Now before I start this chapter I'll note that it can also be found here as well. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4062199/1/G ... eformation
Please review(and make sure it's none of that update soon crap I hate so much), two reviews is depressing and Snafu and DA are only side sites for the story. FF.net is the main one. Witht that I hope whoever reads this enjoys the long(very very long)ness of chapter 6: Anna
An airport in Cleveland Ohio, like any other airport is was always busy, always crowed, and always appearing to be alive at any time day or night. This day wasn’t any different in the slightest. Those who were businessmen/women rushed to catch flights to far off conferences, family members ran as fast as they could; hampered by their own personals as they tried their damnedest not to miss their plane to visit rarely seen relatives. As well as the classic but ever so rare group of people who were on their spring brake and had all the time in the world to get where they were heading and were in no hurry of any sort to “move and grove”.
Out of the American Airline flight #29 stepped out well over two dozen people, all of them strangers to one another despite having spend the last few hours of their lives on the same airplane together. None of them wasted even the slightest bit of time to spread out knowing they would never see one another again and rushed off to their own personal destinations. As the mass of passengers began to spread out and vanish from sight only one person was left standing in her place, staring out at the impressively massive large glass windows that covered the insides of the port. Two average nothing special light brown suitcases sat next to her, filled with only a few days, three at the most, worth of cloths and money.
After a moment of staring out into space the woman shook her head slightly as if to break herself away from whatever daydream she had managed to find herself out of said daydream and after a stumble or two from jet lag began her brisk walk out of the airport, her own personals in both her hands. She was a woman in her early to mid 30s, quite naturally tall with red hair as bright as rubies that went down just long enough to touch her shoulders.
Her body while not supermodel marital had without a doubt a sense of beauty in its own right, her arms had a fairly nice amount of average thickness to them making them neither too fat nor too thin. Her hips were slender enough without being unhealthy small or massively wide, her legs were without a doubt the tallest part of her body both of them resting on two delicate but none the less cute feet, even her breasts seemed too cute in their own way, if a little on the small side.
Her choice in clothing might have been considered obsolete by many in the field of fashion and dress design; the red haired woman pulled the outfit off with a bit of style all her own. A simple light red dress went down to her knees (given her long legs that was a bit of a achievement in itself), the lower bottom of it was laced tightly within the bottom of the dress with a snow white trimming.
The sleeves of her simple cotton dress snaked down to her elbows both of which were also embraced with the same type white lacing that the bottom was. The neck was opened only slightly just enough for her to wear the only piece on her that could be even slightly considered “jewelry”: a small entirely silver made cross hung from her neck fitting snugly in-between her dress opening a good few inches above her breasts. This was a sign and testament of her Catholic faith.
Her eyes were like two simple puddles of metal dark chocolate, both brown almost midnight black in color but filled with a sympathetic warmth that seemed to reached out to anyone who might have ever been in need of a moral boost or a hug. It had been well over a decade since she had been in her home state of Ohio, or even seen her father in-law or baby sister. Anna’s mother had been a fairly strict Catholic woman named Mary, who after her first husband had died after one day being crushed by a rampant bus, had been in a sate of depression for a while; Anna herself had only been maybe 10 years old at the time when her father had been accidentally killed.
A few years latter (Anna had been about either 14 or 15) her mother had found another man, he was roughly the same age as she but that was about where the similarities ended for both of them. The man, Philip H Baker, was the head chief of police for a fairly reasonably sized town, up near the upper part of the Ohio sate, miles away from where both Anna and her mother had currently lived at the time. He was an Atheist, a lover of both the Sci Fi and Paranormal (he had constantly instated that the government of the United States had a whole division dedicated to wiping out otherworldly alien threats with men who always wore black suites), and a firm believer in stem cell research.
This was an almost complete juxtaposition when compared to her mother yet strangely enough the two had found enough of a common ground and got along relatively well. Well enough to the point where they not only started dating but quickly decided to step their relationship up to the “final frontier” so to speak. In secret each thought that they could convince the other to see their own way of thinking so to speak, but neither was ever successful in their attempts.
