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"The Greatest Gift"
05.06.03, 19:53:52
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Ok ya'll, it's like this. I pinked this out last night, so it might get sloppy in the end. Know this though, even if it is complete, it's not complete, if you catch my drift. This is what a teacher would call "a rough draft." I hope you enjoy! Let me know what I need to change, opinions are much appreciated in my book!
"The Greatest Gift" by Chibi Squall (Duh!  )
Once upon a time, on a world that exist only in the vast space of ideation; but can only by found in the many words of a book, lay a boy. This boy had a pure heart, but was human at nature. He was a boy worth the many words of great names, yet only seen as average. Though he is a person of great deeds and gives words such as respect, honor, virtue or any other word of great stature good meaning, he is not to be mistaken as a god, or even perhaps a saint. For you see, this boy, he has sinned, sinned many times in fact; but he has kept track of every single one, and for every infamy he had committed, he has in some way, anyway possible, made up for his unjust.
His parents, well, they were a different story... They were nothing to be proud of. They weren't cruel unruly people, in fact, they were great parents to their son; but when compared to average households, their behavior was improper. The people made this judgment though, not by the boy. The boy stuck by his parents side until the end, not ever talking behind their back or even once, even for an inkling of a second, think bad of them; for they never failed to give him the love and care he needed. Even when the people bothered him about his guardians, questioning him every chance they were given, and even encouraging their children to cause much strife while he was in school; he did not once give into their meaningless contention.
After the boy matured to an age agreeable as being old enough to make a difference with his opinions and thoughts of justice, the number of people that were an annoyance started to decrease. The older he aged, the smaller the number. And it continued to decrease.
By the age of sixteen, the small town he lived in struck a rare mineral that was vital to curing a spreading disease, which gave way for the small town government to gain a budget and use it to their advantage as they saw fit.
The town soon invested in some pricey technology and gave incorporations enough money to expand their businesses. The rest of what was left from the spending binge was put into the stock market. The small stock that was empowered with the left over "mullah" was luck struck and hit sales high and stayed at the top of the chart for about three months giving the now growing government a huge pot of gold to deplete at their leisure.
As all of this is happening, people on the outskirts yonder of this town are gaining knowledge of this fortunate event...
Abruptly, as if this were the gold rush, everyone and their grandma spill into the municipality looking for work. The population skyrocketed from this movement.
This made the long-term citizens very antsy. They felt they had to stick together or the once small town, now known as a "growing metropolis," would disappear.
Talk of such nonsense stirred the new citizens up; causing both sides to become paranoid that either was going to attack with a militia of some sort. None of this happened of course, but it had created enough chaos that diminished what little existence of curiosity still drawn to the boy and his two parents, to vanquish. In fact, no one it seems paid any attention to his parents anymore.
All of this changed on the boy's seventeenth birthday; for the night before his jubilee, his parents decided to go out. For what reason, the boy was clue less. He didn't ask and they didn't say, simple as that. But when the door opened that next day, expecting to have its knob turned from the outside by the two people who last left through it, was not the case. Instead, the boy, due to the three loud knocks on the oaken wood, had opened it. The knock was not made by anyone from his family or even anyone from his neighborhood, but rather the local sheriff.
He stood at the door with both of his hands holding his cap in front of him and a solemn look on his face. The boy can still remember the exact words the officer had whispered, he can even write them down the same way he had stuttered them; but when ever he plays it through his head, only sections are heard:
"We REGRET to inform you that YOUR PARENTS PASSED AWAY this morning. THEIR BODIES were DISCOVERED in the local park's pond. We think, we don't know for sure; but we think THEY DROWNED from swimming WHILE INTOXICATED. We're not sure though. Our sources show that THEY WERE INDEED INTOXICATED; but as far as the reason as to why THEY PASSED FROM THIS PLANE, we aren't quite sure... We do intend to find out as soon as possible. I'm very sorry that I disturbed you with the content of this message and I know this must be DIFFICULT for you. Sir, there is one last think though… I am going to have to ask you to come to the MORGUE with me to IDENTIFY THEIR BODIES."
When the officer was done reporting the tragedy, he didn't turn around to go to his car or turn to the side to make an innuendo saying, "Let's go." Foote de moue just stood there, solemnly studying the boy, almost as if he wanted to give him a comforting hug, assuring him that everything would be fine.
The boy just stood there in his doorway dismal and confused with so many questions roaming through his head.
"What happened? Why did it happen? Why did it happen to them? Why did they leave me? Will it really be their bodies I see?"
The boy changed his posture from leaning on one foot to leaning against the doorframe getting his sleeve moist from the condensation on the polished wood.
The cop did not once show frustration revealing that they still had to be somewhere; he just stood there waiting on the boy.
