Something's not right...
There is a huge commotion going on today, and I don’t have any clue what it’s about, but it’s demanded the attention of Sean, Brandon and a number of other important angels. The rumor is that the risen Nick has been recovered from demon Viggo’s clutches, but I have no clue if this is the case or not. I only know that his abduction has me very frightened, as well as my Nick, and praying that they get him back quickly, and before any real harm comes to him. I can say now that I’m truly grateful to have my Nick, because he makes me feel secure and loved, and unafraid to face the day despite all this badness that seems to have befallen us here in Heaven.
All of this has me very hypersensitive today though, and so on one of my routine visits to earth, doing my guardian duties, I start to sense that something isn’t right. So one by one I begin to check on all of my people. Mom and Hannah at home, my brother Zach, then Sean’s family, his girls and Christine, only he’s not there. Little Lizzie has been sick and I’ve been watching her these past few days and listening in, I find out that Sean’s gone into town to pick her up a refill of her medication so she can get to sleep - the stuff with the codeine in it, probably.
Something still feels terribly wrong, and so I go in search of him, flying low, just above the buildings, following my instinct as to where he is, and when I get there, my heart leaps into my throat. It’s dark and it takes me a moment to see, but I arrive apparently moments after an incident involving someone trying to steal Sean’s Beemer has begun, and so I fly down close to see what’s happening, my senses telling me that the situation is about to turn ugly.
Then before my eyes the guy trying to steal the car pulls out a gun, and my eyes go wide with fear for Sean, who is still trying to talk him out of doing what he’s doing. Everything happens so fast now, as I make a dash for Sean - I know we’re not supposed to interfere with what happens among the living but it winds up being too late anyway. I swoop down and put myself between the man with the gun and Sean, looking wildly at him, but he pulls the trigger anyway, and as I close my eyes in anticipation of the hit, all I feel is a breeze as the bullet zooms through me painlessly. I stare down at myself, expecting there to be blood, but of course there is none, yet the man before me, his eyes go wide, and he turns and runs fast away. It’s only then, in a bit of a daze, that I turn around and find Sean at my feet, his gut covered in blood, his eyes closed, though he still breathes.
My anguished cries aren’t heard here, and I wonder if anyone above hears them either as I go to him, cradling myself around him, crying over him. My wings encircle us, shielding us from the world, though I know there is nothing I can do as Sean lays dying in my arms. I’m so distraught that I even let my invisibility slip, still not completely used to holding it, and I have no idea if anyone has seen me or not, but I don’t care right now as I scream for someone’s help. My angelic voice unheard by the people on the Earth, of course no one comes yet. Covered in his blood, begging him not to die, my whole world seems almost to crush in around me as I shield us with my now blood-smeared wings, waiting for someone… anyone that can hear me…
/Oh god... I really wish you were here, Nick./