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the issues he carried. “So, Danielle Turner, if that is
your real name at all. Who is this organization that has chosen me?”
Danielle sighed and shook her head.
“They thought you were ready to know the truth, but I’m not sure you are. Maybe
you need more time.”
Alan took another swig from his
glass, “Come on, don’t stop now. Who is this secret organization: NSA, Black
Ops, Hydra?”
Danielle looked him straight in the
eyes and spoke clearly, “The term ‘Angels’ would best describe them. They are
here to help and they need you just as much as you need them.”
Alan choked on his next sip of
whisky. Laughter erupted from his chest and he shook his head from side to
side. His long hair whipped against his face as he thought of Angels from Heaven
choosing him.
Alan opened his eyes even as tears
filled them. Danielle was siting across from him, her face once again red. This
time there was no mistaking embarrassment for anger. “Wait,” Alan said raising
both hands in the air. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You have to admit, though, this
is crazy.”
“Crazy?” Danielle asked. “This
coming from the man who can move as fast as light?”
Alan wiped away tears from his eyes
and took a deep breath. “You have a point but come on. You expect me to believe
that immortal beings from Heaven, came down and chose a weak kid who battles
with depression, who was bullied his entire life, who has more issues than he
can count and chose him for something special?”
“Yes.”
Alan’s temporary fit of laughter
completely subsided as he was sobered by Danielle’s simple answer. He
straightened out his hair and pushed it back out of his face. “I don’t know.
That’s a lot to take on faith. Trust isn’t something that comes naturally for
me.”
“I know it doesn’t. If it were up
to me, I would have given you more time to work through your… issues.
Unfortunately, we don’t have the luxury of time anymore. And it doesn’t look like
you’re making any headway in the personal development department either.”
Danielle lowered her voice as she spoke but Alan could still hear her mutter
the last part, “Between the stealing and the booze.”
“Well, I’m sorry but this is just
too much for me to handle at the moment.”
“Here,” Danielle slid a slender
white phone across the table. “Take some time. Just not too much time. Call us
when you’re ready.”
She rose from the booth as she
reached inside her sweater pocket.
Alan waived a hand, “It’s okay,
I’ve got the bill.”
Danielle smiled, “How generous of
you, Mr. Price.”
Danielle turned to go. Leaving Alan
to sit and think about their conversation. He couldn’t help but ask one last
question. “I’m not saying I believe you, but if I did—are you an…” Alan
couldn’t believe he was asking this question. It sounded closer to a lame pick
up line than any question he would seriously ask a woman. “Are you an Angel?”
Danielle smiled and shook her head.
“No, I’m not. I’m just like you, Alan. I was lost. I was even more lost than
you when they reached out and gave me my abilities. I tried to fill the
emptiness I felt with everything society told me I needed, just like you’re
doing now.”
With one last smile that communicated
of a mixture of pity and hope, Danielle turned and left.
Chapter 22
Two Years Ago
“You’d need to sign a lease for a
year with the first and last month’s rent payments due as soon as you move in.”
“That’s fine,” Alan said as he
stared out the window, slender arms folded across his chest. Despite the
incredible view that the penthouse provided, Alan couldn’t help but feel the
weight of his depression across his shoulders. He didn’t want to tell the woman
showing him the place that he had barely gotten out of bed that morning. He
didn’t know how to tell her that this was just how he was. Good days came far
and few between and bad days more often than he
your real name at all. Who is this organization that has chosen me?”
Danielle sighed and shook her head.
“They thought you were ready to know the truth, but I’m not sure you are. Maybe
you need more time.”
Alan took another swig from his
glass, “Come on, don’t stop now. Who is this secret organization: NSA, Black
Ops, Hydra?”
Danielle looked him straight in the
eyes and spoke clearly, “The term ‘Angels’ would best describe them. They are
here to help and they need you just as much as you need them.”
Alan choked on his next sip of
whisky. Laughter erupted from his chest and he shook his head from side to
side. His long hair whipped against his face as he thought of Angels from Heaven
choosing him.
Alan opened his eyes even as tears
filled them. Danielle was siting across from him, her face once again red. This
time there was no mistaking embarrassment for anger. “Wait,” Alan said raising
both hands in the air. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You have to admit, though, this
is crazy.”
“Crazy?” Danielle asked. “This
coming from the man who can move as fast as light?”
Alan wiped away tears from his eyes
and took a deep breath. “You have a point but come on. You expect me to believe
that immortal beings from Heaven, came down and chose a weak kid who battles
with depression, who was bullied his entire life, who has more issues than he
can count and chose him for something special?”
“Yes.”
Alan’s temporary fit of laughter
completely subsided as he was sobered by Danielle’s simple answer. He
straightened out his hair and pushed it back out of his face. “I don’t know.
That’s a lot to take on faith. Trust isn’t something that comes naturally for
me.”
“I know it doesn’t. If it were up
to me, I would have given you more time to work through your… issues.
Unfortunately, we don’t have the luxury of time anymore. And it doesn’t look like
you’re making any headway in the personal development department either.”
Danielle lowered her voice as she spoke but Alan could still hear her mutter
the last part, “Between the stealing and the booze.”
“Well, I’m sorry but this is just
too much for me to handle at the moment.”
“Here,” Danielle slid a slender
white phone across the table. “Take some time. Just not too much time. Call us
when you’re ready.”
She rose from the booth as she
reached inside her sweater pocket.
Alan waived a hand, “It’s okay,
I’ve got the bill.”
Danielle smiled, “How generous of
you, Mr. Price.”
Danielle turned to go. Leaving Alan
to sit and think about their conversation. He couldn’t help but ask one last
question. “I’m not saying I believe you, but if I did—are you an…” Alan
couldn’t believe he was asking this question. It sounded closer to a lame pick
up line than any question he would seriously ask a woman. “Are you an Angel?”
Danielle smiled and shook her head.
“No, I’m not. I’m just like you, Alan. I was lost. I was even more lost than
you when they reached out and gave me my abilities. I tried to fill the
emptiness I felt with everything society told me I needed, just like you’re
doing now.”
With one last smile that communicated
of a mixture of pity and hope, Danielle turned and left.
Chapter 22
Two Years Ago
“You’d need to sign a lease for a
year with the first and last month’s rent payments due as soon as you move in.”
“That’s fine,” Alan said as he
stared out the window, slender arms folded across his chest. Despite the
incredible view that the penthouse provided, Alan couldn’t help but feel the
weight of his depression across his shoulders. He didn’t want to tell the woman
showing him the place that he had barely gotten out of bed that morning. He
didn’t know how to tell her that this was just how he was. Good days came far
and few between and bad days more often than he
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