Matrix by Katryn Ali (english novels to read .txt) 📖

be back, OK,” he assured. He wiped her tears with his thumb. But she knew the terrible danger that he'd be entering.

Every undecided angel would have a lifespan of maybe 80 years. It all depended on things like injuries and illness which they would no longer have bodies that were perfect.

They'd enter becoming completely susceptible. If Flanagan, Cetera, or Tiel got injured or ill bad enough where it would require complete regeneration, they would die instead.

If they decided to side with God, all they had to do was tell the Overseer of the colony, to then go make their alliance. But because they chose to be undecided, they could not go back to heaven until the allotted time was up. It was just the way it was. Each angel had their own time frame too.

CHAPTER 2

The Colony

 

During the next year was the hardest on them. Tiel devoted all his time learning to become a doctor. Binny Hendrix was the Overseer for the Matrix colony where Tiel, Flanagan, and Cetera were relocated at. Binny Hendrix was also the Doctor there until Tiel was ready to take over.

The colony was named Matrix, after Matrick, the first angel to arrive there. He was Flanagan’s brothel, and once had been part of the Matrix garrison.

The word brothel meant a twin, which meant he looked the same as Flanagan, in features like a twin does, but the only difference was, Flan and Matrix were never born. They were created by God.

But Matrick had strange ideas. He once showed Tiel spells that when used, would open portals into other dimensions. To get to other colonies of undecideds even.

But soon after, during their first year here, Matrick got badly injured. A band of demons came and attacked along with other undecideds who had decided to follow Lucifer, and this was their initiation so to speak.

It was just too much for the small group of angels stationed there, Matrick tried to hold them back, Tiel even set some traps but Matrick ended up getting seriously injured and Tiel just was not a full-fledged doc yet. He was a medic. He and Cetera that is.

Matrick's injuries were just too serious. A demon offered him a fresh start and healing was in the package if he denied himself the Lord to come serve Lucifer. He was promised a big position down in Hell. Matrick caved because of the pain he was in. Tiel had to cut off his leg.

“No Matrick!” he begged.

“My friend. I'm not as strong as you are,” Matrick said as he could hear the main demon in charge, calling his name. Flanagan took his brothel's hand now. “Matrick, you can't do this! Stay here with me, with us. Not them!” he blared.

“Matrick, just give your alliance to God. You'll be taken out of here immediately and treated in a much better place, I promise,” Tiel tried to coax next.

“I can't. I've seen just too much, Flan, Cas.” (Tiel was also known as Castiel, especially here now, which meant: (cast down from heaven) “I just can't side with Him. He was too harsh on our comrades, and too harsh on us who couldn't decide. Look at where He kicked us out to, this is nothing but His dumping ground,” he spoke. He then looked over at the demon. “Ok, I'm ready,” he spoke now.

Castiel and Flanagan watched in sheer terror as Matrick changed right before them. First, they watched the death of Matrick's soul. The light in his eyes went out. Changed into a red.

Matrick knew he had made a TERRIBLE mistake but he had just denounced God and it was too late now. He had died.

Tiel watched Matrick's leg grow back, but it was not like before. It was putrid and it stank something awful. Like decay multiplying decay. Flan even gagged now at the smell.

Matrick then stood.

Matrick struck Tiel hard in the face. The angel fell back unconscious. He now turned to his once brothel, pipsqueak of a con-rad. He smiled, evil. “Matrick is dead. I am now Matrix. I will spare your life, and Castiel's too, for now, since you did try to help me. But when we meet again, my ex-chumps, it will be to the death. You will submit to Lucifer or die,” he said.

They then took all the food and most of the spoils of the camp, then left.

Cetera found Flanagan and they now both helped Tiel to his feet. It was the worst day of Cetera, Flanagan, and Castiel's lives.

CHAPTER 3

The Injury

 

It got really cold. The demons took most of the warm attire and blankets so the angels were not prepared for the oncoming of winter here. Tiel was studying even harder than ever trying to pass all the medical exams that Hendrix had to test him on.

“Man, this medical stuff just gets more complicated,” he said trying not to complain. Binny brought more supplies and warm clothing to the undecided angels. He just was not allowed to bring stuff every month. The whole point was that these angels become uncomfortable enough to see the error of their ways and come crawling, even crying back into the Lord's loving Kingdom, but even angels could get stubborn.

Castiel moaned and groaned. Flanagan just would not budge. He was even more dead set against God now because of their struggles and the loss of his brothel Matrick, who became now the terrible and dreaded Matrix in Hell.

