The Stupidest Angel Chapter 20

Chapter 20WINGING ITThe apotheosis had undefendable six envelopes of powdered hot-chocolate mix and mountainpicked aside either the minimarshm whollyows. They trap them in these little prisons with the brown powder. You must free them to put them in the cup, the angel explained, tearing open a nonher packet, pouring the contents into a bowl, filling up the little marshmallows, and dropping them into his mug.Kill him while hes counting the marshmallows, express the bank clerk. Hes a mutant. No angel could be that stupid. Kill him, you crazy bitch, hes the enemy.Nuh-uh, verbalize Raziel, into his marshmallow foam.Molly looked at him over the rim of her mug. By the candlelight in the kitchen, he certainly was a striking fellow those sharp features, the lineless face, the hair, and directly the chocolate-marshmallow mustache. Not to mention the intermittent glowing in the glum, which had been helpful when she was aspect for nigh matches to light the candles.You can clea r a line the voice in my boss? she asked.Yes. And in my mountain pass.Im non religious, Molly verbalise. Under the table, she held the tashi with her free hand, its blade resting crosswise her b be thighs.Oh, me either, state the angel.I mean, Im not religious, so why are you here?Lunatics. Were attracted to them. It has something to do with the mechanics of faith. I dont really understand it. Do you confound any more? He held up the empty burnt umber envelope. His mug was overflowing with melted marshmallow foam.No, thats the whole box. So youre attracted to me because Im loony and entrust call up anything?Yes, I think so. And because no hotshot will believe you. So theres no violation of faith.Right. and you are attractive in other ways, too, added the angel quickly, as if some whizz(a) had suddenly smacked him in the head with a sock full of sight skills. I ilk your marque and those.My breasts? It wasnt the offshoot time that some wiz had said that sort of thing to her, only it was the first time it had come 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. Everyone was changed after you happened.Me?Man. Mankind. Women. You. Before we were all one kind. But then you happened, and we were divided up and given parts. Some got those, others got other things. I dont know why.So you call for parts?Would you like to see? move? Molly asked. She actually wouldnt mind seeing his wings, if he had them.No, we all have those. I mean my special parts. Would you like to see? He stood and reached vote out the front 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 keep overtaking into his seat.Okay, then. I should go. I have to check on the miracle and then go home.The miracle?A Christmas miracle Thats why I m here. Oh look, you have a lettuce on one of them»He has the attention span of a hummingbird, the Narrator hissed Put him out of his misery The angel was pointing to the jagged basketball team-inch scar above Mollys left breast, the one shed gotten when a stunt went wrong while filming Mechanized conclusion Warrior Babe VII. The injury that had gotten her fired, the scar that had ended her career as a B-movie action heroine.Does it hurt? asked the angelNot anymore, Molly said cigarette I refer?It wasnt the first time that someone had asked, but well, you know. Okay, she said.His fingers were spacious and fine, his fingernails a little too long for a guy, she thought, but his touch was warm and radiated from her breast through her whole bodyWhen he soaked his hand away, he said, Better?She touched 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 eyeball.You complete shit bag of sentimen tal saccharine, said the NarratorThank you, Molly said, with a hint of a sniffle I didnt know you could »Im good 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 worked»Molly led him through the sustainment room to the front portal. 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 alike(p) 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 tail end 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, cardinal eyes shining orange back there in the dark.She picked up a candle from the table and moved toward the window until the shadow cast shadows of its own. It was some kind of animal, hanging from the shutter 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 throwting back on my meds tomorrow, if I have to borrow the money from Lena»Not so fast, said the Narrator. Itll be so lonely in here when Im gone. And youll be back to eroding 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 right 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 tenseness?Im going out there, Theo Crowe said, finding a grip on the Christmas tree.He dumb has one bullet, said Tucker Case.They are going to blowlamp the place. Ive got to get out there.To do what? You going to take their matches away?Lena took Theo by the arm. Theo, theyll neer get a fire started in this rain and wind. Dont go out there. Ben didnt call it two steps.If I can get to an SUV, I can start running over people, Theo said. Val gave me the backbones to her Range Rover.Well, thats not going to work, said Tuck. Theres a bunch of them. You might get some of the fatigued ones, but the rest will just run into the woods where you cant get to them.Fine. Suggestions? This place will burn 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, maybe the rest of us can make a subvert for the parking lot. They cant get all of us.Fine, Theo said. Divide people up into groups of five and six. Give the strongest member of each group the key to an SUV. Make sure everyone knows where theyre going once they get out the doo r. When you hear the horn on the Range Rover play Shave and a Hair caterpillar track, 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. accordingly 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 made his way up the Christmas tree. Tuck watched him jump on out on the roof, then turned to the others. Okay, you g uys 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 usable lighter. The undead stood around him, looking at the pile of gasoline-sodden debris theyd piled against the side of the chapel.I love barbecue, said Arthur Tannbeau. Every Sunday out at the ranch, we apply to »Only in California could one refer to a citrous fruit farm as a ranch, interrupted Malcolm Cowley. As if you and the yahoos would all go out on horseback 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 filthy 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 tasty 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 Jimmy Antalvo. Its dark. I cant see shit.As they hasten down the side of the chapel toward the front, they saw a dark shadow slide off the side of the roof to the ground.