Not Exactly the Girl You'd Bring Home by Dan Ackerman

Author:Dan Ackerman [Ackerman, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Supposed Crimes, LLC
Published: 2023-05-20T04:00:00+00:00

Once they completed their slow trek back to his house, Felix fished his notebook out from under the mattress. The effort alone made his head throb.

Sunshine reached for his sword.

“Don’t!”

“You’re not in much of a position to stop me.”

Felix scowled.

He’d bled through the bandage.

He felt like shit.

He took the key out from where he’d wedged it in his journal. He pressed the key against the seam in the cuff and it fell off the angel’s arm, clattering against the hardwood floor.

Sunshine looked at the cuff, rubbed his wrist, then said, “Take off your shirt.”

Felix shrugged out of it. He started to peel away the bandage then wished he hadn’t. There was still a lot of blood. The wound had little greenish-black lines threading away from it.

The angel pressed his palm directly against the wound.

Felix couldn’t tell if it was working, not really, because in about a minute, the palm against his chest started to burn. It made the blood on his chest smoke. It stank.

He started to squirm.

Sunshine drew his palm back after not much longer.

The dark tendrils around the wound had gone away.

The bleeding slowed. He went to the bathroom to wipe up, careful not to stop it from scabbing over.

He headed back to his room, threw his trousers onto the floor with his bloody shirt, and flopped onto his bed. He shouldn’t have. He could probably get the blood out of the trousers, but the shirt was done for.

Sunshine, of course, watched.

Felix didn’t care. He took time to breathe. Finally, he pushed himself up. “Why bother?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you supposed to kill me?”

“Your parents made it abundantly clear what would happen to me if you were to die. I don’t think it would matter if I wasn’t the one who did it.”

Felix smirked. “Is that what Bibi was telling you in the kitchen? Didn’t figure angels had much in the way of self-preservation.”

“I’m not supposed to.” Sunshine sounded concerned. “Nothing should matter more than the task at hand.”

“Uh-oh, Sunshine. They might take your halo away.”

Sunshine blinked. He kept watching Felix.

He looked sort of sad, standing there in mismatched, ill-fitting clothes, holding his sword like he didn’t know what to do with it.

Not sad.

Pathetic.

“What else did Bibi tell you?”

“They wanted to know about Heaven.”

Felix smiled. He couldn’t help it. It took most people a lot of fumbling to figure out what to call Bibi, or to stick to it, at least. Anyone who took to it always provoked a flutter of warmth in Felix.

“I feel like shit. You think this is gonna leave a mark?” He glanced down at the cut and the handprint on his chest.

“We need to get my knife.”

“Why? What’s the big deal with this knife?”

“It has purpose. That woman has purpose, too. She’s going back to a whole group of people that have a distinct and unfriendly purpose,” Sunshine told him. “I don’t know what it will do but it will do something.” The evenness in his voice dipped. “It may take them time to learn how to use it but…humans usually find a way to do things they aren’t meant to do.

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