I returned to Earth from a meeting of the higher angels. We were ordered to each get a garrison together and go forth into Hell to find a once human. He was special; he was a hunter just trying to save his family. Little did he know how many parts he would play in the grand master plan; even I was not told the whole plan.

I would have to leave this body behind; no human body could survive the deepest of Hell, but before I went to Hell I had to make a stop and talk to the angel's on my garrison.

With each angel I told them to have a human body ready, just incase this human couldn't handle our true visage. They were each told that which ever angel got to him first was in charge of watching over him. It was something every angel wanted; the honor of the prophesized one. When the order was sent I pulled the human to the surface and flew out of her body like a bat out of Hell.

The feeling of being ripped back out crumpled my body. I fell to the floor and was out cold, I could feel the cement on my back and the rain that started to drip from the skies. I opened my eyes and sat myself up right; I couldn't feel my legs yet but I got up with the help of a nearby strip of metal. I got up off the ground and walked with a limp to a motel; the teller saw me with a terrible gimp and helped me to a chair. I told him I had no money to pay for the stay, but he gave me a room key so I could get my rest.

"You wouldn't happen to have any food, I haven't eaten in weeks." The man looked down at me and smiled.

"I can get you some food from across the street, its not healthy but its good." I leaned back ageist the chair and took a short nap while he left to get the food. It wasn't two minutes when I heard the door open and I was expecting the man with food, instead it was a younger man with long, shaggy brown hair. He was accompanied by a small framed girl with medium long, brown hair. He walked up to the counter to find on one there, he turned to me and gave me a questioning look.

"Do you work here?" I stood up and hobbled my way over to the counter, I had to look up at this man because he was so darn tall.

"No, the man who works here is away." He looked down at my leg and then back up at me.

"May I ask what happened to you?" I shook my head and laughed.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He raised an eyebrow and leaned ageist the desk.

"Try me." I looked at his friend who was staring at me and then at him when I looked at her.

"Maybe another time." The door opened and the clerk stepped in.

"I got you a regular burger, no extra stuff." I waited for him to give me the bag and I grabbed at the burger like a starved animal. I missed the conversation between the clerk and the guy at the counter, but once the burger was gone I limped my way to the door to go to my room for the night. I looked at the keys to see what room I would be in, room 206. I was unlocking the door when I heard footsteps behind me; I turned to find the young man from before standing there with the woman.

"Excuse me, but I didn't catch your name." he waited for the girl to walk inside before saying anything.

"Vanessa, and yours?" he lifted the right side of his lips in a small smile.

"Sam." I smiled back

"Nice to meet you Sam." He walked inside his room and I did the same. I stumbled to the bed and laid down. I didn't even have time to think before I was out cold.

I woke to the morning sun through the blinds. I blinked a couple of times and got up off the bed. I washed my face and body taking time to let the hot water wash away all my aches. I needed new clothes, mine had been worn for days, if not weeks; I didn't know what day it was.

I put the keys in the return at the front desk and the same man was there from the night shift.

"Thanks for the room, and the food; I needed it." He smiled and put the keys back on the shelf. "You wouldn't happen to know what day, month, and time it is would you, oh and where I am?" he looked at me as if I were crazy but answered me.

"You're in Pontiac Illinois. It's September 19, about…" he looked at his watch and continued. "3:24 in the afternoon." He smiled again, and I gave him a perplexed look for a minute.

"Thank you, I need to be going now." I headed for the door and the man behind the counter looked as if I was the craziest person on the face of the planet.

There was a store two blocks down and I opened the door to find that there were only a few people in there and only one girl at the counter, she was young and blond with black everywhere. It seemed to be a dark store. She wouldn't notice if a few pieces of clothing went missing. I took a shirt from the rack and looked at it; it wasn't my style so I moved on.

I looked at a jacket that was over 200 dollars; it had sleeves that went past the waist and the buckles around the waist stopped the jacket from being closed, it was only a jacket meant for looking at, but not everyday use; I liked it, so I pulled it off the rack and put it on, it fit nicely so I laid it around my arm. I walked around the store and found a tee shirt that was right up my alley. It was white with a black and red lettering of 'Every Saint has a past.' I picked it off the hanger and read the back, 'Every Sinner has a Future.' I laughed at the irony and slung it over the jacket.

I saw a pair of jeans on my way to the dressing rooms that caught my eyes. If I'm going to steal from this place I might as well go for the whole outfit. I walked over to the jeans and looked them over; they were black and tight and had buckles that matched the jacket almost perfectly, the bottoms flared out over the shoes and they were low riders so my stomach would show if I lifted my arms to much. I picked them off the shelf and grabbed a few more pieces of clothing off the shelves and headed back to the changing room.

I picked the magnetic tag off the jacket and got rid of the tag on the other clothes I slipped off my clothes and put the tee shirt on then mine over it. I put on the tight jeans that caught my eye earlier and then my baggy jeans over that. I laid the jacket on my arm again and then headed out with the other clothes back on there hangers. I returned them to the counter and smiled at the girl working there; she was innocent and didn't even know she was being robbed.

"Did you find anything that you liked." She smiled back at me.

"Well I did like this." I picked up a pair of pants that were about 60 dollars. "But I can't afford things like this." She looked down at my jacket.

"That looks expensive. Where did you get it?" I looked surprised and then followed her gaze to the jacket. It was so easy for me to lie I could think of something in a matter of seconds.

"Oh this, my uncle gave it to me for a birthday present a day ago. He said he got it here and I just had to look around." She smiled and put the clothes in the back.

"I must say it looks nice, he's got good taste." She returned to the counter.

"Well, he has the money in the family, I'll bring him here one day, maybe he could bye me those pants." I smiled again and she laughed.

"There are pants to match that jacket over on that shelf over there." She pointed to the shelf that I stole from. It was the same pants I had on under my baggy jeans.

"Oh, wow, I'll have to get those the next time." She smiled again.

"Have a nice day." I started toward the door, but turned around.

"Thank you." I left and she was still smiling at the counter.

I walked down the street and pulled off the jacket slipped out of the old tee shirt and jeans and slipped the new jacket on. My new outfit was on and I looked good prancing around in it. It showed off every good curve and seemed to make my tall and lanky frame have more definition then it already had. I had excellent taste in clothing.