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  Angel Path

  Elizabeth Hosse

  Prologue

  My body was burning, I felt the darkness absorbing it. There was nothing else but me and the fire that tried to destroy me.

  - That can't be true - I said to myself.

  I saw an angel in front of me, he had beautiful white wings and unnaturally bright eyes. He did not seem happy to see me.

  - Run away, now! - I heard in my head, but I didn't intend to do it. I had to overcome it, I was haunted by nightmares every day, I felt like something was constantly attacking me and I didn't intend to give up.

  - Liss, this is not a good time to play the hero, run away!

  I was convinced that an angel was speaking to me, although I did not intend to submit to him. I took a step towards him, one small step, and it was then that I saw some black shadow take out the dagger and stick it into the belly of the angel's messenger.

  I felt a huge pain that pulled me out of my sleep, it was terrible, I had the impression that someone was tearing me to pieces. I grabbed my belly and tried to catch my breath. I wasn't sure what had happened, I probably had a nightmare again, but why did I feel different this time? I curled up and started moaning in pain, luckily for me I was alone at home and didn't wake anyone up.

  - It is happening again - I said to myself. I squinted my eyes and tried hard to remember the dream. I saw a boy who was attacked, I thought we were somehow connected, probably that's why my body started to react to a false attack.

  My name is Lisa and I have been dreaming about a mysterious boy for some time now, my mind is exhausted after these dreams and my body seems to have stopped distinguishing real traumas from those of dreams. I don't know what is happening to me and I can't tell anyone about it because I was already under the supervision of psychologists and I'm not going to be under their care again.

  Chapter 1

  For me, school has always been just a sophisticated form of torture, invented and used by adults. Today is my first day at the new school, the fifth this year. Each time there were different reasons behind the change of school, but one thing remained the same - the older people hated me. Don't think that I exaggerate, not even my own father talks to me. Oh yes, our relationships are neither healthy nor normal. You still don't believe me? Okay, then I'll tell you something and for your own good, remember this: Miguel Modesto is pure evil, he deals with things you never want to hear about. And who am I? His spoiled son, his failure and his fear of not finding a person who could inherit his empire.

  I entered the secretariat, a small room with depressingly white walls. Opposite the entrance there was a small blonde sitting, noting something fiercely in her microscopic calendar.

  - I am... - I started.

  - I know who you are. Hurry up, you have a class in room five," she said without raising her eyes on me.

  I did what she said, it may seem strange, but this little creature had something terrifying about it. No, I wasn't afraid of her, I just didn't want to talk to her any more.

  My reflections and internal monologues were interrupted by a bang. I looked ahead and saw a girl lying on the floor. What was I supposed to do? In such moments you listen to your instinct. I ran up to her and without asking her permission, I put her on her feet.

  She looked at me like an idiot. No one, ever had the courage to look at me like that. She laughed and after a while she ran into the corridor. If all the girls laugh at me, I won't stay here long.

  I sighed dramatically, although no one could hear it. I looked at the door next to me and began to regret that I did not manage to ask that girl for directions. I'm already explaining to you what I had a problem with, I was on the first floor, where instead of the smallest numbers there were only hundreds.

  - 101, 102, 103. - I read, passing by the next offices. It was all just a waste of time, so I stopped to get everything in my head together.

  - Think idiot, if you are looking for office number five, it means you will find it somewhere downstairs. The question is, what kind of psychopaths are doing underground?

  I did not have to wait for a long time to find an answer. In the dark classroom I saw Anabelle sitting behind the desk. My aunt hated by my father and at the same time the only relative from my mother's side. She met me immediately, although she was very surprised by my presence. We were both aware that this coincidence was something incredible, my father always isolated me from my mother and her family, and now unwittingly pushed me into their trap himself.

  Anabelle got up and threw herself around my neck. It was strange, because the last time we saw each other she was much taller than me. Yes, I haven't seen my aunt since childhood and to be honest I'm not sure how I still remember her.

  - Santi, it's really you. I can't believe I can see you. Your mother would be so proud of you, you have grown into a strong man. - She looked at me with her big eyes, filled with tears and smiled. - She did not destroy you, that is the most important thing.

  - Anabelle, you don't know what you're talking about, you haven't read my file. At the age of ten I managed to set fire to the boarding school.

  She laughed by rubbing tears running down her cheeks. I couldn't help but hug her and she started to cry even more.

  - Excuse me," she said after a long time to all the students in the class. - Santos is my nephew who I haven't seen in a very long time. I hope you will become friends, Santos - she looked at me seriously - you will sit next to Lisa.

  For the first time I looked at other students and, to my surprise, the only vacant place was next to the girl I met earlier.

  She did not speak to me during the whole lesson, and then she left quickly. She ran away unnecessarily, because I still had to talk to my aunt. She did not ask me for this, but I knew she wanted it. I sat across from her and she tenderly grabbed my hands.

  - Did Miguel come here with you?

