Chapter 3: The Fallen Angel

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I cautiously creep down the stairs. When I reach the door, my hand rests on the knob, unsure if I should open it.

My curiosity got the better of me so I opened the door.

There he is, white converses, black jeans, black tshirt. His curls were hidden by a black beanie.

"Are we going to rob a bank or something?" I ask, afraid of the answer.

He laughs. "No, just going for a walk."

I nod and step out. The door is shut behind me and Harry is already at the end of the drive. He motions for me to join him.

We walk down the street, towards the woods. "Urm Harry? Where are we going?"

"The woods."

I stop right in my tracks.

Harry must have noticed my stop in movement so he turns around and grabs my hand.

"Its okay. I'll protect you." He winks, earning a scoff from me.

As we venture out into the woods, I never let go of Harry's hand. He laughs at me here and there just because I happen to jump at every noise, even the sounds we're making. Something about him makes me feel safe, yet in so much danger.

We reach the train tracks that run through a clearing the woods. He hops onto the fence and looks over at me. He pats the spot next to him. I walk over and sit with him.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you bring me here?"

He thinks over the question. "To get to know you."

The answer startles me. "Me? Why?"

"So I can have a friend at that shit hole of a school." He says.

"Oh, uh okay then. So uh, tell me about yourself." Boy this is awkward.

"Well I live alone. My mother and father died in a fire a long time ago, and I help people."

"With what?"

"I help their wishes come true." He smiles.

"Ok Genie Styles." I laugh. He laughs too.

"Tell me about yourself. Tell me the things I don't already know." he whispers. I can hear the smirk in his tone.

"Uh well, I live with my mom and two brothers. I suck at math, I have a cat named Toby and I love the color purple." I say, my eyes falling to the gound. "Nothing too exciting."

"What about your dad?" He asks.

"Oh, my dad?" I look to the ground, swinging my feet. "He died a long time ago. It kinda sucks because instead of wishing he was still here with me, I would rather be up there with him."

*Harrys POV*

I like her.

But I can't do this. I had it worse then her. She actually has a family. I didn't.

*4 hours earlier*

My phone rings in my pocket. "Don't bother love. It's mine."

Samantha stops reaching for her phone and looks at me.

"Harry, we need you down here now. We need to discuss some business. Tell her you will be back at 11:30."

I hang up.

"Be ready at 11:30. I'm taking you out." She gives me a questioning look but before she can object, I leave.

The forest is cold and damp from last nights rain, making the train tracks slick. I pass them and run deeper into the woods. I reach the old rusty black gates. I push them open and decend into hell.

Once I reach the bottom, I see my brothers and sisters. Angels of hell, the ones I've called family for so many years.

I walk back to see Father. I knock on the big wooden doors and I am greeted with deep blue eyes. They turn black and then to blue. My eyes do the same and he steps aside, letting me come in.

"Harry," he begins. "Samantha has made a wish. One that will cost her her life. You were called in to help fulfill that wish."

*flashback: 30 years ago*

I lay awake in my bed. I can hear my parents fighting downstairs. I've tossed and turned, trying to escape the horrid yelling and name calling.

"I hope you burn in hell you bitch!" my dad yells.

That was enough to bring tears to my mother's eyes.

The yelling stops. Seems that my parents have went to bed.

Then I heard the whispers, then the footsteps. Coming closer and closer to my room. They stop and someone opens my door.

A black figure stands in the doorway. Black jeans, black hoodie and white converses. The figure also had big black wings. The figure stepped into my room. It was a female. She had the face of an angel, long brown hair and green eyes to match. She told me everything was going to be okay.

She lifted me from my bed and took me to see my parents. She told me it was for the last time.

I gave my mom one last hug and kiss goodbye. She was asleep but I refused to see my father.

The angel told me that her name was Daria.

A man came from upstairs. With a nod of his head, Daria picked me up and we ran. I caught one last glimpse of my mom. It was the last time I would ever see her.

Daria told me the man's name was Akio and that they were here to fulfill my dad's wish for my mom to burn. In that moment, I felt a hated for my father and wished him dead. Daria said that is precisely what would happen.

As we ran off, I watched my house go up in flames. I silently said one last goodbye to my mom, and we ran off, deep into the woods.

I was only ten.

*end flasback*

"Harry do you understand?" father asks.

"Yes father." He sends me out. I wander around the tunnels for a bit before stopping at one room all too familiar to me, room number 23. I knock and a woman answers the door. Her green eyes light up at the sight of me and her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail.

"Daria." I say as I embrace her.

She invites me in and offers me a drink.

"Harry I'm glad you stopped by, I have something for you. I was cleaning the other day and found this." She hands me a rectangular box. I give her a questioning look before opening it. Inside was a St. Christopher medallion. I looked up to her.

"Daria, if I'm caught with this,"

"I know, beheaded. It was your mother's. I went back after the fire and it was the only thing that survived. I'm sorry." She says with a heavy sigh.

"Please Daria, it's not your fault." I say as I place the necklace around my neck and tuck it under my shirt. "Thank you."

We embrace one last time before I head out to meet Samantha. I go down a few levels to my room and change. I hide the St. Christopher medallion into my shirt. I look myself over one last time before heading off into the mortal world again.

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i really hope you guys are enjoying this story. its really fun writing it. I have alot of twists and turns coming. Plus if someone ever makes this into a movie trailer, i think the song Radioactive by imagine dragons will fit it perfectly lol.

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