"It's never an easy task to carry the weight of a loss and then give forth the burden to a family member; and thereafter drag them to the morgue, hardly giving them the chance to realize what just happened... I'm truly sorry for your parents demise, I know there is nothing can say that would change anything, but for what it's worth, I do know how you feel, I was once in your shoes. In a way, I'm still in your shoes; for no one really recovers from a loss. I do know though that it can only get better over time..."
The boy's characterization gave off the impression that he was not listening at all; but in all honesty, he was listening to every word the officer was saying but he didn’t know how to react.
"Thank you, I do appreciate that." Was all the boy could whisper in response.
The guy simply nodded not wanting to make anything worse for the fellow with mere words.
The boy heard the old clock in the dining room chime twelve times. He has heard that same monotone recitation of sounds for the past 17 years of his life; and no matter how close he has been to it or how hard he tried to tune it out, his ear gave that reverberation an audience with the strength that resembled a tuatara. He knew it was now noon, whether he wanted to or not, and gave the now silent clock a nod. It was time... "Let's go."
The cop nodded and upon all attempts to stop himself, stretched out his arm and gave the youth a squeeze on the shoulder. "This is the worst part guy, I'm telling you now, so be prepared for the worse. I don't know what your par- Err... their corpse... I mean..." He sighed, took a breath, and tried again, "I'm not sure what's going to be there waiting for you. So I can't clue you in on what to expect." He gave the boy's shoulder one last squeeze and simply said, "But even if I did, would you want to know?"
"No you're right. I need to do this on my own... It's not your place to tell me what I should find out by myself. These are my parents after all. Even if it is them, all I will be looking at are lifeless shells... I like to think they're in a much better place now. Just one question before we go..." murmured the seventeen-year-old.
"Anything, anything at all."
"Just in and out, right?" The boy quietly asked.
"That's it. Just like a shot: a quick little *****. I promise." Answered the cop. Reassuringly he added, "In and out. You won't have to sign anything at all, you just say, 'yes' or 'no' and then we leave."
"Good... Let's go then." The boy stepped out of the wooden frame and into the apertness of the porch; while shutting the door with a satisfying momentum so as to make sure that the portal to his world was shut off from the inhumane and rigorous one he was about to take a ride in.
He stepped out of the porches shade and into the bright eyes of the sun, enjoying the warmth it cast over his body. It reminded him of a time he spent with his mom on a chilly night when he was a kid, both of them snuggled together under a large and heavy quilt, sipping on hot cocoa. Thinking of it brought a tear to his eye. He watched it plunge to the sidewalk, emitting a cascade of more tears from the impact, but minute in comparison to their origin.
He noticed he wasn't wearing any shoes, but instead of turning around to get them, he shrugged his shoulders and ambled forward towards the officer's car.
He didn't pay any attention to the stares of the nosy onlookers, but on the other end, they were quite curious why the boy was getting into the cop car. More people appeared to see what the commotion was all about, heads popped around corners and out windows, people hollered back and forth playing telephone with each other causing the story to stretch from one person to the other. No one knew the truth though, no one, that is unless they had a part in the unsolved mystery.
"If it was indeed murder and I find out who did it before any of the authorities do..." the boy thought to himself, "I will have my revenge in my own ways to those who had participated in making the image they did of my parents. Who ever did do this, just sat there and watched them helplessly beg for breath? Was it funny to them? Did they laugh while they killed my parents...?" A tear was gaining weight in the corner of his eye, "My own parents... They were all I had in this life. I was content with my life. I didn't want anything to change. Why Mom and Dad? Why? Now I’m by myself and I have nothing in this world to look forward to... I'll never hear my name spoken again. No one knew it except you two." The tear finally gained a little more weight and slid from the corner of his eye to the inside curve of his nose, stopping just short of the nostril. Then another tear came following the gleaming path of the liquid sorrow before it. It slid right into the other smooth mixture of salt and water, causing it to drip from his nose and splash on to his lap, leaving a diminutive water shape. He rubbed his pajama pants hoping to get that one spot to dry quicker as he went back to his thoughts.
“Now we'll never play chess again Dad; nor will we be able to add rooms to the house as we had in the past. Mom, the cookies will no longer be a fellow feeling while I cook them; and they sure won't be golden brown without your 'TLC.' I'm a lost soul with out you two... What am I to do? I know I must go on... But with no help along the way? I'm barely seventeen... I love you two so much and I really hope you're in a better place watching over me." He paused and thought for a minute, "Will you two do me just one favor? Somehow or some way tell me wh-
"You ready?" the official had interrupted, "Because we're here. If you need more time, just ask and it's yours. Take as much time as you want. We're not encouraged to rush the relative or whomever is here to distinguish the I.D. of the tag as 'true' or 'false' due to the fact that they could just give us a random answer trying to hurry and get out of there. And it would be because we rushed them. If they guessed the wrong I.D. though, all that rushing we did was for nothing, because it backfired and left the person who had the identifier, alot of paperwork. Tha-
"That's quite enough, sir... I think I understand. You don't need to explain why you mustn't encourage me to hurry up. To be honest though, I'm going to be encouraging my self to be the one to hurry up. The longer I sit in this car right outside the building we should be in, would eventually drive me nuts. I would like to move around all that and just skip to what we're here for. You need me to identify it obviously for paperwork and registration and all that good stuff, while I'm here physically for the same reason, but mentally, a total different cause. I need to know because I need to know if that's indeed my mom and/or dad underneath those white sheets in the those metallic looking file cabinets." firmly said the new young adult. "Now it's time, let's go."