Their wedding had been and quick but nonetheless mushy one as nearly all of both Phil and Mary’s relatives were either dead or the closest thing to being dead, living in Florida. Anna had never resented her step father or hated him for taking her birth father’s place; she had gotten along about as well as her mother had.
That wasn’t to say that the two didn’t fight, bicker or argue from time to time because there had always been more than enough of that to go around in the household (thankfully neither of them ever resorted to violence) but for the most part, life in her new home for Anna had been quite well. She had personally been quite happy to go to a new school and have a fresh new start for herself. She had little if any friends of any sort even at church and a new town with new people and thus a new chance to make the friends she had never really had before!
Within less then a year both Anna’s mother and step father had conceived a child (for whatever reason Anna had never learned why), Anna had been excited at the prospect of becoming an older sister up till the day that her mother had gone into labor. After roughly six hours of screaming and grunting the newest member of the Silverman family had officially been brought into the world, but with a almost ironic twist of fate as if at least some form of higher power had done it on purpose just for their own amusement. The baby was almost 23 pounds and was without a doubt fat; even by baby standards she was clearly going to grow up to be obese. Anna’s mother had a personal strong dislike of fatness, among other things and the idea that a butter ball was to be her child did a good bit at unhinging her both mentally and emotionally.
Phil however was unbothered by his daughters ‘natural padding’ as he had called it, while he had never been the type of person to have some sort of fetish for fat people he was a mostly accepting person by nature and was wise enough to know to never judge a book by its cover, especially if that book was your own daughter. Anna, while she didn’t have her mother’s phobia or quite as much as her step father’s open mindedness, she instead looked at her baby sister with an expression of pity and sympathy, she felt legitimately sad for her new sister but she would still make an effort to try to have as close of a relationship with her as best she could. Other than the fatness the baby had the same black colored eyes and same shade of red hair.
Mary and Philip in the end went with the name Katharina, and after spending a few weeks in one of the local Vickson hospitals Mary, including Anna who had taken a bit of time off from school to help her mother, took the newest member of the family home with them. The years pasted by relatively quickly and Katharina the baby grew into Katharina the toddler then to Katharina the little girl. At that point she deiced to go simply by Kat, something her mother refused to call her by as well as Anna but mostly just to make sure that she didn’t do anything to get on her bad side.
To say that young Kat was a rebel was in fact quite accurate, she found Sunday’s at their local church boring (a feeling shared with her father), she spent most of her time either glued to watching the History channel (When it showed those UFO specials) or the Sci Fi channel whenever either her mother or elder sister were not home, and she found many of the stories in the Bible quite bluntly laughable and silly. The only thing both mother and youngest daughter seemed to agree on was Kat’s obesity issue.
Kat’s reason for disliking her fat however came from the fact that she not only was unable to run very fast or very far or that she was never quite able to find something to cover up her ‘jelly belly’ as she called it, but the fact that she was tormented day in and day out by the kids of the school yard for being obese, Kat was also aware at a young age that if she wasn’t able to shed her fat then that she would not be able to live the long life she was hoping for.
Aside from that one issue however both Kat and her mother got into one fight after another, although these were just squirt fighting compared to the battle that both husband and wife had. Both Phil and Mary’s opposing view points were surfacing more and more with each passing day and their marriage was becoming pushed, pulled and strained more then a wad of bubble gum in a blender.
Anna had tried her hardest to live up to her personal promise but she quickly learned that both she and Katharina shared little if anything in common. Ever attempt to become closer sisters Kat simply seemed to stubbornly push herself away from her elder sibling; however this did nothing to crush Anna’s efforts. She tried to get Kat more aware spiritually (which ended in a failure), she tried to get herself interested in some of the things Kat liked (which aside from the kiddy shows she couldn’t bring herself to fully enjoy), as well as many other sister to sister bonding experiences which simply blew up in her face one after the other.
Then, one day the proverbial straw that broke the camels back on the marriage of the Silverman’s came in five very simple words out of the piehole of young Kat. “Momma, I KNOW I’m gay.” Not think as one might have thought someone would say to their parents, but know. Kat had known from day one that she liked other women. Mary’s reaction? An explosion of anger, disbelief, refusal, and lastly rage. She was as much a tolerable woman as much as the next female but this? This was unacceptable! Mary refused to have a… a LESBIAN for a daughter! What would her church friends say? She would the talk of the whole bloody church for the love of the Lord, if it ever got out that is.
