The Stupidest Angel Chapter 20

Chapter 20WINGING ITThe ideal had opened six envelopes of powdered hot-chocolate melt and handpicked out all the minimarshmallows. They trap them in these little prisons with the brown powder. You mustiness free them to put them in the cup, the apotheosis explained, tearing open some other packet, pouring the contents into a bowl, picking up the little marshmallows, and drop them into his mug.Kill him bandage hes counting the marshmallows, utter the Narrator. Hes a mutant. No angel could be that stupid. Kill him, you crazy bitch, hes the enemy.Nuh-uh, utter Raziel, into his marshmallow foam.mollie looked at him everywhere the rim of her mug. By the assdlelight in the kitchen, he certainly was a striking fellow those sharp features, the lineless face, the hair, and now the chocolate-marshmallow mustache. Not to mention the sporadic glowing in the dark, which had been helpful when she was looking for some matches to light the candles.You can hear the voice in my head? sh e asked.Yes. And in my head.Im not religious, molly utter. Under the table, she held the tashi with her free hand, its blade resting across her bare thighs.Oh, me either, said the angel.I mean, Im not religious, so why are you here?Lunatics. Were attracted to them. It has something to do with the chemical mechanism of faith. I dont really understand it. Do you simple machinery any more than? He held up the empty cocoa envelope. His mug was overflowing with run marshmallow foam.No, thats the whole box. So youre attracted to me because Im loony and bequeath believe anything?Yes, I deal so. And because no one will believe you. So theres no trespass of faith.Right.But you are attractive in other ways, similarly, added the angel quickly, as if someone had suddenly smacked him in the head with a sock estimable of people skills. I like your make and those.My breasts? It wasnt the beginning period that someone had said that sort of thing to her, entirely it was the first ti me it had bring from a messenger of God.Yes. Zoe has those. Shes an archangel like me. Well, not like me. She has those.Uh-huh. So there are female angels as well?Oh yes. Not always. all(prenominal)one was changed afterwards you happened.Me?Man. Mankind. Women. You. Before we were all one kind. But thus you happened, and we were divided up and given parts. Some got those, others got other things. I dont know why.So you take a bunghole parts?Would you like to tick off?Wings? Molly asked. She actually wouldnt mentality commanding his move, if he had them.No, we all pose those. I mean my particular parts. Would you like to see? He stood and reached down the expect of his pants.It wasnt the first time shed had an offer like that, but it was the first time it had come from a messenger of God.No, thats okay. She grabbed his forearm and guided him tail end into his seat.Okay, then. I should go. I apply to check on the miracle and then go home.The miracle?A Christmas miracle Thats why Im here. Oh look, you have a tick on one of themHe has the attention nosepiece of a hummingbird, the Narrator hissed Put him out of his misery The angel was pointing to the notched five-inch scar above Mollys left breast, the one shed gotten when a stunt went haywire while filming Mechanized Death Warrior Babe VII. The injury that had gotten her fervencyd, the scar that had ended her career as a B-movie action heroine.Does it hurt? asked the angelNot anymore, Molly saidCan I touch?It wasnt the first time that someone had asked, but well, you know. Okay, she said.His fingers were long and fine, his fingernails a little too long for a guy, she thought, but his touch was warm and radiated from her breast do her whole bodyWhen he pulled his hand off, he said, Better?She affected where he had touched It was smooth. Completely smooth. The scar was gone. The angel blurred in her vision as tears welled up in her eyes.You complete shit bag of sentimental saccharine, said the NarratorThank you, Molly said, with a hint of a sniffle I didnt know you could Im wide-cut with weather, said the angel.Idiot the Narrator saidI have to go now, said Raziel, rising from his chair I have to go to the church to see if the miracle has workedMolly led him done the brisk room to the front adit. She held the door for him. Even so, the wind whipped his coat around him and she could see the white tips of his wings below. She smiled, laughing and crying at the same time.Bye, the angel said. He walked away into the woods.As Molly closed the door, something dark flew through it. The candles in the living room had blown out, so all she could see was a trace flying through the house, disappearing into the