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Antioch is a beautiful town at night—a blanket of jewels out in the country—and when the sky is clear, the stars twinkle like diamonds in the night sky. A full moon had risen, and one could just see the first stars off to the east.
A young man in his early twenties, with messy black hair, was driving down an empty country road headed back into town, the radio blaring. His cell phone chirped loudly from the cup holder. He picked it up, glanced at the caller id, and lifted it to his ear, smiling.
"Hey, Darlene…" He glanced back at his cargo. "Yeah, I got it. I got carded in Belmont. I had to drive all the way up to Butler…" He chuckled. "Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be there."
The music from the radio suddenly cut off. White noise crackled from the speakers.
"I don't know…" He reached down to adjust the dials. "Something's going crazy with the radio."
When he looked up again, his eyes widened. Three dark figures were standing in the road, directly in his path. He immediately crammed the break pedal into the floor. The large vehicle slid and spun out of control, flew off the road, tumbled down a steep embankment, and crashed into a tree.
Within thirty minutes the crash site was isolated and a full investigation launched. Yellow tape marked off the area, and within it several uniformed police officers and paramedics were digging through the wreckage in an attempt to rescue the driver. A local pastor was there as well, assessing the damage to his church van. A journalist from the local newspaper stood by the tape, watching the officers work, a notepad in one hand, a digital camera in the other.
Another police cruiser drove up to the scene and before it could come to a complete stop, Morgan Elliot jumped out from the passenger seat, frantic. Monica followed close behind, trying to calm her.
"Where's Michael? Where's my son?"
Spotting the wreckage below, Morgan rushed clear past the town sheriff who was busy trying to console his daughter. She had been the girl Michael had been on the phone with before the accident. She had called it in as soon as she'd figured out what had happened.
Reaching the embankment, Monica spotted a familiar face nearby watching all the excitement, unseen by human eyes. She left Morgan to find her son and walked up beside him. He had a very confused look etched on his handsome features.
"Do yeh know anything about this, Andrew?" Monica questioned.
The angel of death shook his head, his brow furrowed. Something wasn't right.
As Morgan carefully made her way down the embankment, her lab coat billowing behind her, she prayed fervently that her son would be okay. An officer pointed her toward the deputy who was questioning her son while a paramedic gave him a full examination. Aside from looking like he'd seen a ghost, he seemed to be okay.
"…I hit the tree, then it got all white." The paramedic pulled a penlight from his kit and shined it into the boy's eyes. The eyes were clear. The pupils responded. "It was like another world." His next words caught the two angels' attention. "And then I saw…an angel."
Monica and Andrew shared a look.
"Michael, are you okay?" Morgan pulled her son into her arms, relieved to find him alive and well.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Michael answered as his mother checked him over.
"Not a scratch on him," the deputy commented. "Never seen anything like it. Your boy should be dead."
It was true. No one could have survived a crash like that. The van was wrapped around a tree, totaled. And the driver should have been, too. But there he was. Alive. No injuries whatsoever. Something definitely wasn't right here. But Morgan didn't care. She was just glad that she still had her son.
"Can't figure it out for the life of me, Brett." The deputy shook his head in disbelief, turning to the sheriff who had just come down to join them. He was studying what appeared to have been the van's cargo. The deputy smirked. "Looks like someone went on a run."
The sheriff gave the pastor a look. "Ya'll throwin' a keg party over at the church, Kyle?"
The pastor chose to ignore the sheriff's implications. "Looks like somebody was."
Morgan glared at her son, knowingly.
It didn't take long for the news of Michael's miraculous survival to spread through the town like wildfire. The headline: "Local Boy Survives Fatal Car Crash" was plastered on all the newspapers for several days. Then other unusual headlines began to appear. Week after week. Stories of a crying crucifix, miraculous healings, and visions of Jesus in the clouds and other absurd places.
What worried the angels were the mysterious angel sightings. They were there at the crash. And again at the healings. There were always three of them. Dressed all in black.
None of the angels had revealed themselves yet and knew nothing of other fellow angels who had assignments in the area, so they had no idea who or what these people were seeing. But it was their strange message the scared the angels the most. Every single time they had appeared to someone, it was the same three haunting words: "He is coming."
Just who this 'he' was no one knew, not even the angels. But they all had a feeling they would soon find out.
"I don't understand. What's goin' on here, Tess?" Monica asked one day, as she and the other three angels strolled down the same road where the accident had occurred.
"You'll find out soon enough, angel girl." Tess answered, walking ahead of the group. "You all will."
They stopped at Antioch's welcome sign and found themselves gazing over the small town below.
"Tess?" Monica gave her friend a worried look. She was never this quiet. Something was bothering her.
Tess didn't answer right away and just continued to stare down at the town, a solemn expression on her face.
"It has begun."
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