Chapter 13: November 24nd – New York – Evening

 New Chapter, kinda rushed it didn't get to flesh it out. Just trying to hit that word count mark right now and try and come up with the conclusion. This one will probably be updated when I do the second version.

Chapter 13: November 24nd – New York – Evening

           The Angel’s hands are still gripping the long slicing knife which is embedded into Detective Michael Morrow’s neck. Michael’s body stopped moving several minutes ago, and no sign of life has been seen since. Blood pours out of the multiple neck wounds like a fountain, staining the Angel’s pants and white carpet on the floor. The Angel is still in shock of what happened moments ago, and his mind races back to the moment he opened the door and Detective Jane Brockbank mentions a single name, Naomi King.

    

        “Fuck…” The Angel curses. He gets up from Michael’s dead body to look around the room. The living room is intact and nothing really out of place except for his carpet being stained by blood and two bodies on the floor. He finds Jane’s SIG Sauer P226 hand gun near her body and goes to pick it up. As he picks up the gun, he notices Jane’s chest is still barely breathing, indicating she’s still alive and only passed out from him choking her. Quickly the Angel grabs her arms and drags her towards the washroom, his wings scraping along the walls as he positions her against the toilet. He searches her body for anything that could be used as a weapon and throws it aside. The angel found mace, Taser, keys, a pen, and other random things carried on her belt, all safely out of Jane’s reach in case she wakes up. He pulls out her handcuffs and unlocks them, only to handcuff her hands together over a pipe connecting to the toilet so she wouldn’t be able to escape.

            The Angel leaves the bathroom only to return moments later with a roll of duct tape and a pair of dirty socks he found in a kitchen cabinet and in his clothes hamper inside his bedroom closet. His hands gently open Jane’s mouth, he is careful not to wake her up but as soon as the sock enters her mouth she wakes up struggling. Quickly he shoves the sock inside her mouth and wraps the duct tape around her mouth circling around her head. The gag is firmly secured in her mouth. Jane attempts to kick at him but isn’t able to actually hurt him. Jane attempts to scream, but all the Angel can hear is muffled silence from her, she wouldn’t be able to successfully yell for help. The Angel kicks all of her stuff outside the bathroom and shuts the door, even with her screaming as loud as she can he couldn’t hear anything, and she’s trapped inside the bathroom cuffed like a prisoner waiting to be tortured.  

            The Angel wraps his bungee cords around his wings and chest effectively folding the wings against his back. The hinges make his wings able to fold nicely so he can put on a shirt and a jacket to cover his wings. Once he is fully dressed he picks up the keys to the police cruiser and goes downstairs to the ground floor, he has a vehicle to move before people get suspicious. The elevator is quiet, and the lobby seems dead. He needs to get rid of the police cruiser because almost everyone on his floor saw the cops enter his room, and now he needs to make it look like they left.

           

            The building isn’t busy, it’s just after supper and most tenants are inside on a Sunday night watching television. Getting into the police car unnoticed is easy for the Angel, he just walked in, started the car, and drives off. He drives the car for a few blocks and parks it in an empty, small, and dark alleyway where most of the stores have already closed for the day. He takes the keys out of the ignition, leaves the car and walks down the alleyway looking around to see if anyone saw him. He then hurries back to Happy Hill Manor’s underground parking lot to grab his white rental van he rented for the month and drives it to the same alleyway he ditched the police car. Once out of the van he opens its back doors. He then makes his way to the police car’s trunk. One last time he looks up and down the alleyway before inserting the keys to the trunk, revealing lots of treasure inside of it.

            Detective Jane Brockbank isn’t a normal cop. Killing Horizon church members wasn’t her first time. She’s killed plenty of suspects in the line of duty along with several of her squad mates from pedophiles to kids who seemed to piss her off. They all had it coming, everyone would tell themselves before taking a life of another person they deemed to be breaking the law. Not once did they think their actions would evolve into something worse other than being caught, like today. In the back of the police car Jane held several weapons and other devices that her and her kill squad would use to take down gangs and pedophiles with, now in the hands of the Angel. The Angel took out a riot gun, pepper grenades, stun grenades, a shotgun, and a M4 Carbine, an upgrade to the Angel’s own automatic rifle. It was like a message sent to him by god that he’s doing the right thing. He loads his new goodies into his white van before driving back to his apartment.

            The Angel leaves his weapons inside the Van, hidden in the back with a blanket which hides his other automatic rifle he first used in the God’s Divinity United church shootings. He exits the van, locking it and went to the elevator that connects the underground parking to the apartments on the upper floors. He opens the door into his apartment and he still hears the screaming of Jane from the bathroom, he was going to consult his teacher, but she needed to be taken care of. He went into the front room and underneath one of the cushions is his silencer equipped 9mm pistol.