Flanagan caught the flu. They had limited antibiotics here. Binny was due back with more. Castiel tried to make Flan as comfortable as possible and he tried to keep him well-nourished and warm. He was afraid Flanagan was coming down with pneumonia. He put him on an IV. His fever went up to 106.

“I have got to get his temperature down,” Tiel said. Flanagan was talking off his head. It was understandable because of the high fever.

“Cas! I think his heart has stopped!” Cetera barked. Tiel startled out of a deep sleep. He had fallen asleep in the chair close by the bed.

“Oh no you dON'T Flana-GAN!” he hollered. He tossed away the ice packs he had placed upon his comrade's chest and began doing chest compressions as Cetera placed an oxygen filled ambu bag with a mask attached, across Flan's nose and mouth.

He squeezed as Tiel soon restored a heartbeat. After that Flan's fever broke and he began to improve. Tiel was so relieved but exhaustion took him and he passed out cold and slumped to the dirt floor.

“Cas!” Cetera said going over to him. Tiel hadn't been eating too good while Flan was so ill.

When Tiel awoke he was laying on a cot. He got up.

“Oh, hey Cas,” Cetera said happy to see he was finally awake.

“How long was I out?” Tiel asked.

“18 hours,” Cetera said while Tiel checked to see how Flanagan was doing. He was much better. Weak but doing alright.

“Flan, Tiel is not well. He is malnourished and coming down with what you had. We need to go worship the Lord so that we can get back home, or at least back in His favor,” Cetera tried to get Flanagan to see while he sat in a chair watching new fresh snow fall.

“I can't, Cetera,” Flan said. He just could not. He disagreed with all God had allowed. He was so angry.

“Not even for Tiel? He's sacrificed so much to see we all stay together,” Cetera said. He was ready to go worship. Enough of this!

“Tiel understands as I do. He agrees with me. I don't think he could do it any more than I can now, and it is not right to go do such a thing no matter how good the intentions are,” Flanagan spoke.

Tiel slipped and fell down the side of a mountain. He was out looking for firewood. The main cabin got so cold at night now.

“I'm worried about Tiel, he hasn't come back yet,” Cetera told Flanagan and Binny Hendrix. It was starting to grow dark outside.

“Tiel!” Cetera called.

Hendrix had a sick feeling in his gut. “Spirit, direct me to where he is,” Binny Hendrix prayed. His foot then slipped on some loose rocks and he just happened to look below. There lay Castiel at the bottom about 15 feet below. “I found him!” he barked to Cetera now.

He and Cetera carefully made their way down. Binny, once he saw where Tiel lay, went to check to see if he was at least still alive. It was a steep fall Castiel took.

Tiel had a pulse and he was still breathing. Good, he could work with that. He checked his pupils next. Tiel was unconscious so he couldn't tell him where he was hurt. Binny piled the extra blanket over him then, that he had brought.

“I have to move him. I can't let him remain out here in this cold. We need to place him on a stretcher,” Binny said. Cetera raced back to the campsite to get one.

“Tiel has been in a bad accident. He's still alive, so far, but I think it's really bad,” Cetera told Flanagan.

“What happened?” Flanagan asked. He got up off the cot. He was going to go bring Castiel back.

“No, you can't come,” Cetera told him.

“Like hell I can't!” blasted back Flan. Cetera frowned. “You are not strong enough yet. Tiel fell off a cliff,” Cetera told him.

“How does a person just fall off a cliff, Huh Cet? Unless he was pushed!” Flanagan said suspecting demonic activity.

“Hendrix said there was loose gravel. He almost slipped and fell himself. It's how he found where he was at. Castiel obviously hadn't seen it,” Cetera told him. Off he raced then.

Binny started the IV as Cetera placed an oxygen filled bag connected to a mask over Tiel's face and began to squeeze, giving him much needed breathing assistance as they made their way up the cliff.

Once to the camp, with whatever equipment they had Binny began to check for broken bones and internal injuries. Cetera was doing his best to try to keep Castiel from going into shock. His blood pressure was low.

“Is he going to be alright?” barked Flan.

“Just stay out of our way,” Cetera told him. He inserted a tube thing into Tiel's mouth and then rebooked an oxygen mask. But this mask had spiral tubing attached to it. Flanagan saw that the mask was being kept on Tiel's face by some kind of straps connected now to his head. A machine pumped air to his