Friday, July 29, 2011

#FridayFlash - Hunted

The hunt began at midnight. Lanterns in hand, hounds on leashes, they entered the old cathedral armed with faith and silver.

I watched them from the choir loft, amazed at their vehemence. So fierce in their defense. So unwilling to hear my message.

For the first time since the Great War, I was afraid.

"How can the beast hide in a place like this?" whispered the youngest member of the hunting party. He was nervous, shy, and the least willing to be here. The most likely to show me the awe I deserved.

The leader of the group spat loudly. "This hasn't been holy ground in generations. Any number of things could take up residence here."

I frowned, lingering in the shadows. Could none of them feel the power and serenity in this marvelous building? That fact shouldn't surprise me, because they didn't respond positively to my presence.

"Let's just kill it and get out of here." This from a middle-aged hunter.

No remorse in any of them. No sense of love, or acceptance, or even of wonder. They assumed anything they didn't know was an enemy.

My wings rustled as I drew my fiery sword. Yahweh would be disappointed by his project, but he could always start again. I grinned at the prospect of genocide, then leapt down amongst them.

Their screams reached the Heavens.

7 comments:

  1. The wrath of an angel. I like its silence as it listens, and the rustling as it descends. Remind me to show reverence in any kind of church, all right? Well done.

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  2. I'm not religious in the slightest but I always show reverence in a church, just because the buildings demand it of you.

    Wonderful story.

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  3. I like the feel of this piece and I love that last line, "Their screams reached the Heavens."

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  4. Ah a dark angel I loved the point of view in this piece.

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  5. YES!! I love this very much. As a christian it made me smile that a writer spoke the true name of God, instead of just calling Him God.
    I liked this as it also spoke many levels on human conditioning. If it isn't a carbon copy it must be dangerous. Who was the angel, Micheal? Gabriel? Or was it a cherob like in Genesis?

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  6. Nice! you have a talent for giving stories an unexpected twist without making them seem cliche.

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  7. I guess from the comments, most people looked at the angel as a good guy. I was thinking it was a fallen angel out for vengance...well done. This is one of my favorites from you.

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