Feather of an Angel: Chapter 3.2

Wave of relief washed over both of when they reached the exit of the building. Surprisingly, for Angelica there seemed to be a wave of disappointment just as well. She just seemed disappointed at how eventless their runaway was. It was nothing like the stuff in the books, exciting, adrenaline filled and fast. There usually was a lot of pain too.

“You look disappointed.” Christian glanced at her, a little worried that he might have done something wrong.

“No, no, I’m fine. It’s just…”


For the third time that night, Angelica’s face flushed red.

“Call me silly, but I thought it was going to be more exciting.”

“Silly, that was exciting. Anything more than that and you’d be crying from pain right now.”

“Yeah.” Angelica tried to wipe that silly thought out of her mind. “Well, where now?”

“You can’t go back there.” Christian glanced back at the building. “They’re going to keep someone on watch in case you come back.”

He paused for a moment, contemplating on something.

“I think you should come over.”

“No.” Angelica flatly refused. She had already pushed her limit with the whole confession thing between her and Christian. She was surprised that it even happened. Looking back on it, she honestly was starting to regret it a little. She couldn’t get attached to Christian. If she ever did anything to him…

Angelica didn’t want to think about it. Just like how she didn’t want to think about what happened to everyone else that she used to talked to.

“An-and I think you should go.” She turned away, trying to hide the waver in her voice. “Good night and good bye.”

“Are you alright?” He asked, a look of concern on his face, not that Angelica would have seen it. She began walking away already and her jaw was set. She was not speaking another word that evening. “Angelica!”

She crossed her arms and walked on.

“Angelica! You’re not safe out here!” Christian shouted, but she refused to listen, walking down the street. Christian sighed, shaking his head sadly. He turned around in exasperation and walked away.

And then, there was a scream.

“Angelica?” He glanced back and cursed to himself as he sprinted down the street. There were the men again and this time, they were fully ready.

Christian ran forward and tossed a punch at the man’s chest. The man, fully expecting a hard punch, puffed up his chest to the fist, which landed lightly on his chest. In a moment of confusion, the man was knock slightly off balance and Christian lodged a punch solidly on his face.

He pushed the man aside, ripped Angelica out of their hands and threw her out of the circle.

“Run!” He shouted. “Get to school! I’ll meet you there!”


“Just go!”

Angelica ran off, leaving Christian there to fend of himself. It was too late for him to leave the circle of men.

“Kid,” One of the men stepped forward, an angry sneer on his face as he cracked his knuckles menacingly. “You asked for this.”


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