Silent Angels Whisper * Part I: Nachalo (The Beginnings) - Chapter 1

‘Five to seven.’

 

Those words mean a lot more than they seem. It may just be two numbers (three if you think about it) to you, but to me it was everything. It was the difference between staying and leaving, the difference between dead and lost, but also the difference between friend and foe. Maybe one day you’ll be able to see these three words as something bigger too.

 

‘Five = humans

Six = hell

Seven = heaven’

 

 

For the first few months it was just me, enjoying the new found freedom that I had. I didn’t (and couldn’t) trust anyone so I just wandered around the grand state of California alone, always watching. I had made it through places like San Diego and even Los Angles when I was first attacked. I wasn’t a born fighter, but after what the scientists did to me in the lab, well let’s just say I couldn’t loose.

 

                That’s when things started pulling themselves into the current time. Right after I had almost beat every single ‘large man with big gun’ that was trying to take me back to the lab I met someone.

 

“You may believe you are the strongest, but you are weak!” one of the men chocked out as he struggled to get on his feet.

 

“Right, I’m the only one left standing but I’m the weak one. Sorry, it just wasn’t that obvious.” I countered, as I grabbed a handgun off of an unconscious (or dead) man lying with his face on the ground.

 

“I’m not talking about us princess!” the man sneered “I’m talking about him!” he had gotten enough strength to turn his head and point to a figure stepping out of the shadows.

 

                After his honorable introduction the guy stepped out from the dark and stood in the moonlight, which since it was a full moon I was able to see him clearly. He was about my age with short black hair that fell around his eyes and deep light blue eyes. After one look over I was able to come to a conclusion: he was an experiment too.

 

“Huh, well, welcome to the party.” I said to him, clutching the gun in my hand and getting ready to shoot, just in case.

 

“I have to admit, this is quite some party. But then again, I’ve always been a party-crasher.” he stated, stepping towards me.

 

“Sorry to hear that.” I said, stepping towards him with my gun behind my back. No way was I going to let him ruin my freedom.

 

“So, do you have a name or do I need to give you one?” he asked as he stopped to scan the area.

 

“Why don’t you tell me your name first?” I asked in response, waiting for him to make the first move.

 

“Hey, that’s not how we play this game. I asked you first, you tell me first.” he countered, now stepping towards me again.

 

“Fine, my name is Engel Schweigt. It’s German for Silent Angel. Now, tell me yours.” I answered warily, realizing how stupid I was to give my real name.

 

                He sighed and shook his head, sweeping the area with his eyes again before mumbling something I couldn’t make out. I stared at him, watching him, making sure I would know when his next move would play out. Instead he walked over to a car and leaned against it, finally looking at me.

 

“My name is Lune Noire, French for Dark Moon.” he " Lune Noire " replied simply, as he studied me.

 

“Interesting, nice to know we both have strange names.” I stated, shaking my head and kicking a man in the head as he reached for my leg from the ground.

 

“You know, I’m supposed to kill you.” Lune reported, looking up at the moon.

 

“Well, I suppose everyone has a purpose.” I responded, not worried at all by this new information. A lot of people wanted to kill, it wasn’t a big surprise.

 

“But I’m not going to kill you.” Lune informed me, much to my surprise.

 

“You’re not? Are you sure about that?” I asked, now cautious as I found out more and more about him.

 

“I’m sure. Take off your jacket.” he demanded.

 

“Huh, let me think about that…..ummm, no.” I sneered back at him.

 

“Come on, just do it.” Lune coaxed.

 

                The weird thing was that he didn’t use the two words I had heard my whole life. ‘Trust me,’ that was what everyone was always telling me. ‘This shot won’t hurt, trust me.’ ‘I’m not going to kill you, trust me.’ Or even ‘When I kill you, you’ll go to hell, trust me.’ Lune didn’t say ‘trust me,’ maybe because he knew I wouldn’t.

 

“Fine, I will.” I sighed after thinking all of that through. I pulled off my black jacket and exposed my tank-top and bare arms. The scientists at the lab had some ‘fun’ with me so I had different ‘markings’ (actually tattoos) all over my arms and legs. I usually hid those from people.

 

“That’s what I though.” Lune said after studying my arms for a second.

 

“What?” I asked him, finding myself stepping back. There was something weird about him that I didn’t like at all.

 

“‘Five to Seven’ is written on your arm. The funny thing is that I have it too.” he explained, pulling up his shirt sleeve and exposing the same exact design on his arm. I stared at it for a second and then looked at mine before responding.

 

“You do know what it means, right?” I asked, making sure he truly did.

 

“Five is humans, six is hell, and seven is heaven. It represents that transformation of humans to angels. At least, that’s what I’ve heard.” Lune answered, looking down at his marking.

 

“Yep, that’s pretty much it.” I agreed.

 

“Well then, let’s get the hell out of here and get back to freedom.” he suggested after a second.

 

“I agree.” I responded, matching his pace as we walked away together.

 

Reviews

[Steve]

I love the idea! Transformation has always been my favorite theme. The transformation takes human through hell to get to heaven is quite innovative, in my humble opinion.

The introductions to both characters are quite hazy, I think, with Silent Angel always on the run but still show her skin to a complete stranger on request is rather naive and out of character. Dark Moon is supposed to kill her but his teammate, or whatever he is, just expose him right there and then.

The conversation is weak, I know it may sound too practical but the conversation serves little purpose, and leaves an unsatisfied feeling.

But then again, this might be revised heavily after, and my rants are already considered.

Hope you finish the book, just for the sake of finishing it.

[Unearthly]

I love it. "

[raindroplove]

very good keep writting