Angel of Death by Lydia Hub (e novels for free .txt) 📖

be out in that dark, creepy, mist filled forest. I’m so happy.”
“Please ma’am, don’t complain like that before Octavius, I reckon it’ll make him unhappy.” He says as we start walking toward the training area.
“Why can’t I make him mad? What’s he gonna do? I’m dead and I’m an angel of death.”
“Well, ma’am, he can’t take the ball away.” This shuts me up quickly.
“I’ll have to be careful to keep my mouth shut.” I say as he pushes the door to the training center open. But instead of the empty, white room I’d been expecting we find our selves in the middle of the misty forrest. Octavius sits at a dest a few feet away from us, his fingers cruise over the keys of a small grey laptop.
“Hey Octa.” I say smiling. He just nods at me, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me and that he hasn’t liked me since the day Fisher crushed his nose.
“If it isn’t obvious enough you will be in the forest today. This of course isn’t actually the forest, this is a holographic image.” He pauses as Sam interrupts him.
“Well I’ll be.” he says reaching out to a near by tree.
“Altho it looks like we’re in the middle of the forest we’re truly in the training room like always. If you do well today you’ll be outside for real tomorrow.” He motions for Sam to step up to the desk and he shows him something on the screen. “Sam knows what the cursed one looks like,” The cursed one, I think looking around at the trees, lovely thing to call the people I’m to kill. How ‘bout the walking dead? “there will be other’s in the woods with you but they’re just holograms. Also we won’t be telling you if the cursed one is a male or a female.” He says as he starts to type again. “Begin.” He says, before he crackles and disappears. Apparently he was a hologram too.

I take a moment to study the trees, they look completely real, not see through at all like on television. If Hologram Octa hadn’t said anything I would have though we we’re truly in the forest. I reach out to touch the bark of one tree but the pull in my chest makes my feet move before my fingers make contact.
I walk through the trees, completely under the guide of my ‘pull’. I weave between rocks, trees, bushes, and even some holographic people with Sam trailing behind, seeming bored. He has already had this training so he always looks bored, but he always holds his toung. Still it doesn’t take me more than an hour to find the cursed one, we find him trying to touch one of the holographic trees, but just as his hand looks like it’s going to make contract his fingers cruise right through the dark bark and he pulls it back to try again. And that for one is a dead give away that he’s the one I’m looking for because all the hologram people don’t seem to notice the fake trees. After a quick conformation from Sam I walk over to him and lay my hand palm down on his back, “Good bye.” I whisper, as he he turns to mist, the only difference between his mist and the rest is that his is slightly darker and stronger smelling. As his mist floats off into the distance the trees quiver and zap out of focus before completely disappearing.
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Publication Date: 11-04-2011

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