Red

Red Savior

I opened my eyes to see the most beautiful thing I could imagine. It was Red. I don't know how I got here, but I don't want to leave. I looked up off the dusty bed I was laid on. She was sitting in a chair next to me. I rose my hand to her face. I began caressing her cheek. Tears began to swell from my eyes.

"Channing..." She trailed off. I stood up from the bed.

"You need to stay in bed" She pushed me back down. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up against me. I pushed my face onto hers, I kissed her passionately. I pushed her against the wall and eagerly kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist. A minute later she pulled away.

"Channing, quit, it isn't right" I look up, and instead of Red, I see Evelyn. I gasped from within. Ahhhhhh. I just.... I just.... Red's daughter. Even though it was Evelyn, it felt right.

"I'm sorry" I stepped back.

"Its..... No.... I'm..." She stuttered awkwardly. A couple minutes of awkward silence fell before I finally asked what happened.

"The debris hit you, I couldn't find Joseph, the prophet, and I lugged you to this cabin" She stared at the walls. A loud bang echoed through the cabin walls. I shushed Evelyn and shoed her under the bed. I walked slowly towards the door where I peeked around the corner. I saw someone place a gun on the table. Didn't look like a hunting gun. I turned the corner and tackled the man. I soon realized it was a familiar face. It was Tristan.

"Ow! Channing get off me!" Tristan yelled. I jump away from him. He got older. He looks like he is almost 40.

"Ew you got old!" I laugh.

"Don't rub it in, there's something different about you" He squinted his eyes.

"Well I was injured recently" I sighed.

"No, not physically.... You aren't an angel, you're acting extremely different.... it's the humanity huh?" He sighed and rubbed his temples.

"I think I can help you get it back" He frowned after awkward silence.

"What? How?" I arched my eyebrows.

"I could pray to Michael, he comes, you say your on his team and boom, he makes you an angel again" Tristan smiled.

"No, we can't" I frowned.

"What why?" He sighed.

"Come on out" I yelled out. Evelyn comes out of her room. Tristan runs to hug her, he is instantly rejected.

"You lied!" She yelled at Tristan.

"What?" He had a confused look.

"You aren't my father, and Ally isn't my Mother!" She yelled.

"I am sorry... I just didn't....." Tristan babbles out. Evelyn stomps out of the room, tears forming in her eyes. I sighed.

"You are so dumb, this whole 16 years Zander has been teaching her how to use her magic. They even have this thing!" I yell.

"Thing?" He lifts an eyebrow.

"THING, like thing!" I sigh and interlock my fingers.

"Like they're..... oh ew! I knew he was a pedophile, I wish I could kill him!" Tristan grits his teeth. I feel like a hypocrite, we had a small thing, I thought she was Red. So not technically but still, I pray that Tristian never finds out.

"Do it, I plan on it eventually" I sigh.

"I can't. I don't fight anymore, I have resigned to a no violence policy" Tristan frowned.

"Wait? So your useless against demons and angels? How did I get stuck with the least helpful person there is" I sigh louldy. A loud boom echoes through the cabin. My instant reaction was to run outside, to check on Evelyn. She was nowhere to be seen, but I was met with a different familiar face. Two, to be correct.

"Michael?" I cocked my head.

"Yes, brother it's me" He sighed. He had joseph, the prophet, next to him.

"Jospeh, the prophet, what- are you okay?" My eyes grew wide. I hear a sob from behind me. I turn to see Tristan in tears. What a baby.

"Broth- Brother?" He let's out a quiet sob.

"Hello, Tristan" Michael smiled at him. He seems different. I am not telling him about Evelyn, no matter the recent self discovery he may have went through.

"Joseph, the prophet, guided me here. He notified me of your sickness" Michael examined me.

"Oh, yeah, it's been screwing me up" I rub the back of my head.

"You aren't the Chamuel I remember" Michael squints his eyes.

"Well, when your favorite brother wipes your memory and leaves you to die. Actually, he made it where you couldn't die. And this brother set him up for an infinity of pain and suffering. And he didn't know what the hell was going on! And he went through a lot. More than any one should go through. Should I tell him about the dreams Tristan?! What about the dreams?! Or the constant issues because I'm not who I was, the world hardened me Michael, it ripped my heart out and crushed it to millions of pieces. Guess what?! You'll never guess! He met a girl. This charming girl who loved books and cured his need for lust and alcohol. And guess what the hell happened?! She was brutally murdered. Once he finally found something that felt right. It was ripped away. You wanna know who he blames, brother? You, he blames the selfish as hole of an brother! It doesn't help that this jerk also killed the girl twice. Not only Christine but Red too!" I began laughing louldy. I was going crazy. My mind became hazy, I fell over, like a drunken fool.