Surprised by the sudden burst of fortitude within the boy half the age of the officer, caused the man to drop his keys on the floor. He tilted his head trying to find the keys and when he lowered it to get a better look, he knocked his ahead against the steering wheel causing it to honk with a high shrill. Feeling dumb and embarrassed, the sheriff looked around to see if anybody saw his foul up.
Nobody to his right... Nobody to his left... Standing in front though, were two fragile women that didn't look a day younger than ninety. One woman was gripping her purse as if she were going to rely on it if someone were to charge her. The other woman had her hand in the purse, most likely holding a bottle of mace. Both of them looked as if they were on the verge of having a heart attack.
Heavy with guilt the cop felt he had to apologize, but when he tried to get out of the car, he realized he was locked in. He sighed and soon digested the fact that he had to find those keys, but without the use of his forefront or he would honk the horn again.
He stuck his head straight up and searched the floor without the use of sight.
Quite suddenly, he brushed something causing the sound of dull metal to hover in the air for a small moment. He now knew the whereabouts of the keys; yet again he could not find them. He tried again, but no avail.
The man got tired of trying to look within the small area he was given, so he just shook his head with defeat and leaned his brow against the steering wheel letting his arms fall limp to the floor simply swaying back and forth dragging his fingertips on the ground... Back and forth... Back and forth...
With out warning, his hand had touched something cold. He quickly grabbed the cause of his blunders before and lifted. It was caught on something though...
"What is this? My day for bad luck?" whimpered the man.
The officer struggled to keep hold of the keys as he moved to a more comfortable position, so as to making the task of freeing the keys from it's unknown trap, a bit more easily. His head though it seemed, had to enjoy the luxury of looking up at the ceiling all over again.
When the sheriff was ready to do his task before him, he took a deep breath, somehow had accomplished getting both hands around most of the keys, planted his feet firmly against a slope within the floor, and gave a mighty pull.
What ever it was that was holding the metallic objects down, gave away, but the sound of the release wasn't very pleasing. In fact, if that was carpet ripping, that's a mistake he is going to pay for from his paycheck...
"Man oh man... Work with me here!" complained the cop. "Stop trying to ruin my day!"
"Sir, who are you talking to?" The boy asked puzzled. "Are you talking to someone in particular or just yourself?"
"I wish I knew..." replied the cop looking at the keys trying to find the right one.
"Ah... Here it is!" exclaimed the official muffled by the glass separating them. The cop unlocked his door and then unlocked the boy's door.
The boy swung his feet over the edge of the seating. He propped his elbows on his knees and relaxed his face in his palms. He knew he wouldn't be going in just yet... He didn't know how, but for some reason he knew it would be a couple more minutes before detective Klutz and him would make an appearance inside the morgue.
"Now hold on, this will only take a second,” said the officer.
The boy nodded his head hiding his face underneath the hands concealing the smile beneath.
"I need to apologize for honking my horn at those poor old ladies." he continued, apparently more focused on the busy ants beside his foot making a path that runs into the hedge five or so feet away.
The two old gentlewomen still stood in the same position they were in at least 5 minutes ago. Their eyes only gave proof that they were alive, and they were busy burning the image of the walking figure coming towards them, in the back of their heads.
"I'm sorry I had honked the horn at you two lovely ladies. It was an accident you se-
"Pardon me? You'll have to speak up! I can't hear to good!" interrupted the lady grasping her purse.
"Oh I am sorry," continued the official a lot louder, "I was just apologize-
"Speak up son!" demanded the same frail lady.
He moaned with frustration and tried again, pretty much hollering this time.
"I SAID, 'I AM SORRY FOR HONKING! MY HOR-
"Why are you yelling?" The other lady interrupted. "Has he gone mad?"
"WHAT?" shouted the almost deaf woman to the other old lady that can obviously hear fine.
Frustrated that he wasn't getting his point across, he decided he would sit back down in the cop car. He obviously forgot about the passenger in the backseat and the reason they were there, because he buckled up and started the engine.
"Officer, what are you doing?" asked the boy.
Startled by the unexpected voice, the officer hit the siren alarm by accident.