  - I have not lived with him since I was seven years old. My life is an eternal journey and a hanging around boarding schools. This time he rented me a studio apartment, so it is not so bad.

  She took out a small notebook and immediately started writing something. I was wondering if everyone in this city has miniature paper articles, but I refrained from saying it aloud. It was only when she gave me the torn out card that I saw the cell number and address.

  - You can always come or call me. I live in a small apartment, but I have a room for guests, so please feel invited.

  - I will not stay here long, I have never finished a year at the school where I started it.

  - Now everything has changed. - She squeezed my hand tighter. - You are in the right place.

  Lisa

  Santos did not look like a guy who has someone like Adamczyk in his family. I have nothing against his aunt, but she pays a lot of attention to discipline, and he probably never heard of anything like that. For the whole hour he was dripping over my ear, well, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but it was clear that he is not used to idleness. And also this action with arson! It promises to be an interesting year.

  He left the classroom only at the end of the break, he didn't see me immediately, but I think he felt my look. He must have felt it, because at one point he suddenly lifted up his head and looked me straight in the eyes.

  - I thought I'd show you around, but now we don't have time for that.

  - It's okay, we have classes together, you'll make up for it - he said with a smile.

  - How did you... - I started.

  - Our aunt checked our plans and they are identical.

  - Damn.

  I didn't expect such a turn of events, I just hoped it wouldn't cause me any problems. I snorted laughter realizing the absurdity of these words. Santos is sure to cause problems, the question is whether his aunt will help him to
cover up his stumbles.

  "Don't get mixed up with him." I heard a familiar voice in my head.

  - Get away from me - I was growling under my nose, exceptionally without arousing anyone's attention with my behaviour.

  Sometimes I was really tired of listening to the voices, or more precisely the one voice that wanted to rule me.

  - We're on site - I threw it automatically and Santos was relieved.

  - Fortunately, I was afraid that this time the classes would take place in the attic. This building is terrifying.

  - Wait with such opinions for the barrel class.

  - Who?

  - A teacher who speaks to himself and is the only one to laugh at his jokes. Oh, and I forgot to tell you that he collects live spiders.

  I saw Alex and smiled at him. Santos' gaze automatically went in the same direction.

  - In this lesson you will have to take care of yourself, because I already have someone to sit with," I told Santos to go away.

  I know it wasn't nice, but I wasn't sure how to behave in his company. I never dreamt of becoming a full-time nanny either.

  Alex didn't even notice the presence of a new student, I was getting notes from him during the whole lesson containing new rumors. I smiled to myself at the thought of his behavior, men really were worse than women in the gossip.

  - Who is this guy who keeps looking at you? - He asked when two hours later we were sitting in the canteen.

  I turned around and saw Santos sitting with his legs on the table. The students of the younger grades were passing him by a wide arch, but in my opinion they had nothing to be afraid of.

  "Or is it? I guess you're the only one who doesn't have a self-preservation instinct at this school."

  I ignored the voices and waved Santos' hand, nothing will happen if I help him find himself at school. Of course, Alex was happy with this turn of events as he was able to gather materials for further rumors. I think Santos sensed the boy's intentions and told him about all his antics. Clearly, he wanted to be taken for dangerous and crazy. Personally, I thought he was just a kid who wanted to do his parents anger. However, Alex did not share my guess, in his eyes Santos was the second godfather.

  Lucas

  She is irresponsible, she should not talk to him! Why does my whole life make me angry?! I tell her what she should do, and she ignores it. She has no idea who Santos is or who his family is. She really doesn't understand that knowing him is dangerous. They can find her.

  - Don't worry so much about Lisa, she is a big girl, she will manage.

  - I have a different opinion on this subject.

  I looked into a friend's blue eyes and once again realized that I should not be here.

  - You took my wings away," I said with regret. - I don't understand why you still keep me here.

  - We try to protect you from yourself, we can't let you run away to it.

  - You have probably forgotten how important it is, she and her mother are the last descendants of our friend, if something happens to them, the gift of freezing time will be lost forever.

  He wrinkled his forehead, wanted to say something, but knew I was right. Lisa was no ordinary girl, we had to protect her for many reasons.

  - This does not change the fact that you have some feelings for her. I won't let you fall.

  I laughed and got up to see me all over.

  - Really? Have I already fallen, or maybe you know some other name for an angel without wings?

  He became silent, of course he became silent. They took away what made me an angel, and now they demanded that I behave as they wanted. The rules no longer applied to me, they had to understand and accept that if Lisa was in danger, I would throw everything to help her.

  Chapter 2

  Lucas

  I see her more clearly than ever before, I see her tie her hair into a ponytail and look around the pitch carefully. She can't see me and won't see me, or at least not yet. Soon I will come up with something so that she can get to know me, just as I've known her all these years watching her from hiding. I don't want to hide anymore, I will come out of the shadows, and then everything will change.

  - You shouldn't go down to Earth

  I turned around and looked at Gabriel, who looked at me with pity. There was no need, Lisa will soon be able to know the truth about her background, and then I will be able to meet her without falling down beforehand.

