as he looked up towards the voice. But it was a little girl. She
stood in the rain as if a strong flame, she was dressed in a red dress, a rag doll placed firmly
under her arm. Her face was a pale. A cherubic beauty, as white as the moon that night. Her
pureness was only matched by her innocence.
Garrett was amazed that such an innocent creature existed in the city he had grown up in that
was nothing but corrupt law and underground lords. Pausing, as if the girl would say something
else, Garrett received no more conversation from the little girl in red.
"Who may you be?" Garrett asked, peering left and right to see if anyone else was around.
The girl stood there, showing no emotion. No flicker to his question. Garrett did not like
talking to the girl, especially when he wanted to be unnoticed. But the girl was perplexing.
"Are you lost, little girl?" the thief asked. The girl held onto her rag doll closely, then looked
down the ally.
"He," she said.
Garrett glanced towards the direction the girl in red peered at.
"He can see you too,"
Garrett could not see anything in the darkness of the ally. He looked back towards the girl
but she was gone. Garrett looked around feverishly but the girl in red had vanished. As Garrett
looked around, he saw a gleam for a slight moment. The rain beat against the pavement loudly
and Garrett focused on his vision. Using his mechanized eye, he zoomed towards the strange
gleam.
Garrett saw that the gleam was that of a metal object. Garrett did not want to take a chance
and stay where he was, though he thought he was well hidden. Garrett suspected the gleam was
of one of Cerris's metal arrows, being arched and aimed from the building window at the end of
the ally. Garrett crept toward a sewer hatch next to him and slid in.
Not far away, Cerris indeed was there in the window as Garrett saw his face and bow when a
stroke of lightning cast itself nearby. Garrett closed the hatch above him and continued to run
down the hallways of the flooding sewers.
How did he find him? Was Garrett not hidden well enough? Who was the girl? Garrett
mocked himself for being seen by the small girl in red. How was she able to see him? But the
girl had helped him. Or did she lead Cerris to him? Garrett massaged his head as he ran through
the swift waters as he felt an ache creep into his head. The girl was no ordinary girl. Garrett
knew of no one who would walk the streets at night. Let alone a girl as innocent as herself. Yet
she showed no fear. Garrett didn't know what was going on.
"Knowledge is the most useful tool a thief can have?" Garrett muttered to himself as he
fought against a current in the sewer. "Then why don't I have this tool when I need it the most."