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“How much longer…” Ale mumbled. He held a pistol, but any moron could tell—no, well, anyone—he had no idea how to hold it correctly, finger on the trigger despite all the people around. I hoped to the fucking gods he’d figure it out himself, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned to him, hearing him wheeze like he’d been jumped by a robber.
“Take your finger off the trigger before you panic and shoot someone’s dick off,” I said. “Just a safety tip.”
He gasped, and did as I said. “Oh! Thank you…sorry about that, Kelsey, I don’t want to get in the way.”
“Then don’t act like you’re gonna, duh!” Charya said from behind us.
“Easier said than done, I’m afraid,” he said.
We were in MPF uniforms and stationed at the leftmost corner of an intersection. It was way too far from where we were supposed to go once we got the signal from Erna, but I wasn’t complaining about being far away from a potential serial killer spotting. Ugh, I got her being on the front lines, but that Dori guy had some balls to willingly go along with her bait plan. Or some crazy life insurance, but what the fuck did I know?
We all kept our helmets off to avoid mass panic, but it didn’t escape any of our notice to see less and less people were passing by to get where they needed to go. A slow but steady stream of cars still came through the roads, pulling into apartment parking lots to wind down for the night. It made sense, considering how dark . Thanks a lot, spring, you’re really dragging your feet on brightening the place.
Charya started to walk across the crosswalks repeatedly, while Ale paced behind me. Crazy to believe, but he’d been doing it for the past fifteen minutes. So out of character for him, right? Ugh.
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“Dude, chill,” I said. Maybe it wouldn’t have annoyed me as much if he didn’t drag his stupid loafers over the pavement like crazy. That skidding sound scraped against my ears—stupid auditory torture.
“Unstoppable force meets immovable object,” Charya said as she went over to the other end of the crosswalk again. I shot her a glare, but she just laughed as she pranced away like a preschooler.
“Sorry,” he said, not even looking at me.
“And stop apologizing.”
“Sorry…”
“And watch out for cars!” Charya dashed across the crosswalk as soon as the light turned red. Ale stopped, narrowly avoiding pacing onto the street, where a car whizzed right past his stupid ass.
“Eep!” He jumped back. Seconds later, the car going down the middle of the road stopped, and a figure clad in white ran from around the corner, right in front of the vehicle.
Everything about…whoever this was, looked wildly ethereal. Gleaming white, gleaming light—I couldn’t gather much but brightness from a distance. It went for the door, and as the pieces clicked, I realized: that thing was our mark, and it clamoured to get away. Probably about to kill the driver with whatever power it had.
I turned my helmet on and ran forward. I concentrated and held a hand up, tearing a hole open in midair right above me. With my free hand, I pulled out the weapon Erna loaned to me: a lightweight spear with a large black tip. The void energy leaked out of the tear and combined with it—turning it a bright glowing pink.
I threw the spear right at the angel.
She didn’t expect it—the sharp end dug into her mask before the power of the void forced it back. Void energy got crazy bouncy for reasons I never bothered to figure out, but at least it meant getting my spear back wasn’t a problem.
The odd mask which covered her face in pure light crystal shattered, revealing her face at last and breaking the ethereal glow obstructing her. Her entire disguise all but dissolved, probably tied to the power of the mask.
The transformation slowed down enough my spear shot back to me in time—I caught it no problem. As for who remained? We all finally managed to catch a glimpse, and…
Uh.
Whatever that thing was, it wasn’t even fucking close to an angel.
Ale screamed, and even in this life or death situation I couldn’t stop myself from groaning at his continued existence.