Angels and Demons

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Some interesting facts on angels
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Now the Enemy
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The Book of Souls - Justice
“RUN - NOW!”
A powerful voice cracked the air.
But
I don’t want too! She stood rigid, completely transfixed by its
alluring glow.
“RUN. Run to the church.” The voice
demanded again and as the words sank in, Maya felt a familiar shiver of
awareness.
The rush of fear she felt early whooshed
back through. Maya pushed away from Sam’s embrace and stood trembling.
“RUN TO THE CHURCH.”
Swallowing, she took a deep breath and
grabbed Sam’s arm, giving it a sharp tug. He didn’t budge, he simply stood
there resembling a zombie with one arm limply pointing in the direction of the
monster. When Maya took a second to examine his eyes, it only solidified the
Zombie look with his once brown eyes now made white from the reflection of the
iridescent beam.
“Sam, what do I do? SAM, PLEASE!” Maya
shouted at him. Taking a quick glance back at the light and at Sam’s
expressionless face, she took a step closer, slapped her hands on his broad
shoulders and spat these words, “Sam, come on. Snap out of it.” When he
blinked, a sigh escaped her. “We need to get to the church!” she continued.
Sam shook his head and rubbed the back of
his neck. His gaze flitting from Maya, then to what had held him captive and
back to her. He grabbed Maya’s wrist and seconds later, they were running away
from the ear-splitting roars that snapped at their heels.
The church was three hundred yards away,
yet it felt more like miles with her cold, achy legs struggling to carry her.
We
won’t make it!
She wanted to cry out, ‘It’s too
dark! Too foggy! We’ll never find it!’ But it was eventually the sickening
anguish and not her aching muscles which made her stumble, pulling Sam down
with her. Straight away Sam dragged her back to her feet and they were running
again.
He reached the medieval oak door first and
grabbed the iron handle with both hands. Breathing heavily, Sam twisted, pulled
and finally smashed his shoulder up against the wood. After his third attempt
the door flung wide and Sam hit the floor hard, punching air from his lungs in
an explosive grunt. Maya tumbled forward, landing in a tangled mass of arms and
legs on the cold flagstones beside him. Time froze for them both, neither of
them moved; Sam was still gasping to catch his breath and Maya could only hear
her own pulse thrumming through her eardrums as she tried to deal with her own
pain. Sam raised his right leg and kicked the door shut with a resounding thud,
leaving them both lying on their backs, surrounded by eerie shadows.
Maya grimaced as she sat up and blankly
stared straight ahead with the odd wrinkle of her nose from the stink of mouse
pee. She twisted around in a startled daze when her thoughts were interrupted
by a small arc of light to her left and she saw Sam with his mobile phone
stretched out in front of him.
“Who’re you calling?” she asked.
He ignored her, his fingers tapping away
with increased annoyance. “Bloody thing.” He grumbled. “I can’t get a flippin’ signal in here.” Lifting his
head to face her, his brow lined with a frown, Sam made a gesture with his chin
towards the door. “What the hell was
that thing out there?”
Maya shook her head. She didn’t know how to
answer. Instead she stretched to relieve the ache in her back and in a weak
voice asked replied, “What if that thing comes after us in here?”
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