“Vanessa, where are you going?” I heard Adam and Shannon call after me.
After throwing my belongings all over the floor in a mad dash, I came up empty. I noticed a bathroom in the far corner of the room. I ran into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. It was bare. I opened all the drawers and cabinets, and still found nothing.
You will find nothing in your search, Demien said, speaking to my thoughts.
“What? Where are you?” I answered back.
I heard his soft chuckle come back. I slid down the wall onto the floor and began crying.
“Come on, Vanessa. Relax and have some fun. Demien and Myra will be back soon. The kitchen is stocked. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
I felt defeated, so I followed Adam downstairs and into the kitchen.
I rummaged through the kitchen but found nothing that looked good. I just wasn’t in a mood to eat.
“I’m just going to go to my room and clean it up,” I announced.
Shannon had no idea what to think of this situation. “Want some company?” she offered.
“No, thank you. I just need some time to think.” I brushed past them and headed upstairs. I felt exhausted. Each step was like wading through quicksand.
When I finally reached my room, I just clasped on the wood-framed bed in the center of the room. It smelled of pine and fresh rain. My eyes felt heavy. The next thing I knew, I was swept away from the cabin. An invisible force, like the wind, was pushing me along the horizon, through the woods. I spun around, taking in my surroundings. I was home. I was in the woods surrounding my house to be exact. I could see my house in the distance. That was strange since redwood trees existed halfway across the country from where I live, several hundreds of miles away. I really was not educated on the possibilities for locations consisting of redwood trees outside of the United States. At this point, I still assumed to be in America. But the trip to the cabin and back home seemed only a few minutes of travel. Gravity was guiding me away from my house. I walked about half a mile through the trees until I could hear familiar voices. I heard Demien first.
“They will be here soon.”
“Are you sure?” Myra asked.
I reached the top of the hill where I could see Myra and Demien just below.
“Zanj, come down here,” Demien demanded.
My mouth fell open in shock. How did he know?
“Are you seriously wondering how I knew? Get down here,” I heard his whisper in my ear. I walked down the small hill.
“You have to stay away.”
“I came to stop you,” I said, holding my ground.
“You can’t stop this. Every time you try, you fail, but you still try. This is inevitable. Please let us do this without worrying about you for once,” Myra said.
“I’m not leaving without you,” I said, stubbornly.
“Go ahead, Myra,” Demien encouraged with a nod.
“Ouch!” I screamed. I was ripped out of sleep. “She pinched me,” I said aloud to the white walls. My arm still hurts from her pinch. I decided I was going to get back; I was on the bed willing myself back to sleep.
I awoke just outside of a battlefield. I was behind a tree, looking straight at a fight about ten yards ahead of me. Not just any fight, a fight between good and evil. I saw Demien, wings extended, floating a few feet above the ground. His body tensed. Damn it, Zanj. I told you to stay at the house. Stay out of sight. No matter what happens, do not show yourself.
I was frantically looking for Myra. “Where is she?” I asked in a whisper to myself.
Difference between the good side and evil was simple and clear from sight. Those on Demien’s side had beautiful wings. Their wings were unique to each angel, like snowflakes. Some had gold-colored wings. Others had off white or diamond-colored wings. Demien’s wings were a dark gray with black streaks as always. Some of the angels appeared as overwhelmingly beautiful humans. Others had a divine, not as solid, presence about them. Some were well built like Demien while others were medium or slender. It was hard to take my eyes off of them.
I found Myra. She was tiny compared to everyone else. She didn’t have wings, of course. But she could jump and run like I’d never seen before. She was wearing a super short jean skirt with a glittery tank top and red six-inch heels. I really couldn’t fathom how she did anything in heels, but she once said that to her, heels were like tennis shoes to me. I very seriously doubted that.
The creatures surrounded her. She jumped up to the top of the closest tree, running in midair. She seemed to have just stepped out of one those cheesy Kung-Fu movies. While in midair, she pulled out a huge samurai sword. I was in awe watching her. On her way down, she swung the sword taking out of ten or more of the mysterious, ugly creatures in one swing. She beheaded them. I stopped breathing. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I looked around and noticed the angels were beheading these creatures with their hands, which were glowing bright white.
The creatures were disgusting almost giant-wasp-looking things with skinny legs, like something you would see in science fiction shows. They all appeared exactly the same, tall and anorexic thin. They were an ashy color and had long claws on their fingers and toes. Their noses and
