11 Years Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Archangel.


A man nicknamed The Archangel was sitting at his post on top of a building located next door to a popular strip club. He was watching for a man nicknamed Cool Devil who frequented the strip club because of his love for feeling-less human contact. But The Archangel never saw Cool Devil. Instead, he witnessed something a lot more interesting. He saw a man who looked about 40 accompanied by a boy who seemed to be in his midteens. Immediately The Archangel could detect malice in the man's demeaner. The Archangel quietly climbed down and got closer to the two. As he saw the man raise his gun at the boy, he slipped behind the man and slit his throat. The boy was crying a cry that was all to familiar to The Archangel. It was the same cry that The Archangel had cried many years ago. He took pity on the boy and decided at that moment to take the boy under his figurative wing. The Archangel strided up to the boy and hit him with the blunt edge of his knife and knocked him out. The Archangel then took him back to the place he called his home. The Archangel's nest was located in a long vacated warehouse. On the outside it looked like a old desolate place, but on the inside it was much more impressive. The place was filled with all kinds of equipment for exercising and training. To do what The Archangel did every day one needed to be training extensively. The Archangel laid the boy down on a mat on the ground and proceeded to training. After training for three hours he noticed that the boy was still asleep. He must have exerted more strength than needed. No matter, the boy would wake up....eventually. The Archangel prepared a meal for when the boy awoke and at the same time but his knife back into his shelf with his other prized knives. His collection was most impressive, he smiled just looking at all of them. He heard a noise and went out to the mat only to find the boy still asleep. He heard yet another noise and ran to the shelf next to the knife shelf and pulled out a pistol. He ran back next to the mat only to find that Cool Devil was standing next to the boy. "Ah! Archangel! It is so nice to see you again!" Cool Devil said with his rather fruity sounding french accent. "Cool Devil. I see you've found out where i live." "You made it rather easy, Archangel. So sloppy you have become! You did not even notice me follow you from the strip club. And why, i can not understand. Why did you take this boy?" "It's none of your business, what are you doing here?" "Why, i have to come to kill you of course! What in the hell else do you and i do?" "Good point. You know, I think there's a good chance we could have been friends had we not met the way we did" "Oui, i agree. I am sorry, but the time has come for me to kill you." As Cool Devil pulled out his gun, The Archangel did likewise and both jumped aside and fired where both had formally been. The Archangel shouted, "You know! You don't have to do this! You could always, you know, NOT kill me!" Cool Devil laughed and shouted back, "I am sorry, but that is not an option! You should know that better than anyone Archangel!" "I know! But it was worth a try!" At that moment, both jumped again and fired at each other. Both shots hit their targets. The Archangel's gun flew out of his hand while Cool Devil held onto his. Cool Devil laughed and aimed his gun at The Archangel. "I am sorry it has to end so quickly. I rather liked this game we played." Then, a shot echoed throughout the warehouse. The shot was followed by heavy breaths which eventually turned to silence. The Archangel looked up and saw Cool Devil laying face down, a pool of blood forming around him. Behind Cool Devil, the boy sat wide eyed but strangely confident looking. The boy was just staring at the still smoking barrel of the gun he was holding. The Archangel chuckled and said, "Looks like you're quite an asset! The slate is clean, I saved your life and you saved mine. Thank you."