Wings of Momentum

"I'll kill you, by the Almighty, I SWEAR!" My scream echoed in the cobblestoned room. I could feel the moisture against my back, but I wasn't sure if it was blood or the dark moldy dampness that stuck along the stones. With my hands in rusty shackles pulled above my head, I struggled, sweat and blood dripping down into my eyes when he hit me again. "Emmm, oh yes, please, struggle more, MORE!" he said, probably thinking I was trying to struggle to get free. His smooth and wicked tone gave me goosebumps. He was sick, twisted, and too damn handsome. I kept struggling to buy time. King Lou knew I wouldn't stay dead. Instead, he'd kill me, and a damned soul would take up residence, bringing me back good as new. I hated souls of the damned, and unlike souls from heaven, the damned felt foggy in my head. Years of torture, and past lives of being murderers, thieves, and degenerate slime, gave them the power sometimes to cloud my judgment. All that hate is a powerful thing. My clothes were r

I was human, plain, and boring, but now, I’m not and haven’t been for 20 years. You wouldn’t classify me as an Angel, Devil, or Other. I was something closer to a Reincarnate, but not exactly. I can’t die permanently since I did once, and the Almighty God himself put me back on Earth with a lovely supply of new souls to use every time I’m killed. That way, I can keep serving him for eternity, which was explained once by Michael in a way he thought was helpful. “Let’s say you gain weight, so you have to replace your clothing because it doesn’t fit anymore. Same with a soul, except you die rather than gain weight, and the soul must be replaced,” he said, if I remember right. I kind of understood, but the mechanics of it were too much for me to wrap my mind around. It was similar to reincarnation, except it was immediate, and I was still fully aware of my surroundings. I could only imagine if hundreds of us died and respawned immediately, poor Death’s head would be spinning! Michael

After he reached the top where I was perched, I scooted off the rail onto the platform to face him. I pulled my wings in with a touch of aura, then all that was left was the hum of a human soul. My hoodie was ripped to shreds on my back, so I unzipped it and folded it over my arm. I could feel the cool air of the night creep into the stairwell, it made me shiver. I thought I was wrong on guessing his apartment door as he stood at apt 102, the other name with the first letter C. He knocked making me feel a small satisfaction I guessed right. The moment the door cracked open I could tell what Other lived there, it was a Pixie. Peering around the Wolf I could see her blue icy eyes and pale skin littered with sun kissed freckles that were noticeable in the few inches it was open. "Everything o-okay Cash?" The meek little voice had a child-like sound and the smell of flowers filled the air. Ah, meadow pixie. Eyeing me, she shrank back a bit and didn't try to reach her aura out so she was

Cash's comment laid claim to my thoughts some more. It's my job, so why would he even attempt that pathetic dig at me. Not that I enjoyed dying, cause it hurt, very much. It didn't matter what way I died, I would just reanimate with a new soul, healed up with, a few changes to my appearance. I tried clearing my mind and getting rid of his words. I wasn't going to let some wolf shake me. It failed however after a few minutes when Cash finally came out of the bathroom. I could see water dripping from his wet hair and riding down his chest like a ski slope. I gathered enough with first glance to know his body was as dangerous as his words, but in a different way. Attempting casual and looking away from him, I pretended to admire the ceiling fan. Even though I was purposely avoiding his gaze, I could feel him staring at me. "I need to go out and get some supplies. There's a corner market a block down Main Street that should still be open at this hour. Do you need anything while I am o

I found his charger left in the bathroom. Something oddly normal for someone I noticed over the years. I plugged it in and stood looking at myself in the mirror while calling my best bud. I noticed I still don't look over the age of 26 though technically I would be about 46 by now. Hearing Reggie saying "What's up girl?", pulled me from my face inspection."Hey, any word on a safe spot?" She hadn't text me yet so I figured it was still a negative. "Nope. I left a message with Carlos, he's a 'placement agent' of sorts. Tricky little guy, but trustworthy. He will get back to me I am sure with in a day or 2. So what's up with you guarding a Were, since when did they become so special?" Reggie had been my backup on a few jobs, so her asking this was no surprise. I guarded mostly exotic, but the occasional average Other was a norm too. It was just odd, to even me, something so dangerous would need a body guard."Not sure, and not sure I am even really his body guard, it's more like a fanc