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CHAPTER 21

All I could focus on was that hand. The hand that had held me, felt me, caressed me and was now clasping a weapon ready to strike me. It moved towards me with such an effortless grace. With every smooth step a shivers ran up my spine. Closer, closer. It was coming for me.

But a metre away, it stopped. Patch stopped.

My eyes left his hand and shot upward to his face. His forehead was crumpled with lines of frustration and confusion. His lips were moving, barely. He was trying to say something and I wanted to hear it, I so wanted to hear it, but fear pinned me to the ground.

"I…can't…don't…" He was making no sense yet he kept trying to get it out, whatever it was. His forehead was tensed in concentration, and he kept jerking his head from side to side. After the end of a particularly violent jerk his eyes caught mine and a breath escaped his lips, "N-Nora…" he whispered before hitting the ground with a thud.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go over to see what was wrong with Patch. Maybe he was changing? I'd never asked him what happened when he changed and in that moment I wanted to kick myself for it.

Dabria was still down but she didn't look dead. I knew had to do something. By some stroke of luck the two divine creatures who had been trying to kill me were unconscious and I couldn't let the opportunity slip through my fingers.

Picking myself up off the ground, I moved as slowly and as silently as I could. My steps weren't of the grace that Patch's had been but they were the shaken up human could do. I knelt beside Patch when I got to where he was lying, still unconscious. His fingers fell open without a fight when I pulled the poker from his hand. He didn't stir which was a relief but at the same time a worry. I kept creeping across, pushing the anxiety over his stillness to the back of my mind.

Even though Dabria's eyelids were closed, I still thought she could see my every move. As I got closer to her paranoia rose within me. Slowing my pace, I put one foot out in front and pressed gently down on the floorboard, checking to see if it creaked. I was only a metre from her now. It didn't creak and I moved on, repeating for the final step.

She was in striking distance now. I had her. Yet there seemed to be a weight in my shoulders, stopping me from bringing the poker on her. How could I kill her? She was good once. There was a chance she could be good again, even if I was having a hard time believing it. She just looked so young lying there, blank. Usually she had a coldness about her. It had made her seem ageless, like a statue. But right now, all coldness was gone, all anger. She just looked peaceful, harmless. Was it right to kill her to keep me alive?

I didn't know if it was and I didn't want to decide but time was slipping. I needed a sign. Something to tell me whether I should strike or not. Yet just as had always happened, when I needed a sign there was none. I had to do it alone, no divine help for me. Though it made sense that god wouldn't give a sign to kill an angel.

I held the poker above my shoulders, slanted, as if it were a bat. I brought it down but stopped.

It couldn't happen that way. Not after all that had happened. It had to be certain, for sure. Making a move so swift I knew even Rixon would be impressed I thrust the spiked end of the poker into her chest.

PREVIEW FOR CHAPTER 21:

Watching someone die in front of you is weird. I mean I didn't think it would be the most normal of experiences but it wasn't like I'd envisioned either, not that I had thought about it before.

Who's dying - I don't even know yet! New chapter is coming & I've changed the title of the story to "Duality"

Bye =)