In a frenzied panic of trying to shut off the loud ruckus, he started hitting switches and buttons making more cacophony than meant.
Finally, the cop got smart and shut off the car entirely.
"This is killing me..." said the cop as he rubbed his forehead.
"Killing you?" the boy laughed, "I think you should ahead of you.”
The officer looked forward and saw both women in each other's arms, trembling from fright. He stifled a laugh, but even if you didn't hear it, you could tell he wasn't taking it seriously anymore.
The boy got out of the car and shook his head, "Sir, I'm going to go ahead and identify the bodies. It seems you have your work cut out for you anyway. At least long enough until I get back."
With that said the boy turned and advanced to what seemed to be the main entrance of the building, not waiting for the officers reaction or decision on what he plans on doing.
The cop however, did decide to follow. That was until he looked back at the two ladies still frozen in fright.
He was going to ignore the two hags until he saw a car speed right around the corner, watched it plow right through the toll booth, putting the dangerous automobile into the same parking lot as them and aiming right at the two helpless bystanders. The cop knew what was going to happen if he didn't intervene, and soon too…
He started yelling at the human statues, "MOVE! GET OUT OF THE ROAD!"
The boy stopped at the large glass doors and turned around to see what the cop was yelling for and saw the same sight.
"Oh no!"
The sheriff was now running straight at the two hoping to get them out of the way in enough time.
The car was gaining quickly and now it was certain that the vehicle's driver had no intentions of slowing down.
"But why would someone want to hit another person? It doesn't make sense... Why?" swarmed the boys mind.
"Because they're evil... Unimaginably evil..." came a soft female-toned whisper.
"MOM?!?"
The boy shook his head telling him-self he was hearing things and looked back to the present situation.
The man-in-blue was only a foot away from ironically becoming a hero to the two people he had caused much trouble to not but a few moments ago; yet the car was traveling at least ninety miles per hour, and was about five feet away from accomplishing man-slaughter.
"He needs a miracle... Come on Mom and Dad, help them! Save their lives! Please... Someone... Help..." prayed the boy as hard as he could.
"You're the only one who can save them now... You must save them yourself..." came a male-toned whisper, but still very soft.
"DAD?!?”
"Save them, you must..." came both of the different toned whispers at once.
"But how?" the boy asked frantically, "I can't do anything... They're over fifty yards away, how do you expect me to make a difference?"
"Let us show you." came the male-toned voice again.
As soon as it was said, everything around him came to a complete stop, as if frozen in time.
"Quatra our son, we are here with you now," said two distant but familiar voices from behind.
His eye's started to water when he heard their voices so close.
He turned around to face the source of his parents voices and there before him, in all their glory: Angels.
"Quatra... Wow... I didn't think I would ever hear my name again. Is that really you Mom and Dad?" he asked as if he was expecting a no.
"It is indeed, but our time is limited I'm afraid. The creator of all, also known as GOD, is only allowing us to alter time as long as it takes us to tell you your heritage, pass on the greatest gift straight from GOD, and if he allows us the time, we will show you how to indulge into your 'well of power.' So as much as we would like to sit here and talk with you as parents to son, we can't.” said his mother. "Shall we begin then?"
"Yes." Quatra nodded and sat down on the ground.
"First, we will expla-
"No no no no!" His dad interjected, "I must know what our son was going to ask us in the cop car, before he was interrupted. Go ahead Quatra, tell us."
"Well, I was simply going to request for a friend."
"That's it? That's what you wanted from us?" his father seemed agitated at this. "We're ver-
"Thank you Hun, but we don't have time for you to collaborate on our merit." she silenced his Dad.
"Now back to the task at hand. Let me first tell you of your great heritage with a show of demonstration."
In unison, his father and mother turned around showing Quatra their back, and as if someone had flipped a switch, wings grew from in between their shoulder blades. The color was a rich pearl with many reflections in each feather follicle.
With ease, they both spread their wings making them expand to lengths of twenty to thirty feet.
"Spectacular..." was all Quatra could whisper.
"You see son, you're Dad and I, we're angles. We were angels of a clan while we were alive, not heavenly angels though. Now indeed true heavenly angels." his mom finished, giving his dad a chance to speak.
" You're an angel too, but you are a different angel son... Let me go way back: You see, human angels have existed since the beginning. Everything was dandy. Until one day, an angel of our clan had an idea of creating a stronger species. Of course he was going to be banished from the clan and forbidden to use his powers. Angels were not meant to be anything except superior. We're only inferior to GOD who is the creator of all. He also created the law forbidding anything to be superior to us. Well when this angel was banished, he went underground and went on with the creation of a new species, which he liked to call his personal 'Dark Angels.' The experiment went well, as well as it could go, but the game plan was to make a superior race. These 'Dark Angels' weren’t the cream of the crop though. The banned angel came up with an idea though. He would make an army that could diminish our race with a mighty fist. He didn't realize though that we would also train an army. An Army of Angels against the army of Dark Angels. It was a huge war. Many died... And the sad thing is, most of the ones that died, died for a loss cause. We weren't fighting for freedom or independence, instead just for our lives..." His dad's voice trailed off, but where he stopped his mom picked up.