Needless to say that it took little if any time for both adults to get a divorce, to make a long and painful legal process short Mary got her first born and enough money to start a new life while Phil was able to retain his house and got to keep Kat. Both women left the state and moved down south near around where Mary had grown up, feeling that both her ex husband and ‘other’ daughter were now both dead as door nail as far as she cared. Anna felt somewhat crushed and betrayed by her sisters “coming out”. Was this the reason why she had never wanted to become close to her? For the next few years Anna lived her life out with her mother in a mostly rural area part of the country, out far away from the city and its quote “corruption”. Her mother had never bothered to remarry, feeling it was a waste of time for someone her age to do considering her ‘only’ daughter was slowly becoming a grown woman.
Anna still tried to keep in contact with her baby sister as the years went by. Writing letter after letter due to the fact that her small country home had no Internet access and phoning in was far to expensive to do. Most of them were simple things such as asking how her favorite baby sister was, if she had made any new friends (Anna made sure to leave out the word girl in front of that one), and how she was in general. Kat however didn’t fall for any of her sister’s sweet talk, keeping her replies short, simple and two the point, Anna slowly felt herself become more and more desperate, the only letter Kat had bothered to go past four sentences in was one explain how a few days past her tenth birthday she had gotten a special type of liposuction surgery that her father had saved up for penny by penny. She had also mentioned that she had kept a small pot belly of sorts on herself, saying that she had left it not for any sort of erotic turn on or anything stupid like that but because she felt that a pot belly with a relatively non fat frame made her unique.
Anna sighed at this bit of news; at least she had gotten rid of that unnecessary blubber. Although she couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to the reason of keeping that gross gut of hers on. As the written pieces of commutation continued Anna found herself trying to at least see if her sister couldn’t accept being heterosexual or bisexual even. Kat’s answer: a picture attached to the letter of either one or both of her middle fingers giving her the bird. Mary, however, despite her persisting that she was fine, had in fact breast cancer and was slowly dying because of it. Anna was unaware of this fact until it was too late; her mother’s death like anyone else’s shook Anna quite deeply and hard. Thankfully the 25 year old had a well paying enough of a job to keep the small house and paid the taxes on it as best she could. Left with only herself, her home, and the few friends she had in town, Anna spent a good amount in deep thought and mediation.
Over the past few years Anna researched lesbian history, as well as whether or not a gay person could in fact be spiritual. Much to her surprise she found many groups of people, both male and female who were gay but were just a spiritual as the next person. She had looked high and low for Christian lesbian meetings and eventually found some, a few hours outside of her home she went to constant meetings hoping to see if she could find some sort of idea or hooker to at least get her baby sister and her to agree with one another.
After spending a few years in the meetings and in fact for lack of a better word ‘hanging out’ with numerous female gays Anna knew what she had to do. She knew that she would have to say up enough cash to return back to her home state, make peace with her step father and see if she couldn’t make one last ditch effort in trying to convince her sister to lead a more spiritual life. If she refused then Anna would leave her alone for the rest of their days, something that she had a feeling Kat would no doubt jump at; however that would not stop her from making at least ONE final effort to bond to her only sister. Even if she failed she would still bother to stick around the town for a day or two, just to meet up with some old friends of hers, see how the religious buildings were, and just generally explore for the sake of exploring. Those had been the reasons why she had returned to her home state, now all she need was to rent a car and drive for about 2 hours south of Cleveland until she returned home.
However at that one moment time itself seemed to slow down around the 30 some year old Catholic woman, out amidst the sardine like crowd of people shoving to and from one another with their luggage was a young girl with strawberry reddish blond hair, making it a few shades lighter then Anna’s, two almost gem like emerald green eyes, as well as an impressive set of breasts and two puffy almost chipmunk like face cheeks which easily made her standout from the rest of the crowd of people. However with her height and overall body growth this child could not have been any older then 12 years of age at best, so the fact that she had such a developed set of milk givers at her age with out a doubt threw Anna for a loop.
