Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 7

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“You can’t just keep me here!” Shosana said trying to appear angry, despite how much her voice was shaking. He was going to kill her; she could almost taste her death in the air as his wings unfurled before snapping back again as if his patience was starting to slip.

“You can’t keep me here!” She repeated when the murderous look in his eyes had subsided a fraction, “it’s against the Universal code,”

“You mean the codes we helped write?” There was a deadly edge to his voice, his gaze if possible growing even more intense.

“So,” she cleared her throat, “do as I say not as I do.”

He blinked and looked almost startled, she felt a little surprised herself, she was talking back to a higher angel; it felt so surreal that the need to laugh almost overcame her.

“You should have care in the way you address me,” he said it softly, the words almost a caress, if you discounted what he had said and the look in his eyes.

“Or what?” she said unable and unwilling to not have her say despite knowing that her death had been guaranteed by her birth, “I’m dead either way, you say your archangels are discussing my death, more like the method in which I will die and –” Her voice was cut off by a strong hand around her throat. His wings spread, filling the room with darkness, with such power, that she was rendered speechless and reminded too late that she was speaking to no ordinary angel. A higher angel, one clearly trained in combat, one who could kill her with less than a thought, one who could – they were airborne.

Flying up through the mural on the ceiling, they kept climbing higher and higher. Shosana felt a moment of awe as she glimpsed Heavens skyline before they flew even higher, and came to a stop when her only view was distance planets and Havens nine moons.

“Maybe I should drop you, since your life is so worthless.”

Short Story: So…I accidentally kidnapped my teacher part 8

George looked over at the handbag. “We need to think of something.”

“No, you need to tell me why you still haven’t let Miss Levy go.” Jamal countered.

George looked away, he couldn’t say.

“George, kidnapping is serious, I know you’re not stupid…so what did Miss Levy see or what did she catch you doing.” Jamal smirked.

“Nothing.” George said at once.

“Yeah well nothing is probably tied up downstairs. A basement, seriously? You might as well be some crazy serial killer.” Jamal said edging towards the door that led to the basement.

George grabbed his hand.

“I said not to discuss anything!” Drew complained walking back into the room.

“We’re not discussing, we’re seeing. George is going to take us downstairs to see Miss Levy.” Jamal said decisively.

Drew’s eye lit up.
“You can’t see her, I don’t want –” George began.

“How’ve you kept her quiet all this time?” Jamal interrupted looking at George suspiciously.

George shifted from one foot to the other.

“O my God you haven’t killed her have you?” Drew said looking around fearfully.

Jamal’s eyes grew wide as he gasped and took a step back. “You’ve killed her haven’t you?!”

“No I haven’t, she’s very much alive!” George protested trying to keep his voice quiet. “Look, what happened was –”

“George let us see her right now!” Jamal demanded.

George sighed in resignation. “Alright fine, but don’t make any noise.”

Jamal and Drew exchanged looks as the trio quietly approached the basement door.

George turned the handle slowly.

They were plunged into darkness.