"The Angels that were still alive fled to different parts of the world. Hiding among the many hiding places no one will know of. The Dark Angels were unholy creatures and couldn't die, therefore the war that was fought was already won by the evil side of one of GOD's own creations. After the great war, which is now known as the "Pointless Conflagration,” only one hundred and seventeen angels survived the battle out of the billions that fought. The number of Dark Angels present was anywhere around three times to five times the number of Angels. Like I said at the beginning though, the remaining survivors fled to safe houses that were meant to stay clandestine. After everything became silent and the world deathly still, the banned angel had no use for the Dark Angels and with the flick of his finger, the impossible to destroy Dark Angels all dissipated into nothing. They were gone, just like that. But he wasn't done... He knew that some angels survived and planned on ending his ordeal. So he went back underground and worked on another of his species. Meanwhile, the one hundred and seventeen survivors caught wind of the Dark Angel's demise and the banned Angel's return under ground, so they made quick plans to arrange a meeting of all four clans: The Angel Clan, The Dragon Clan, The Wizardry Clan, and the Barbarian Clan. It usually doesn't take long for the four clans to assemble; but getting them to all agree with something all at once, does. So when the Angel clan called for an assemblage, they had a plan so they wouldn't waste any valuable time, which was something they were going to need very much of. They were going to suggest the four mages make the decision of what is going to happen to keep the Angel clan protected."
His mom repositioned herself giving Quatra an opening to ask a question. "What are the four mages?"
His mom laughed, "I was getting there honey. I'll let your dad have this one."
His dad cleared his throat and began, "Alright. The four mages... Ok, well for me to explain this I'm going to need to throw something from out of the blue into the circle for the explanation behind the four mages to make since. We weren't going to cover this until later, but I'll tell this part now and just go over it again I guess. What do you expect son? Perfection?"
Quatra nodded to this question, "Yes, you are Heavenly Angels."
"Yes that is true, but so are you, and more than you know too... All this will be informed to you in due time. For now, let me cover the fou-
"I better explain this..." interrupted the mother. "Every clan has a leader as well as a mage. A leader is basically the clan’s role model. It's usually a young adult in his late teens, usually it's a he, and the only powers they have are judgments on trials and choices of destination. The leaders are kicked out and re-voted by the mage. The mage is the main guy. It's almost always a male, usually very old, has vast knowledge of all, great with magic, always the best warrior, and a wise bard usually traveling alone. With all of that now known, just do the math. When you add all the clans together you get four clans; and if one clan has one mage and you have all four clans together you get the four mages." His mom just smiled.
She breathed in and out very slowly and looked right at me, "At the assemblage the Angel clan called forth the four mages agreed to the suggestion made by the angel clan. The assemblage took place in a cavern so big it could fit 5 moons inside, but the entrance was sealed by GOD’s own tears and only allowed worthy people to enter. By the time the four mages were ready to start the assembly, most of the planet was present. When the four mages felt it was time to start, they rose to their feet. As quickly as they stood up, the noise disappeared. It was as if a silent wave came rushing in washing over everybody leaving a deafening roar of solitude behind it. They faced the audience making some tremble, whom probably got caught doing something bad before; and some anxious, who probably just want to know what's going on and showed up thinking there's going to be a fireworks show. The four mages just stood there like carvings, 2 leaning on their wooden staffs and the same 2 had their beards skimming the ground. And when they spoke... Quatra, it was like being inside what you call stereo surround sound but a lot better! It started out very slow, no one hollered, no one cheered, just appreciated silence. Our Clan's mage spoke first. He had a bald spot wearing through what hair he did have on the top of his head. On the sides where he had hair, it wasn't that long, but the shocking white in it sure needed to go. His face would have reminded you of something off of the cartoon series "Animaniacs." His expression always seemed glum, but then again how would you feel if your the main guy of a clan and you're watching it be torn apart helpless to do anything about it. His eye's had a cloudy look to them. He seemed to be blind but able to see... His nose was way to big. You can't help looking right at it. If I was him, I would have done something about it a long, long time ago. He's a mage with great powers, what can't he do? He wore a dark blue robe that had two slits in the back near his shoulder blades where obviously his wings would slide out when he felt the need to use them. He had a green tie rope but that lay loose to the sides of his robe giving him more of a relaxed look. This was his speech:
'People of this planet' - pause - 'We're all in grave danger,' - pause – ‘The Angel we barred from the clan has decided to take it upon him-self to create the perfect species that will terminate all of the clans including my own.' - pause - 'We must fight back!' - pause - 'One last thing you must realize is that if we are exterminated, you three clans will have no balance and all that we have worked so hard to keep for so many generations will be lost and for what? Please join forces with my clan and help annihilate the evil that threatens our existence.’
