chapter 2 Alexander POV

chapter 2 Alexander POV

A Chapter by GorgEOus NiGhtMarE

The sword of light extended from Gabriels hand as he held the abomination against the wall of the alley. "Please tell me where the school is?" he calmly asked. The night was cold and the putrid stench of garbage made it hard to breath. The sound of passing cars, stray animals and other noises associated with city blending in with the heavy breathing of the trapped human looking creature was all that was to be heard.

The abomination whimpered against the wall as Gabriel pressed the sword closer to the exposed flesh of his neck. "Why would I know?! I’m just a rogue!” I stared into his eyes forest green eyes from my spot across the alley. He was lying. You see, this wasn’t just any rogue were. This mixture of pixy and dryad that escaped. The school held abominations, but not just any. The one we were currently looking for housed younger beings that where mixed breeds. Mixtures of were and vampire. Fey and fallen. So on and so forth. It also housed young and powerful beings. We NEEDED to find it and cleanse the land the establishment is built on. This creature we are interrogating is one of the ONLY things we have been able to track down who escaped. Gabriel pressed the sword closer, cutting his neck and drawing blood. The rogue muffled a scream.

It was scary how well these things blended in with humans. This particular creature wore a bikers jacket and ripped jeans. His face was cleanly shaved and the smell of beer and cigarette smoke rolled of his breath. Mixing in with the faint smell of pixy and dryad, body odar and fear. His symmetrical features and shaggy brown black hair made this poor soul looked no older than 26 and even with his bulky form was no match against the arch angel. Why would this creature hid in the city? He is useless without the element of nature around him. I closed my eyes. He will still be passed through judgement by HIS command even if he was an unnatural being. Then his soul will rest in peace and no longer taint the earth.

I wished I could start the job I had been created to do. As an angel I was giving the responsibility of cleansing the world, but yet I’m still unable to unlock the power god gave me. So I am stuck as a shadow for Gabriel being, as the humans put it, an apprentice. “Where” Gabriel spoke, breaking my chain of thought.         

The thing screamed. “Canada!! Somewhere in the Canadian mountains ! I don’t know where!” he started balling and hyperventilating. Poor thing…. This must be the reason god has my powers still locked. I couldn’t do what Gabriel is doing….

“Gabriel, he is in pain and he told you where the school is… shouldn’t we let the poor creature go for now?” I quietly asked as I pushed myself off the wall. Gabriels’ eyes never wavered from the male he had pinned against the dirty, graffiti covered wall.

“Alexander, he is an abomination. He must pass through HIS judgement. You job shall one day be to cleanse the land of this filth. And to do that you do not let them go off to clubs and bars and other human hide-outs that the crawl into. You set their souls free, young one.” A car passed out-lining the perfect, strong features of Gabriels face. His high cheekbones, golden hair, wide determined blue eyes and smooth porcelain skin. “You will be free the one known as Dylan” he softly spoke to the sobbing shaking mess.

“no no no no Please n….” it pleaded before the beautiful blade completely severed its head off. Gabriel let go of the creature and stepped away. Blood spouted out of the place its head used to be positioned as it fell to the ground with a horrible crack. I looked away with a sick feeling filling my gut. I would have to do this. Bile rose in my throat and the copper smell of the seeping crimson was breathed deeply into my lungs.

Gabriel pulled me into a hug. “The first one is always to worst. Your kind hearted. Don’t loose that. But about… what you just saw don’t worry brother you will get used to it.” I looked back over to the broken body.  It was already disappearing into shards of light. Its wide dead green eyes the last thing to disappear.  It shards floated upwards and disappeared into the smoke of cars that crept along every street in this neighbourhood. I turned away only to be faced with a pair of determined hard eyes.

‘Alexander. You KNOW how to track down the location from here. Your only a new angel, not yet old enough for the dust to settle. You CAN blend in with these things. When you find then I want you to gain their trust. I want you to find out their weaknesses so that we can cleanse them in HIS name. I won’t be able to get within 4000 miles of the location. The rest is up to you’

A car alarm shrieked out, breaking me out of my trance. When I looked back, he vanished.

