Angels Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Slayer ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The Angel Slayer

I had never seen this man before or for that fact a man as tall or robust but for reasons unknown to me he saw my life and the lives of my friends as his to take. Each swing of his chain-sickle caused a deafening screaming rush of a noise through the air. I do not know how I managed to keep my body moving, I’d lost one of my wings some time ago at the merciless swipe of his weapon. Each step I took felt too slow, each corner I turned my body wobbled as if about to collapse and every time I dared a look back the giant of a man was not far behind. His face set in a look of solemn understanding of what mission he had been set to complete not the fury and determination I’d expect from one that slays my kind. There was barely a moment to think as the adrenaline pumped through my body telling me just to keep moving to keep breathing and keep living. Even a crash into a brick wall when I turned too hard at the next corner in this series of unending alley ways didn’t register in my mind, there was no pain…for now.
The slayer did not seem to get out of breath or tire as he chased me, taking every chance to slash at me with his chain-sickle, I did not understand how he could run and manoeuvre in those clothes for he wore brown leather trousers with a heavy metal belt and a matching leather vest with several straps that appeared to be for restraint rather than be of use to him. The likely reason for those restraints was that before he was set loose upon us angels he had been locked away for decades until just the right moment that we would be vulnerable. If the sudden suspicions of our human town’s people were to go be then yes right now we were vulnerable and trying desperately to appear human but it seems we had failed.
We had been in the middle of lunch at our elder’s home when he had burst in, breaking the door of its hinges and brought the sharp blade of his weapon down into the youngest of our groups back. The little one couldn’t even cry out but only stare in shock at the point of the blade protruding through his chest and the blood all over his shirt. The mother Cecile cried in sorrow for her little boy as the rest of us scrambled up from our table and started to make a run for it. Cecile refused to move as she stared in horror at her now dead child, even our screams for her to run or to move away were in vain as she would not listen. She was the next to die, after her the elder was the next; he had said he would give us younger angels a chance to escape if the giant was busy with him. Most of us shed tears at the idea of using our elder as bait but he was the voice of reason and order there for we had to do as he told us. We ran in a group, the remainder of us, petrified and unsure. Then slowly and gruesomely this man seemingly from hell would make us fall one by one as some of us slowed due to exhaustion or fear.
I was the last of us and barely alive with the wound of my lost wing and several gashes from the swing of his weapon. I was near collapsing and would have just made it to the end of the alley where a small hole in the fence would have allowed an easy escape as he would be too large to get through. I would have made it had he not used the chain of his weapon to suddenly whip around my leg causing me to fall, screaming in surprise and fear, the increased panic had me scratching at the dirty alley floor trying to pull myself along, leg tugging frantically trying to unravel the chain but all of this was in vain. I expected a sudden pain and then darkness as my life was taken but instead I felt myself turned over onto my back to come face to face with the killing giant as he knelt next to me though the chain still around my leg and his scythe now resting close to my neck in a threatening manner. His face had retained the same solemn look as before but as I stared up shaken with fear at this stranger his expression changed into one of pity. Why was he pitying me, I was puzzled as I remember clearly the moment he took the life of little jack, Cecile’s child. He had no pity then or when he took the life of any of the other angel’s, not even the elders. It was then he spoke, the first word’s since his appearance and his tone deep which was expected due to his stature “You’re the last” his voice almost seemed sad. I did not think I could put together word’s right there and then so I simply nodded. “Why do you want to live?” he asked me almost judging me with the question. Here I could have said something endearing to show my life had some value or that he should let me live because I had done nothing to deserve death but then that would wrong and the others deaths would plague me for eternity. I thought carefully, aware of the cold of the metal resting on my neck and spoke honestly “Because I am afraid to die and because all I know how to do is live” he seemed to contemplate that before he stood back up. I closed my eyes awaiting the end but it never came, I opened my eyes surprised when the chain unravelled from my leg only to jump slightly as he spoke commandingly in his thick voice “stand up”. I pulled myself up slowly as if moving too fast would set him off somehow and gripped the sides of my blood soaked dress nervously, body still shaking slightly in his presence. It was then I was even more surprised than when I witnessed the look of pity he gave me as he non too gently turned me around and gripped my remaining wing, I heard more than felt the sudden movement of his scythe as it cut through the wing close to my back just like the other wing had been and dropped the feathered appendage to the ground. I whimpered softly at the slight pain and dipped my head down suddenly ready for the death I was about to receive, assuming the cutting of the wings was something he would do with all the angels,  a type of cleansing ritual or even more horrifyingly so…as a trophy. During this short train of thought I hadn’t heard the heavy footsteps depart and fade into silence or the drop of the weapon he had used to murder all the other angels. It wasn’t until I realised I had been standing there some time and I had yet to part from this world that with a cautious turn of the head I noticed he was not there behind me and so I turned around to check fully and he was nowhere to be seen. He had let me live, quickly I came to the conclusion that removing my wing was this giants way of making me look more human. He had heard what I had to say and without my wings I would not differ in appearance from a human, I would now fit in. I do not really understand what happened today or why he let me live and not any of the others but I know that something bothered him in that alley way, the look of pity, the saddened voice, perhaps he saw that what he was doing was wrong and that us angels only wanted one thing and that was to be human. I stood there in the alley way for a long time expecting him to come back, sneaking out of the shadows to end it as if this was a sick joke but he never came. I thought perhaps that I had somehow imaged this all but the evidence of his previous presence was a reminder that it was not as I stared at the chain-sickle abandoned on the floor and my wing at my feet.