The Angel mage takes one more sweeping glance around the room before he gives up hope. When nothing presented it's self to the mage, he took his seat on stage next to the other mages, and just let his legs weaken causing him to slide down the chair a little bit. This was all due to the lack of empathy everyone showed the superior mage. It was quite funny to see the one mage slouching in his chair while the others stood up right all tense telling themselves they had to be perfect. Someone should have said something but no one did.
The next clan mage that was up to speak was the Dragon Mage. He had a human look about him, but mainly just his face. He had huge wings that lengthwise extended past seventy feet. His skin was scaly but this protected him from ever getting cut or stabbed. He wore no cloth except a leather pouch that was hung across his chest. His head had razor sharp horns that pointed straight. His mouth did extrude a little bit, but not much. He had a tail that was about ten feet long and he was good at controlling it. His reflexes are lightning fast too. His eye's are vertical and can see a penny a mile away they're so strong. He started his speech:
'No one! I mean no one! Not one person...' he started. The mage scratched a spot on his head and said out loud... ' I forgot why I am up here...' The audience started to "boo" the mage off the stage. He didn't take to well to that type of criticism because the next thing I know, I am forcing myself against the wall trying to avoid getting flame broiled by the searing red-hot and orange flames spilling from the mages mouth. The audience quickly shut up and stayed quiet through out the rest of the assembly. I think it's safe to say they learned that lesson real quick. Ok, I think I am going to let your father handle it from here." said his mother starting to sound a bit exhausted.
"Well thank you... It's about time anyway I say... Alright, well after the old mage got done blowing his horn at the audience, he sat down next to the angel mage. The next mage was a wizard. He wore a flimsy pointed hat that mysteriously changed colors from a deep dark purple to a brightly lit orange. The hat, whether it was cool or not, didn't do that much for his head because large tufts of gray and white mixed still poked out in rather large portions. His eyes were covered with bifocals but his nose stuck out more than necessary. He wore a quilted robe with many decals that were hand sewn. It also changes colors, but the same colors as before and is in sync with the hat. The wizard lay back his head and chuckled a small laugh.
‘I know how we're going to be able to beat the banned angel. But only us four may know and it has to be all four of us to do it.’ The other three mages nodded in agreement...
The wizard turned back to the audience and said, 'You're dismissed' When everyone was gone from the cavern, the wizard sealed the door from the inside so no one could ever get back in, no matter what. They could leave, but once they left the cavern, well they can't couldn’t back in. ‘We're stuck inside this huge place until we finish our plan. If someone leaves, it will officially be wasting time.’
'This is the only way we can defeat the banned angel. Our hearts aren’t pure enough to stand a chance against it'
'How are we going to do this though?' asked the angel mage.
‘This is the game plan: we're going to give our lives up so a new life can be born with all our strengths and the combined power will multiply the current strength by ten every time an enemy of GOD is slayed.
The angel that will no longer be of any concern, has been sent to eternal damnation to the firy pits of hell. He has nothing to lose and he realizes that. He will do anything he can to rid this planet of any threats to his existence, because you see, the only way an Angel of Gods creation can be diminished, is by the sword of another Angel wielded by an Angel; and even then, it's hard to put an Angel to death. You must pierce the heart with your sword but doing so isn't quite as easy as it sounds. There's a protecting armor around the heart of an angel. Whether it be good or evil, it still has that shell. The plate covering isn't made up of any material though. It's completely haloed by the intention of the spirit. If you're a pure evil spirit, similar to the present one, your heart can only be penetrated by a sword wielded by an Angel with a pure heart; and if you're a pure holy spirit, it can only be penetrated by pure evil.
'The only way the world could be free of the demons' told an ancient prophecy, 'would be brought by the death of others , which could only be brought forth from the two human angels.' That would be you. The four clan members dubbed you as an, 'Arch Angel' since you will bring peace to this world and rid the planet of the disgusting hell spawn. All of them are hiding though and it is impossible to enter the 'layer beneath.' The only two demons wreaking havoc as we speak are Ichiris and Hoblin. So the only objective you have now is to destroy those two" His father ended.
"Yes, the two driving that car are angel slayers, in fact the same slayers that murdered your father and I and since we are heavenly angels now, we have no jurisdiction on that planet. It's up to you to rid the world of all the demons and if you end up dying, that's it, the world is doomed and our clan will be lost forever. You have one up on them though, because they don't know that we had a son and they think that the angel race is eradicated. Prove them wrong with a brilliant show of fireworks. I must tell you though, for your first time, you are going against two demons at once, and both of them are dirty fighters. Your father and I do not think you will fare against them, but we will be watching you none-the-less." said his mom with a wavering voice.