kitchen.She got the door shut and trod into the kitchen, holding her sword at a low ready. By the candlelight in the kitchen, she could see the shadow over the kitchen window, ii eyes shining orange back there in the dark.She picked up a candle from the table and move toward the window until the shadow cast shadows of its own. It was some kind of animal, hanging from the shut over the sink, looking like a black towel with a little doggy face. It didnt seem dangerous, just, well, a little goofy.Well, this is it I am getting back on my meds tomorrow, if I have to borrow the silver from LenaNot so fast, said the Narrator. Itll be so lonely in here when Im gone. And youll be back to wearing your normal clothes. Jeans and sweaters, you cant want that.Ignoring the Narrator, Molly approached the creature on the shutters until she was only two feet away and staring decently into its eyes. Angels are one thing, but I dont even know what in the hell you are, little guy.Fruit bat, said Roberto.He might be a Spaniard, said the Narrator. Did you hear the accent?Im expiration out there, Theo Crowe said, purpose a grip on the Christmas tree.He still has one bullet, said Tucker Case.They are button to torch the place. Ive got to get out there.To do wh at? You going to take their matches away?Lena took Theo by the arm. Theo, theyll never get a fire started in this rain and wind. Dont go out there. Ben didnt make it two steps.If I can get to an SUV, I can start trail over people, Theo said. Val gave me the tombstones to her scarper Rover.Well, thats not going to work, said Tuck. Theres a mass of them. You might get some of the feeble ones, but the rest will just run into the woods where you cant get to them.Fine. Suggestions? This place will have kittens like tinder, rain or no rain. If I dont do something were going to get roasted.Lena looked at Tuck. Maybe Theos right. If he can drive them into the woods, possibly the rest of us can make a break for the lay lot. They cant get all of us.Fine, Theo said. Divide people up into groups of five and six. lapse the strongest member of each group the key to an SUV. Make sure everyone knows where theyre going once they get out the door. When you hear the horn on the Range Rover pl ay Shave and a Haircut, it will mean Ive done what I can do. Everyone make a break for it.Wow, you came up with that while stoned, Tuck said. Im impressed.Just get everyone ready. Im not going out on that roof until Im sure no one is waiting for me.What if we hear a gunshot? What if they get you before you get to the car?Theo pulled a key out of his pocket and handed it to Tuck. Then it would be your turn, wouldnt it? Val had her spare car key with her, too.Wait a minute. Im not running out there. You have an excuse, youre stoned, youre a cop, your wife threw you out, and your life is in shreds. Things are going good for me.When Constable Crowe leaves, then can we cut off his head? asked Joshua Barker.Okay, maybe not, said Tuck.Im going, Theo said. Get everyone ready at the door.The lanky constable do his way up the Christmas tree. Tuck watched him climb out on the roof, then turned to the others. Okay, you guys heard him. Lets break into groups of five and six by the front doors. Nacho, grab the hammer, were going to have to pull the nails on the reinforcements. Whos driving an SUV?Everyone but the children raised their hands.It wont spark, its wet, said Marty in the Morning. He was trying to coax fire out of a drenched disposable lighter. The undead stood around him, looking at the pile of gasoline-sodden debris theyd piled against the align of the chapel service.I love barbecue, said Arthur Tannbeau. Every Sunday out at the ranch, we used to Only in atomic number 20 could one refer to a citrus farm as a ranch, interrupted Malcolm Cowley. As if you and the yahoos would all go out on ahorseback to round up the tangerines.Didnt anyone find a dry lighter or matches in any of the cars? Dale Pearson said.No one smokes anymore, said Bess Leander. Disgusting lousy habit anyway.Said the woman who still has brain matter on her chin from that fellow in the sweater, said Malcolm.Bess smiled coyly, most of her gums visible through her receded lips. They were so t asty it was like hed never used them.There was a chirp from the front of the chapel and all of them looked. Yellow lights flashed on one of the vehicles up there.Someones making a break for it, screamed Dale. I thought I told you to keep an eye on the roof.I did, said the one-armed intrude Antalvo. Its dark. I cant see shit.As they rushed down the side of the chapel toward the front, they saw a dark shadow slide off the side of the roof to the ground.