            The Angel walks into the bathroom dressed as a normal person, he looks down at Jane who is sitting on his bathroom floor wearing a torn uniform from the slashes of his metallic wings. He just stares at her as she screams for help, finally he speaks. “No one can hear you, I can barely hear you. But I want to talk, can we talk?” Jane stays silent for the first time she woke up only minutes ago.

            The Angel rips off the duct tape from her mouth and she spits out the dirty socks and begins to cough. Eventually she settles down and The Angel begins to speak, leaning against his sink and out of Jane’s kicking range. “I think you’ve been sent here to help me.” The Angel admitted, he thought about the weapons in the trunk, and it had to be something more than a coincidence.

            “Fuck you, you fuck.” Is her response.

            “Now, now. I’m offering you a chance, I’ve been chosen to help rid of the earth of parasites. I am the Angel of Death, and I need my light counterpart, life. I represent the wrath, and I need someone to be the forgiveness, the masculinity and femininity roles as you will. Opposites. Light and dark. Will yo--”

             “Thought I said to go fuck yourself.” She yelled back at him. She then begins to scream for help again. “HELP SOMEONE. HEL---“ The Angel pulls the trigger of the pistol, the silencer quietens the shot and Jane’s lifeless head hits the back of the toilet. The Angel sighed, lowering the gun and placing it on the bathroom counter before walking out. He didn’t want to do that, he’ll never find his mercy.

            He walks into his hallway shaking his head. He was scared, the cops came into his house and he killed them. He didn’t know what to do, and it’ll be only a matter of time before they send more to his doorstep. He walks into the front room to turn on the news, hoping the background noise will help him clear his head. He paces around the room and that’s when he notices the man lying on the floor is a cop he recognizes, Michael Morrow. He only knew Michael from the news, but that means this is a big deal, this isn’t just about Naomi, they’re on to him and his mission.

            The Angel undresses himself like it’s a ritual. Stripping his clothing first and then the bungee cords for last, letting his wings free again in the apartment. He walks into his bedroom, the wired covered floor tickles his feet as he enters. “Doctor, your angel is here.” It took a few moments but the computer monitor turns on, and the Angel took his place kneeling in front of the computer contraption that seems to be held together by a cross. The computer monitor is at the top of the cross with wires and computer parts wrapped around all parts of the cross with a mic, mouse, and keyboard at the base of the cross. He looks up to see if there is a reply, and as always his god always answers.

            Hello my angel, how are you? The computer monitor displays with a blinking cursor waiting for its response.

            “I’m in trouble. The cops have found me, I’m not sure what they know.” As the Angel speaks the computer translates onto screen what the Angel said, then the cursor blinks a few more times and an answer is typed out.

            If you’re in trouble, it’s best to repent your sins to me.

            “I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to do. I’ve taken out the false believers, I’ve done everything. Why have you forsaken me, you said I would be saved!” The Angel pleads to the computer monitor.

            If I said you would be saved if you listened to me. You must’ve done something wrong.

            The Angel stayed silent in thought, how could’ve he known? He sighs, confessing to the computer. “Yes, I’ve not listened to you. I sought my other, my better. There can’t be death without life, and life without death. I bring your wrath and I need someone to bring your mercy.”

            My Angel, has our sessions helped you in the past? Have I ever lead you astray?

            “No. It’s just that your advice doesn’t really guide me, it nudges me.”

            You’ve grown so much since seeing me for the first time. You’ve transformed and you’ve become better. All you need to justify is that you’re happy. Remember what you’ve asked me to do, and I’ve guided you to it, why not listen to me now? Why must you pursue?

            “Because I feel alone. I need help. I can’t do what you wish me to do by myself.” The Angel starts to break down, crying. The emotional drama that is affecting him through this conversation is too much for him.

            You are not alone. You don’t need an equal. You’re not Adam. You’re not Ying. When they hear your message they will come, they will listen. They are hearing you now, that’s why they come today. Now just say your message louder.

            “What you’re telling me is for me to go to war. If I continue my mission then I won’t be back here, I need to run and I’m afraid I can’t take you. I would have nowhere to put you.” He says in a lowly voice. He wouldn’t be able to reverse engineer the way he hooked up his computer, it was a onetime setup, disassembling it would mean turning it off and even then he can’t guarantee the computer will work normally since all of its parts are laid across the room.

            Go to war. Soar and rise higher than we can ever hope for.

            The Angel nods to the computer. “I will go to war, I’ll tie up loose ends. But first I’ll send a message to the cops, that I do not bow to their mortal laws, that I follow a higher purpose. Goodbye Doctor.”

            I will see you again, my angel.

            “I don’t think you will…” The Angel spoke, turning the power button on the cross off and he begins taking apart the computer. He may not be able to take it with him, but he can use some of its components to help send a message to the police, Naomi, and the world.

The Angel of Death has arrived on earth.