Rebel Angel

Preface & Chapter 1

~Preface~

“I thought and thought about this my entire life. I never thought of.. of running away from all my problems if i realized that there was another solution,” I wrote in the letter to Angel. Hopefully, she can forgive me and my half-dead brain. “Angel, you’re my only hope. Please, help me. I’m asking you, Angel. My family has turned on me and I need you more than anything. I hope you decide to help me.

Love,

Jonathan x

~Present Day~

1

It was the middle of March. Jonathan Stowe was at the crash site of yet another accident he caused. He peered over at the other car. He saw a woman who appeared to be in her mid-30s, her daughter supposively, and the woman’s son who looked like he had a he had a swim cap on. The daughter, on the other hand, was painstakingly beautiful. She had long, red, hair. Soft, pink cheeks. Those round, sapphire eyes were perfection. They held the world’s beauty and more.

Before the crash, she had had a pale complexion. Jonathan was simply awestruck about her. He wishes that she is okay. Jonathan looked around; seeing if anyone was there. Then, he heard sirens. They were getting louder and louder as they approached. He bolted out of the car, headed for the woods. But just as he was running, the dreaded words he heard time and time again, attacked him like silver bullets. “COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!,” screeched over the car radio. Jonathan walked forward. He put his hands on his head and walked to them; facing the music. Chief Malley said,”You know the drill, kid.” “Yeah, yeah, I know,” Jonathan said in vain. Jonathan saw the girl coming out of the car, followed by her mum and brother. They were unharmed. No scratches, no gashes, no bruises; nothing. The paramedics rushed toward the car. She raised her hand in front of her and they all stopped as if she controlled every each one of them. She said, “We are fine, as you can bluntly see. Nothing is wrong here, except one thing. The puzzled look on each and everyone of you’s faces. My angel is protecting my family and I. Look within yourselves. They are there; waiting to be released. They’re always with you. They love you.” As she finished, she sat down and looked at Jonathan with such child-like eyes that he started to cry.

“Whoa, kid, you okay?,” Chief Malley asked. Jonathan ignored his question and asked the girl what her name was. “My name,” the girl said, “is not important. What is important is your justice.” She turned to Chief Malley and suggested, “I think he should be put to work at an… art center to cleanse his soul of evil spirits. Have him live with his parents. Last I checked, sacrifices are illegal under my watch.” Jonathan was intrigued by the girl.

“ What is your name?” Jonathan asked.

“That does not matter,” the girl replied.

“Then what does?”

“Your feelings, your soul, your life, and what you believe in.”

“You lost me..”

“I know I did. You didn’t listen with your soul.”

“Well how do you do that?”

“That I can’t tell you,” the girl said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Just tell me your name, please.”

“Pen name or birth name?”

“Whatever you wish to tell me,” Jonathan said. He just wanted to know her damn name.

She responded with simply:

“Angel”.

[A/N: This is my first story so I hope you like it. Comment or rate as you wish. ~Buttercup]