Degraded Angels by Roza Amel (smallest ebook reader .txt) 📖

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Chapter Eight

Brutice, Lizzy and I set off that day. Lizzy was singing 'Ole McDonald' a tune I did not really care for.
Most people would think that I would only like 'Worship' Music, but in fact I liked a lot of songs. They had a whole lot of different meanings, one could often tell my mood by what I was listening to. One of my favorite songs when I'm sad over something is '100 In A 55'

by Pop Evil. It's one of the few things that reminded me of Stefani's mother and the few other 'lovers' I've had over the years.
It's kind of weird how when people think 'angels' they think holy people with wings and only do good. Now, while that may be the case of most, a lot of angels still have to deal with human affairs and many have learned to accept human qualities such as music and movies. But anyways, as we walked we noticed a couple of clouds that would disappear, letting a few strands of light from the sun be seen.
I could see the longing-ness in Lizzy's eyes as we passed a park, but I just couldn't afford to stop. I mean, we did have to go and find this guy. I knew Lizzy didn't have any idea on what we were going to do. Brutice would make sure she never found out. And I was glad that he was here.
"Boy, I haven't seen sun like 'dat for a long time." He said quietly. The whole appocolypse thing has taken a tole on all the humans and a lot of the angels. But I'm very glad that Brutice didn't have a problem with angels.
"Yes, it's quite beautiful." I said, reminicing. I remember once, I had to watch this kid for a while, he was losing faith, but he lived in this little town called Lone Pine. Timothy Butcher was the boys name, he was one of the most innocent, but at the same time wisest boy alive. But anyway, back to my point, the sun was always so bright there, most towns there were overly done to where they looked, well to be frank, fake. But in all reality they were all natural.
I heard Brutice hum 'Ole McDonal' with Lizzy and my mind started to drift.

Everything was slowly darkening, I could scarcly see any of the furniture in the room. I fumbled around, trying to find a seat. It was about Seven o'clock at night. We were all exhausted after a day of walking non-stop.
Lizzy was curled up on the couch, her snores lightly filling the room. Brutice was passed out on his bed. I could hardly believe I was actually making a journey to kill a man who I've never even met, let alone had a problem with. But I made a deal, and I must stick with my commitments.
I settled into my bed, and turned over, thoughts running through my head. 'You're going to kill a man who did nothing to you.' 'Does the Golden Rule mean nothing to you anymore?'

I felt as if I was doing something so wrong that it was eating me up inside, but tomorrow we would have a long day as well. So I had to try to get some sleep. Whether I would be able to or not would be a total mysterty to me...

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Publication Date: 06-01-2011

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Dedication:
I'd like to dedicate this to my friends and family who always believed in me. I'd especially like to say thanks to my best friend and guy I love Jake.