  I unintentionally touched my neck, reminding myself of not so ancient events. I was punished, I shouldn't have gotten so close to it, but I couldn't watch it suffer. I had to help her.

  "Take care of yourself," I sent her my thoughts, and she answered me immediately.

  "I always take care of myself, get out of my head!" - I heard an answer after a while.

  Gabriel looked at me without understanding why a smile appeared on my usually sad face. I never told them, and they didn't think I could talk telepathically to Lisa. Of course, it wouldn't be strange if she was an angel, but she was only one with the Nephilim. She belonged to a family that came from a good friend of mine, which is why I took care of them for centuries, and even helped them to get rid of the darkness, soothe their suffering. Unfortunately, I could not have total control over what would happen to them. Sometimes there were people who did not want my help and chose evil.

  - We have to go back - said Gabriel and I just nodded my head. Today I couldn't do anything for her anyway.

  Lisa

  Santos looked lovely in his school sportswear, I couldn't help but laugh, which he obviously heard, because we were the only ones on the field. He clenched his fists angrily, but said nothing. Not knowing why I was the only one at school not afraid of him, I didn't really believe he could do anything to me. I'll tell you more, his attempts to make me afraid made me laugh even more.

  It seems to me that he appreciates the way I treat him, of course he won't admit it, but every dangerous boy deep inside dreams about friends who will be able to tell him straight to his face that he is behaving like an idiot. At that particular moment, he did not behave like that, but he looked like a clown. I took out my cell phone and quickly took his picture. He didn't like it very much and wanted to take my fun away from me, but to get his hands on my phone he had to catch up with me and you should know that there was no one at school who was better at running than me.

  I ran and sank into a feeling of a pleasant cut-off, the wind gently blew my hair away and I felt like I was flying. I felt someone's hands on my hips, and the next moment I was lying on the grass and looking into Santos' dark eyes. Our faces were maybe five centimeters apart, he looked at me surprised, and after a while he smiled spitefully.

  - You are not as good as you thought you were.

  - I could beat you at any time.

  - Only not now?

  He was smart, but he was not the only one with his tricks. I lifted my hips up and with a neat move I knocked him to the ground. Now I was lying on top of him and although I couldn't block him well, I suspected that he would not resist.

  - Lisa? - I heard Alex's astonished voice and immediately rolled to the ground.

  I did not move, I was just looking at the sky. I could look at everything but not at Alex, of course he was a dear friend, but his fault was pushing his nose where it wasn't necessary. After a short while, my friend's head covered my view of the white clouds, his mouth was clenched, and that did not bode well. Seeing no other way out, I sat down and realized that this traitor Santos, ran away and was left alone with an annoyed Alex. The boy helped me get up. But he didn't say anything that made me feel like a small child who had done something.

  - I won't judge you. - It was something new. - I'm just asking you to watch out for him. You are very important to me, I treat you like a sister and I do not want him to hurt you.

  - I am not looking for a boyfriend - I threw up briefly and started walking towards the school building.

  - Maybe you should," he said, "stopping me.

  - Alex, I don't want to t
alk about it, you know why I don't get into relationships.

  - Liss, nobody would mind.

  - I do not want to go through this again!

  I looked at his sad face and felt tears in my eyes. I couldn't stay with him any longer, I ran to the changing room where all my barriers broke. I started to cry and could not stop it. I had a hysterical attack and started to have difficulty getting air. My childhood nightmare, weakness and inability to control myself returned. I hated it.

  Santos

  I heard her crying. I wanted to help her, but could not. At that moment I needed help myself, the darkness was calling me.

  I grabbed the edge of the cupboard more firmly and closed my eyes. The picture was blurred, the reality was moving away, and I could not stop it. I heard laughter, they are always amused by my resistance, they cannot understand that I do not want to be like them.

  "Santosie, you're one of us" - a rough voice broke into my thoughts and knocked me to my knees. I started screaming, or maybe it was just what I thought, I wasn't sure of anything. I was losing my strength, I will give up in a moment and they will pull out their slippery tentacles for me.

  I felt a burning pain, but coming from the real world. I opened my eyes and saw Alex, who apparently slapped me.

  - I'm sorry, but you had an attack and I didn't know what to do.

  - Thank you," I said, refraining from making a malicious comment, which pressed against my tongue.

  I was massaging my cheek when I noticed how Alex's eyes narrowed and carefully analyzed my face.

  - Lisa had such attacks in her childhood - he said after a while, and seeing my shocked face he added: - I think she felt when the attack came, because before that she always cried a lot and did not want to talk to anyone. I was afraid for her and I didn't know how to help her, but apparently she managed to do it herself.

  - When was her last attack?

  - I don't know, probably at the age of seven.

  If my intuition wasn't mistaken, Lisa was just like me, and more importantly, she managed to get rid of voices. I smiled at myself and for the first time I really believed my aunt's words, Guardians City was meant for me, I was supposed to meet Lisa here.