chptr 4

Later in his bedroom, Ryan looked at his posters and drawings that he made and or bought over the past 4 years now. "Well today was fun…" He murmured to no one in particular. He then grabbed one of his favorite comic books to read, Wolverine's Revenge when his brother Ty burst into the room.

"What the fuck?! You don't know how to knock?" Ryan said more so out of surprize than anger.

"Sorry, but you need to come outside." Ty replied quickly. He sounded extremely excited and nervous at the same time. It made Ryan's next question a more cautious one.

"Why?"

"Because the police are outside asking for you." These words made Ryan freeze. he couldn't think of anything but one question; 'What did I do now?' Ryan couldn't think of anything but that one phrase over and and over. In fact he was so busy wondering why the police could be looking for him, he didn't even realize he'd gotten up and walked downstairs and was on his way out the door.

When he looked up he saw he was face to face with two men. One, a young looking but in no way small white guy who looked to be as tall as Shaq, if not a couple inches taller. He was broad and had bright red hair with sprinkles of freckles about his pale face mostly clustered around his nose. The other, a black guy; was much smaller only about six foot four with long dark hair, he was a light-skinned dude with not very memorable features, he had a kind of boring, blank face but still looked as intimidating as his ginger counterpart. They both wore black suits with white shirts and black sunglasses, though the black guy wore his blazer open and his top button open without a tie, while his partner wore his with a tie, and closed.

"Ryan? Ryan Hunter?" The smaller of the two asked. He looked like the one to do most of the talking, that is until he got tired of it and let his bigger partner get his say in.

"Yeah… Is there a problem officer? Detective? I'm not sure what to call you." Ryan replied trying to sound like he wasn't freaking out.

"Not really, we would just like to ask you a few questions. And as long as you cooperate there won't be a problem." He said this with such a "copper" mannerism it made Ryan wonder if this guy was even a real cop. Who are these guys? Ryan thought to himself. I mean they're obviously not real cops. FEDs maybe? He never could've imagined that his world was about to be turned upside down.

Once in the backseat of the car he immediately sensed a feeling of relief come from the two men.

"Dear lord above kid." The black officer said after a breath of relief. "Do you have any idea how freaking close that could've been?"

"What? What the hell is this?" Ryan said suddenly angry "Who are you? What do you want with me? Why the hell are you interested in me? Where are you taking me?"

"Woah, woah, woah, chill with all the questions kid. Just wait and everything will be clear. I promise. We aren't here to hurt you." The man replied. He sounded slightly annoyed as he said the last part as if he wished he could hurt Ryan but was under orders not to.

"At least tell me who you are." Ryan said in an annoyed tone. He didn't want to be here and was trying to find a way out. It seemed they had a child lock on the door so he couldn't just open the door. The windows were tinted and he'd but were made of some pretty hard glass. He couldn't bet on him having the strength to break it. And cop or no cop he bet these guys had some type of special skills set or fighting techniques so he couldn't take them head on. Besides that there was the matter of the guns that each of them had.

"Ok fine I guess it's only fair you at least know our names." He answered. "I'm Gabriel, I prefer Gabe."

"And him?" Ryan asked suspicious that the redhead had literally said not a single word since they met. "What's your name?"

"Oh him? That's-" Gabriel started

"No no," Ryan interrupted "I'm sure he's quite capable of telling me his name himself and driving at the same time. I have an idea of who he is. These guys aren't human I just know it. Ryan thought to himself. All of a sudden The dude slammed on the break. Skkkkrrrrreeeeeeee! The car skidded to a jolting halt. Ryan would've been thrown through the windshield had not he worn his seatbelt.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Ryan shouted "The fuck was that?!" Losing his temper, Ryan had had enough of this guy's crap. He wasn't going to take anymore. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.

"Calm down" The redhead said in almost a whisper. "We're here."

"And where would 'here' be?" Ryan said suddenly getting his attitude in check. He felt a stir in the air as if a power surged somewhere close. A strong amount of power. He looked around and all he saw was a dingy looking house behind a creaky gate.

"By the way," The redhead said as if he didn't hear Ryan's question "My name is Uriel."

"Wait...Uriel? I fuckin knew it You guys are Archangels!" Ryan exclaimed. Then He thought aloud, "...which by default would mean either I'm dead, supposed to be, or I've lost my damn mind."

"And watch your mouth from here on out." Gabe snapped suddenly "I'm sick of your blasphemy. We are about to go on the most sacred of grounds-" He looked at Uriel.

"This is the gateway to Heaven."

(To Those who have already started reading, I just recently added this...)Hey! Thanx for reading my book I really would like some reviews on it to help me

enhance my craft. Good and Bad reviews are welcome just if it's bad take it easy on me I'm fairly new to this

Thank you all -D. Hunter