Chapter 4 - White looks good on you

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Chapter Four

When I bring myself to open my eyes, the scene surrounding me frightens me. Blood drips down my face and my hands, arms and legs are grazed, small stones dig into my flesh. The pain is agonizing, but what hurts more is seeing my best friend lying almost unconscious on the floor. As much as I hate Dahlia, seeing her knocked out cold worries and scares me.

The figure slowly begins disappearing, walking or hovering further and further away from me. I won't let it get away from me! Not after it keeps making regular appearances without giving me a single clue of what it is, or why it keeps showing up. I'm desperate to know. "Wait!"

The white light dims and the figure, slowly walks towards me. I shrivel away, alarmed. Even though I called it to come to me, I still don't know what it's capable of. I just saw it kill two strong men and eleven years ago, a fully grown man was murdered. Even though deep down I believe it's good and won't hurt me, I can't help but panic.

I have no idea what this thing is or what it will do to me. I use all my force, which isn't much, to push my body as far away as possible. I move as far as I can, until my back hits the cold, hard, brick wall. I wince and let out a squeal as the pain shoots up my spine.

As the light gets closer and it's face comes into view, I recognize the figure as a boy. A beautiful, light, angel. However nice he looks, I still flinch as he bends down beside me. My big eyes take in his features and I notice his face momentarily frowns. It's almost as if he was offended by me being scared of him.

"You're safe now. I'm here," he doesn't smile down at me, instead he gives me a sympathetic, sorrowful look. I almost gasp at his voice, so sweet yet deep.

"I didn't think you would show," I choke out, scrunching up my face at the pain of just talking. The boy looks shocked and his eyes widen slightly.

I had a feeling, however small it was, that he would come. That no matter what would happen, that white light would save me. It showed up eleven years ago, it showed up two times last week and it showed up today. I knew it was no coincidence, what I didn't know was what it was. I feel stupid and idiotic for almost believing, for having the slightest thought that it could have been Travis.

It's not Travis. It's like my own personal bodyguard.

"We have to go." I look up at him with alarmed eyes and shake my head several times. "No! I won't leave them," I look behind the boy, at two female bodies lying on the floor. The boy turns his head to see what is currently holding my attention. When he turns back to face me, his eyes are full of understanding. "They'll be taken care of. Trust me," he soothes.

Somehow, I trust him. Something about him makes me feel comfortable and safe when I'm with him. I haven't felt safe in a long time and somehow his presence is calming. His grey eyes search my face and roam up and down my body. Not in a sleazy way, but in a caring way. His strong, muscular arms reach underneath me and he pulls me up, off the ground. He holds me close to him and his face stays composed, showing no signs of weakness or struggling.

"You might want to close your eyes," he warns, carrying me further into the alleyway until we reach the brick wall, the dead end. "Why-" but my sentence is cut short when the boy suddenly shakes and shudders. He groans softly as two huge, white wings retract from his back. I stare at them with awe, wonder and shock. "Impossible..." I whisper, loudly enough for him to hear.

Before I can shoot a load of questions, the boy jumps up and begins flying up, up into the sky. His wings flap strongly and I make the worse decision by looking down. My heart beats extremely fast at the sight of small tiny ants as people and large patches of land. One of my biggest fears is heights. The thought of us falling from this height makes me sick. I follow his orders and shut my eyes closed, still bewildered by the situation.

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