The Fallen (Remake) Chapter 17

I was walking in downtown Bristow. With nothing but some clothes and a weeks worth of food. All wrapped up in some old backpack, now slung over my shoulder. I know what I need to do, but the rage that fueled me before turned cold. Don't get me wrong here, I'm still going to kill him. But now, I guess it became more like a mission. I could use some help. I looked up at a huge, castle like building. A church. Maybe the Big Guy Upstairs will hear me this time.

I entered the building, trying to look casual. Nobody gave me a second glance. I sat down in one of the pews, with my backpack sitting beside me. It's been forever and a day since I've been in a place like this. I remember going to church when I was little, but since Herald became CEO we haven't exactly made time. I bowed my head and laced my fingers, like I had a long time ago. I admit, I've lost faith, but maybe just this once.......

Uh, hey God, it's, uh, me, Gabriel. Look, I know I haven't exactly checked in with you lately. You see, um, I have this problem with my father. As I'm sure you know, I use to be able to fly, like one of your other creations. He did the job halfway, and now I am forever tied to the ground. I only have one wing, God. I want it back God. If that's too much, I can settle for something else. I want you to please kill my father. Give me the strength to kill Herald Collins. "Pretty dark prayer, don't you think?"

Startled, I stood up and took a couple of steps back. My body tensed up, preparing for a fight, because that's what I've been doing for the past couple of days. Fighting. There was someone just standing there. He looked a little older than me. He had dirty blond hair, wore a simple set of jeans T-shirt and grey hoodie. He wore glasses, that now hung on his nose as he put his hands up in defence. "Whoa, hey, settle down there. Me: friend, Okay?"

I glared at him. I said, "Why should I believe you? For all I know, you could be another Bounty Hunter." He sighed and muttered something under his breath. I only heard him saying "paranoid". He turned back to me and said, "Look, what you were whispering, I could here it on the other side of the room. Nickie told me a friend of hers was in trouble. She told me what you looked like and said that you would need my help." I glared at him some more.

I said, "I still don't know who the heck you are." He said, "I'm Raphael Anderson. I'm a friend of the Millers."