I was walking in Downtown Bristow. With nothing but some clothes and a weeks supply of food. All wrapped up in this old backpack. I know what I need to do, but the rage that drove me before turned cold. I am going to do it, don't get me wrong here, but I guess it became more of a mission than anything else. I could use some help. I looked at the huge, castle like building that is the Church. Maybe the Big Guy Upstairs will hear me this time.
I entered trying to look casual. Nobody gave me a second glance I sit in one of the last pews. It has been forever and a day since I was here. I remember going to a church when I was little, but since Herald took his spot as CEO we haven't been back there. I bowed my head, laced my fingers, and closed my eyes. I remember doing this at my bedside a few years ago. I admit I lost faith, but Maybe just this once...
Uh, Hey. It's me, Gabriel. I know I haven't checked up with you in a while. You see, um, I have a problem with my Father. As I'm sure you know, I use to be able to fly through the sky like one of your other creations. He did the job halfway, but it was enough to lock me onto the Earth forever. I want it back. But if that is too much to ask, I ask for this, at the very least. Kill my Father. Give me the strength to kill Herald Collin. "Pretty gruesome prayer don't ya think?" Startled I stood up and stepped back. I was getting ready to fight, because that's all I've been doing for the last couple of days. What he said next surprised me. "Relax. I'm not here to fight you." He said as he was sitting down in the isle I was in. I sat down down too, but kept my distance and never took my eyes off of him. He was dressed in all black, which included his jacket, hoodie, and boots. Not the usual visitor I would have in mind for a church. He kept his hands in his jacket pockets. I asked, "How did you know what I was praying about?" He looked at me. His hood was up and over his head, so I couldn't really see him. "You were whispering. Kinda. I almost heard you from the other end of the church." he said, casually. He was sitting back, still with his hands in his pockets, as if he was enjoying the relaxation for once. I asked, "I know enough that you're here to see me, not just to talk to me about prayers. Who are you? What do you want?" He pulled out his hands; they were blue. Was I looking at a frozen ghost? He pulled back his hood to reveal black hair, his face was blue as well, and his eyes were purely white. They didn't have irises and/or pupils. He turned to me and said, "What would you say, if I said I could fix your 'problem'?" I looked at him, "You're a bounty hunter who's after me, aren't you?" He put up is hands in defense. "The name is Zero and I'm actually trying to help you."
I laughed to myself. "Yeah, right." He sighed. "I know somebody who could help." I was starting to get angery. "Even if I believed you why would he help me, OR better yet, why are YOU helping me?" He had a really sorry look on his face. "He owes me one. As for me, well,..." He paused, searching for his own words. "...I have a conscience to clear. Let's leave it at that."
I glared at him. "If this is some sort of trick, I swear to God, I'll put you on a cross." I said with venom dripping on every word. He chuckled and said, "You sound just like him. My guy, I mean."
We exited the church and it wasn't quite dark yet. We took a bus to the edge of town. From there we took a taxi to a very specfic address. I was still wary of Zero, which means that I wouldn't shut up. "You still haven't told me who this guy is." He was yawning. "Be patient, dude. This guy will help us." "What makes you so sure?" "Cause I have nothing to hide, and niether do you, right? That's all that'll matter." Why does he sound so familiar?
We arrive at a nice looking house. It had a huge yard, and had three different floors. He knocked on the front door with me right behind him. There was a long wait. Then the door finally opened. The kid couldn't be a day over sixteen. He was tall, fairly muscular, had black hair, and had a set of dark clothes. This was the kind of guy I wouldn't even want to mess with. He looked like an animal in a people costume. Behind him I saw at least six other kids, varying in ages and styles of clothing.
Who the Heck is this?
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