****

I walked in the dark terrain of the Canadian forest. The moonlight casting a dim light through the canopy of the trees above. Pausing I sniffed the air for traces of supernatural beings.
Nephilum? I continued walking east.

I have been trying to find the abominations location for almost 2 month now and how I wished Gabriel was here to help me. Only after he left did I realise I had NO clue what part of Canada I was meant to search which meant LOTS of interrogations, researching and times like now where I’m walking in different forests trying to pick up scents.

They are so clue I can almost hear them. So close I can almost smell them. But it’s like they knew I was coming and are waving a bone in front of me just out of reach like they were teasing a dog. I wished they would just throw me that bone already so we can start the chase.

Shivering I pulled my black jacket closer to my body.

What am I going to do when I found them anyway? I’m meant to blend in. join them. Become them. Lead them to redemption. But how? How do I gain there trust?

Running my fingers through my shaggy brown hair I let out a sigh. I should be close to them by now. I wonder how they live like. Were there towns or city’s or roads are there? Maybe it’s a small town cloaked in glamour? If it is cloaked with glamour maybe they hid the scent trail as well. What happens if I have already found it but my subconscious told me to walk away because of the glamour? I wish Gabriel was here. He would help me. NO! This is MY mission I don’t need his help! Great now I’m arguing with myself. Brain refrain yourself!

Ii stood still and listened to the wind. Trying to pick up any sounds- The wind through the trees- The animals playing in the trees- The rabbit playing cat and mouse with a fox- an owl looking for dinner- A stream.

A stream!! That stream HAS to turn into a river! The abominations NEED water! i closed my eyes and followed the sound. My feet hardly touching the ground and I ran.

The stream was beautiful. Something from a fairy tale. Soft ferns and pebbles decorated the clear water and it cascaded down into small waterfalls. The stars shone on the water as it lit  a path. Truly a fine piece of art HE has created. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. What is that? I took a deep breath of the fresh air again. Not human. Not nephilum. Not angel. Not anything I recognise. I looked at the ground and saw tracks in the soil. Picking up some of the cool damp earth I noticed that it was fresh tracks too. Maybe an hour old?

I began following the tracks. Following the stream with the shimmering lights. I treaded on the ground carful- trying not to make any tracks of my own. I COULDN’T be caught until I was ready to be. I walked for about 10 minutes until the breeze blew a soft, melodic voice against me. the voice was full of raw power and intensity that I couldn’t help but race in the direction of the voice. Not caring about tracks.

I reached the bottom of the stream which fell into a largish waterfall. A beautiful creek sat at the bottom, catching the falling water-droplets. The voice was loudest hear. Tears plucked my eyes as my heart leaped. No music has ever touched me as much. I felt the magic in the air and the surrounding environment seemed to respond. Animals where crowded around the edge of the creek and trees seemed to dance. I saw the dancing stars reflect on the water below. I never felt so… free. So sad. So happy. So many different emotions flooded me. I creped around to were the animals where at the bottom of the waterfall and sat behind the trees. I needed to see who was making that beautiful noise. The magical guitar and intoxicating voice. Just as I looked out the music ended and all was still again. As if nothing ever happened.

What DID just happen? It was as if I lost all rational thought…. Then  I saw her. She was sitting on a rock in the waterfall. Raven black hair spilling like a waterfall, framing her heart shaped face. Her black cardigan pulled closely around her slender frame. She sat there for what seemed like hours although I knew it where only minutes, hugging her guitar in deep thought.

I tried to creep forward for a better view. I had to have a closer look. Wait… what if she is one of the abominations? She may be a fallen? Why do I even care what she looks like? She could.. SNAP!! I jumped slightly. I stepped on a twig. I looked at the girl. She put her guitar further inside the cave and ran outside. Her wide fearful blue eyes scanned the surroundings.

Then her eyes met mine.



© 2013 GorgEOus NiGhtMarE


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Then her eyes met mine.
I hope you have written more of this story, or even better, have completed it, because I would buy this book. I would buy this book and read it over, and over again.
With a little clean up with the grammer, and possibly making the chapters shorter,
For example, where you had Gabriel, leave that as one chapter, then contine for a second chapter once he starts his mission.
The plot and character and the imagery you described are done so with careful detail. You have much talent. I look forward to reading more

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