"Well you now see your purpose, so let us quickly give you the tutorial of how to slay an 'Angle Hunter." His father than extruded his wings and turned his back to Quatra, revealing a gold handle protruding from his back. He reached his hand behind his back and retrieved the sword from it's sheathing which just happened to be his spine. "This is the only weapon that is holy enough to kill a demon, but it must go through their heart, otherwise, you'll just hurt them. I have no idea what the transformation of your angel form will look like and we are out of time, so transforming now is out of the question. All I have to do now is give the greatest gift." He plucked a feather off his wing and handed it to Quatra.
"Take care of it. It truly is the greatest gift." said his mom, "and remember son, you're this planets last chance of hope."
"We love you and this will probably be the last time we get to see each other under these circumstances. Good-bye our son." They said in unison as they started to disappear into the horizon of the still world. Just then Quatra realized they left out the most important information, how he was supposed to transform.
"WAIT, YOU DIDN'T LET ME KNOW HOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO TAP INTO MY POWERS!"
His parents looked at him moving their mouth at the same time.
"They'll come to you." Then they were gone.
He looked at the feather in his hand, studying the fine hair on it's hard spine middle. Perhaps the feather had everything to do with his powers. He recalled what his dad had said, "All I have to do now is give you the greatest gift." and then heard his moms voice again, "Take care of it. It truly is the greatest gift."
"It must be the feather, it has to be, why else would they have given me this feather and say things like the greatest gift." He thought, "Yes, I'm sure of it."
Suddenly, as if someone flipped a switch, time went back to normal and when he came to, the wind hit him, and hit him hard, knocking the feather out of his hand and into the moving mass, traveling away from Quatra's hand as quickly as possible. Now Quatra was doomed, he didn't have the power to turn into an "Arch Angel."
Just then he remembered the cop, and turned his attention to the guy just in time to see him save the old hags by charging into the two, knocking them away from danger, but than put himself right in the moving objects path. Which wasn't but half a second away from hitting the helpless man. Quatra stood there watching, helpless to do anything about the worsening situation.
"So this is the end? This is where I depart from the life I have worked so hard at? This is good-bye then..." He closed his eyes and waited for the impact of the car. "...Farewell...."
Immediately after the cop said his last words, the car had forged right into his thigh causing him to flip onto the hood of the car, spinning over the windshield, and lastly slamming to the asphalt; all the while skidding on the front of his body and then rolling to a stop.
"NO!" Cried Quatra falling to his knees. He looked up and let the tears streak his whole face. "Why? Why him? What did he do?" He fell forward and leaned on his palms as he sobbed into the rich soil that was so full of life. "It's all my fault too, I could have prevented it... Somehow I could have prevented it." Quatra forced himself to look at the sight, eighty yards or more, ahead of him. Seeing his friend’s body bleeding like that caused something within him to partially give way.
He studied the whole environment in which the car had hit the officer. He noticed a trail of some sort that led to the blood soaked body. He strained his eyes to focus on the path and when he realized what it was, it almost made him puke. A trail of his skin and clothing was evident showing the path he had taken from the car to his stopping point. "So disgusting... So wrong... So unjust" Something more inside Quatra gave way.
The car came to an abrupt stop and did a quick u-turn, aiming the car right at the limp body that had just been tortured beyond belief. "No... They wouldn't dare... He's almost, if not already dead!" Quatra cried out.
The car's back tires suddenly started to squeal and smoke. Letting go of the brakes, the demons hauled balls straight at the officer. Quatra, so helpless to do anything, limped his head and again fell to his knees. Instead of watching the car run over the helpless almost dead victim, he stared at the ground, waiting for the crunch of bones. And than it came... a noise so sickening, it was moist. First the crunch, then the stifled moan, and last, the rolling of a his body underneath the car...
Quatra looked up and saw the most horrifying sight in his life... it was to ugly for words to document. He bellowed out a long sob and cried with all his might. "You will pay dearly for this... YOU WILL BOTH PAY WITH YOUR LIVES!!!" He thundered, causing the ground to shake violently splitting the surface horribly. One of the cracks shot straight in front of their car pitching it straight into the air over fifty feet high; and as it was falling from the sky to the ground, to figures hovered out of the window and into the sky watching the car hit and explode into a huge ball of fire and smoke.
"HEY, ICHIRIS AND HOBLIN!" yelled Quatra drawing their attention. "How about playing with an angel?" The two looked shocked, but only laughed in response.
"We kill all them gone. They no more." One of them shrieked.
"InDeeD, HehHEh, inDEEd." Twitched the other one.
"Well, you missed one then, because I'm still here." And as soon as he said it, he stretched his wings from his back for the very first time.
