Past week has been chaos. Spent most of it drinking. Heavily. And it’s sill not enough. My head is pounding. And noise, there’s so much of it. I could honestly, still go for another drink. I’ve seen to much. Been involved in too much. I want out. I’ve seen animal sacrifices. I’ve seen a god die. And the other night, I saw a human sacrifice.
Someone killed a child for his blood. I don’t know what the ritual was for, or who did it, but I just want out. I’m only 19. I should be in college or something. Dating someone I care about. I should be worrying about finals. Not wacko magic users killing off little kids for their personal gain.
But apparently, those in power have other plans for me. At least, I think they do. For all I know what happened the other night at the bar was all in my head caused by a constant state of inebriation.
I was just sitting there at this hole in the wall dive bar enjoying my 4 or 5th glass of whiskey. I don’t know, I lost count after the first one. Then this lady comes to sit next to me. She’s not like the others, for one, she can walk in a straight line without tripping over herself. She takes my special medicine away from me. and looks me straight in the eye.
“You’ve had enough of that.” she says curtly.
I try to take back my glass and nearly fall off my seat.
“Fine. What do you want,” is what I think I said. I have no idea what she heard though. Chances are it was just a mash of vowels and consonants that barely made any sense.
“You need to sober up, now.” and she grabs my head and when she does I have the biggest headache I’ve ever had. and for a split second the world is on mute. And then all the sound turns on at once. I nearly scream from all the auditory input.
“That should be better.” she says.
“Define better,” I say bitterly.
“Listen, I know you’re having a rough time. You’ve sacrificed a lot–”
“What the hell do you know about what I sacrificed,” I shot back, my blood boiling, “Yo bartender, another please?”
“Please, we need your help.”
“Who are ‘we’? Why me? and no, what ever you want, I ain’t helping.”
“I can give you what you want.”
“What the hell do you know about that,” I scoffed at her.
“Angel’s Blood. and lots of it.”
Her words stopped me in my tracks. The bartender got me my whiskey but the glass just sat there.
“Okay, who the fuck are you?” My hand was reaching for my knife.
“That knife won’t do you any good. The special knife is back in your broke down motel room. and me, I’m what you’re looking for.”
“Bullshit.” I just couldn’t believe she was an angel.
“I’ve got powers, you saw some of it now.”
“Oh wow, you made me sober. Super awesome angel powers you got there.” My hand was on my knife, ready to strike down who ever the hell this was. But before I could. Everything stopped. The sound of the nobodies in this barely standing dive bar went on mute. Everyone just stopped moving. Well, except me or her. I looked around the room, even the beer someone was pouring into a glass was frozen in place like a picture.
“Do you believe me now?”
“If you’re so powerful then why do you need my help?”
“Someone is hiding from us, using old school powerful magic to keep us at bay. But that magic doesn’t effect people. It won’t effect you.”
“Does this have anything to do with that kid that was killed.”
I just sat there, I tried to take a swig of my whiskey but the glass was stuck to the table.
“All you need to do,” she started to say, “is find them, and stop what ever they’re doing. Because if they don’t want us Angels to see what’s happening, then it can’t be good.”
All I could do was think of the kid.
“He’s dead and the cops aren’t going to find the killers are they.”
“No. Probably not.”
“Fine. For that kid, I’ll find these fuckers and stop them. But if they can out maneuver you guys, I better be getting some kind of back up or some kind of help.”
“Something like that. Someone will surely come to your aid. Just remember, you get the Angel’s blood.”
And with that, she was gone, and the drunkards around me continued with their non-sobriety. Those last words though. She’s not telling me something. Hell, I don’t even know her name. All I know is I have to tread carefully when dealing with her, whoever she is.