aron angels 01 - a world without angels by campbell jamie

Author:campbell, jamie [campbell, jamie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-04-24T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Jerome didn’t know what to do. His eyes darted between the men surrounding him, there was no way he could break free of the circle they had formed. There wasn’t enough room to run into flight and the pain in his shoulder was preventing a stationary takeoff, even if he thought it would be possible.

“What are you?” One of the older men of the group yelled at him, holding his gun directly pointed at Jerome’s head. He didn’t waver at all, holding it firm and steady – focused on his target.

The last thing Jerome wanted was to engage the men in a conversation about angels and their current tribulations. He decided to go with intimidation instead, playing on their fears. “Get away from me. I will leave you peacefully if you all step back.”

Nobody moved. A man wearing a straw hat and holding a very large knife spoke next. “You’re stealing. You’re a thieving, lying, demon. Why shouldn’t we shoot you right where you stand?”

“I’m not a demon and I’m only taking the food I need. You have plenty, you won’t even miss it.”

“He’s lying,” said another of the men, one holding nothing but a Stanley knife. “I say we cut him real good.”

Jerome didn’t reply, he wasn’t convincing them of anything. Yet he didn’t know how to convince them to leave him alone. He wasn’t prepared to fight, he couldn’t, they were humans after all. He would rather they just let him go and they part ways amicably.

But it wasn’t going to happen. “Get him!” The older man yelled. Everyone sprung into action, quickly closing the gap between them and Jerome. The angel stood there, unable to act with nothing but fear in his mind.

The men charged, reaching Jerome quickly. Hands, weapons, and feet started flying – all in Jerome’s direction. He pushed them away as they came, trying to make a gap which he could escape through. But there were so many of them, it was twelve to one, the odds were stacked high against him.

The blows from bare fists were nothing compared to the damage the knives were doing. They sliced through his flesh, sending blood pouring down his skin and soaking his clothes. He fought back, using all his strength to push them aside. He couldn’t inflict pain on them, he just couldn’t. Jerome showed a restraint that his attackers didn’t. They didn’t stop their assault for even a moment to consider the pain they were causing.

Jerome fell to the ground, pushed by too many hands to count. He crashed against the dirt, feeling the shock run through his body. The men cheered with the triumph, they were winning.

He closed his eyes, feeling every blow as it hit against his skin. He thought about nothing but Leila, she would be worried about him if he didn’t come home. She would also be hungry, left to fend for herself and having to brave the streets to find something to eat.

He couldn’t do it to her. Leaving Leila by herself in a world consumed by a raging war was like a nightmare.

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