"AHHH!" he bellowed in agony. His wings broke through his skin with a sickening tear, and every time more of it came out, his skin would tear more.
He realized if he didn't hurry, they would take advantage of such. So instead of drawing it out slowly, he ripped his wings right out and stretched them as wide as he could. Twenty feet total in length gave him the edge to size. For now he was lighter, despite the huge wings, and even better, felt as if he knew what he was doing from the get go.
He pulled his sword from his spine sheathing and stifled a minor moan from the pain of the first time ripping. He flung the sword in front of him surprised by the little weight it gave off, for it looked like he would never ever be able to pick it up. He looked at his body and realized that he had gained about fifty-five pounds of nothing but pure muscle. No wonder everything barley weighed nothing.
He flopped his wings once trying to fling the blood from the glossy feathers. He looked up and pointed at the larger of the bunch.
"Here I come!" Hollered Quatra. He jumped off the ground then used his wings to keep himself from landing, barely even having to flutter his wings. He look up again, took his stance, and gave his wings one might flop shooting him straight at the demon with dead on accuracy.
When he was close enough for the ugly thing to know he meant no game, he clenched his fist and was ready to swing right at him, and when he did, it was already to late, because Quatra was already beside him with the sword in his chest dangling the heart at the end of the shaft.
"Tell me what it feels like to be the meat in the meat grinder..." and started swinging with unbelievable speed. When he was done, nothing was left of the little plump creature except the heart in Quatra's hand. He threw into the air and sliced it perfectly in the middle.
"One down..." he looked straight at the other one, "One more to go!" Not even wanting to toy with this one, threw his sword this time, controlling it with his mind. He sliced the body into little soccer balls and retrieved his bloody tool while looking for the heart. He quickly threw the sword behind him making it flip than head straight down.
Quatra landed next to the sword and waited for about five seconds until he heard a noise that sounded as though a tomato were stabbed. He looked at the swords hilt, and there slowly sliding down the handle trickling with blood, was the other demons heart.
"All done!" He said as if it was an every day thing. He cleaned dried himself with part of the shirt that wasn't dirty.
He scanned the horizon for the cops body, but couldn't manage... He told himself to look around maybe he can save his life, he is an angel after all. He look around and spied a leg. He quickly darted to the leg, picked it up and looked for the body. When he found the body he ran around the other side of the road to see if there was anything he missed... and right there on it's base was… the head. He picked it up like a soccer ball being very careful and put the head on it's body then put the leg on as well.
I put my hand over his forehead. I focused all my energy into healing him and slowly I could feel my body slipping away into a deep slumber.
The next day when I woke up, I found my self in my room. I looked around and there was the officer. He looked great. He gave me a hug which made me pass out.
The next day my wings came unexpectedly causing me to rip the stitches. He looked at the linoleum floor and noticed a feather that fell from his wing. His powers are the greatest gift, huh? He studied the feather and realized he was missing the picture the whole time. When his dad said he is now going to give him the greatest gift of all times and handed him the feather, he gave him the sensation of ‘giving.’ “Giving is the greatest gift... hahaha, wow...”
Quatra slowly nodded his head now and laid the feather on the officer's lap.
He opened the window, grabbed his jacket, and silently fell towards the ground. Right before he would have hit it though, he gave his new profound wings one mighty heave and landed on the sidewalk softly.
He concealed his wings underneath the safety of his flesh then feeling some warm blood protrude from one of the gashes. He threw his jacket over one shoulder casually concealing any unwanted scenery.
We watch our young hero walk off into the horizon hopefully to live happily ever after. Or not...? What will become of our hero? Will he just fade away or will he not care if people about him and simply act as if it's an everyday thing. We'll find out sooner or later...
Suddenly a huge sinkhole opens up in the ground right in front of Quatra. Thousands of demons spill out of it and surround him.
Quatra throws his jacket down, spreads his wings again, and reaches for his sword.
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I wish someone would have summoned some unearthly creature on that God forsaken "Tickle-Me-Elmo!"
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| Grooovy story, the fighting was really smooth. I can't wait till you get all the kinks out of it. |
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| You can expect a Zemitra Report on this some time in the week because I like this. |
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I could make a 5 Chapter story with the lengh of that... 
Well done.. It was good.. Tired me out a little... but it was overall good.. 4/5
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| Thank you all for all the encouragement so far. Indeed it was a tedious thing to type, but none the less fun! It's a joy to see, even a few, enjoy this story! I hope for more opinions though! Let 'em fly too, I need the good and the bad on this one! So I'm open on all flanks! Just keep 'em comin'! |
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| I loved that =O It was really fluid and well written. 4.5/5, only missing out on a 5 because more frequent/better placed paragraphing would have helped me a bit ;D *donates 45RP* |
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