Just who WAS this girl? Her face was emotionless and nigh unreadable but some part of Anna’s mind told her that this girl wanted to talk to her, to tell her something of the utmost importance. Both females were in opposite lanes of the crowd, Anna on the right and this mystery girl on the left and the closer they came to passing one another the stronger Anna’s unexplained hunch could not help but strengthen itself with each passing grain of time.
When the two finally did pass by Anna hear a peculiarly older voice come from the chipmunk faced girl. “I must speak to you, Anna Relva Silverman. It involves both your step father and your younger sister.” The tone was as soft as a pillow and the girl had in fact barley moved her own lips to say this but moment that the girl mentioned both her step father and sister Anna froze in place and whirled her head around to face the girl, nearly causing the whole group of people behind her to crash into a rush hour like mismatch of slightly bruised skin and misplaced luggage.
Ignoring the shouts, cries and curses of the now greatly annoyed strangers Anna quickly speed walked over to the puffy cheeked girl, her bags swinging back and forth like pendulums trying her best to block out the small shocks of pain that came to her arms as she shoved past stranger after stranger. Anna stopped when she was within talking distance of the girl. “How do you know my full name?” she asked, her heart pounding like a jackhammer in anticipation of the answer. “And what is it you know that involves my step father and baby sister?”
For a moment the girl did not answer her question, she glanced uncomfortably at the ground. It dawned on Anna that clearly she was both struggling how to word her answer and that this girl by her nature was not the best at the complex art of conversation. After a moment of pre planning the girl spoke. “My name is Havon. I know of you because one of my many superiors Lord told me of your existence, as for your sister and step father I feel I have no other way but to tell you the blunt truth. They are both in GRAVE danger.”
The red-haired woman’s mind was a bled of questions and confusion. What on EARTH did this child mean by her ‘superiors’? Did she work for the government; was she an agent of S.H.E. like Nick Fury? And what sort of danger could her only family members be in that a girl, possibly a agent of a special sector of the government, had to warn her about? The lived in a relatively small town, half the time you couldn’t even FIND Vickson Ohio on the map! And life wasn’t like the Simpsons or South Park; small towns NEVER attracted any real threats or dangers. But there was something peculiar about this girl, she might have been very young but she spoke with a mature, even voice. A voice of confidence and truthfulness.
“You are confused.” Havon stated factually. “I do not blame you in the slightest, before I can tell you anything else though I must show you something. We have to go someplace much more private, this place is way to public to show you what it is I'm about to show you.”
What I'm about to show you? Anna thought as the girl began to walk to an exit out of the airport. What in the name of God Almighty could that mean? She quickly hurried after Havon with luggage in toe. Her interest now intensified at least ten fold then what it had originally been.
Rose gave the girl a tired look; to say that she had experienced a rough day was an understatement. Not only had recently learned that her hometown was going to become a battleground for a war between two supernatural forces and cause god knew how much property damage and death of who knew how many innocent people but also that both she and her mother now had some sort of shape shifting ability(thanks too to the Hunt God) AND add the fact that her mother was going to start training her first thing in the morning it was enough to stress and tire out just about anyone.
Standing in front of the door way with her right hand on her reasonably sized pot belly was one of her best friends since she had first moved to the normally sized town of Vickson Ohio, Kat. Her red hair was short and boyish in style and she wore her normal outfit which conceded of different color sweatpants and most of the time a matching colored tank top. Tonight’s was dark pink sweats with an light pink top, it clashed a little with her ruby red hair but only slightly so. Her face was riddled with guilt and uneasy.
“Can I come in?” it wasn’t a command but a request.
“Sure…” Rose’s tone was deflated with exhaustion. She was not exactly in the best of moods to put up with her best friends oddness at the moment and hopped that whatever it was Kat wanted to talk about she could make it quick.
The 15 year old walked in with a casual swagger, her gut swaging left to right as she moved. She then sat her slightly plump rump down on Rose’s Queen Size single person bed. For a moment neither teenager said anything.
After a moment of silence Kat felt that she could keep quite no longer, “Rose I wanted to talk to you.”
“About how I came out as a lesbian to you when I kinda…”
“Lied to me and pretended you were straight since we first meet for over ten years?” Rose finished for her friend her tail twitched back and forth as if to mimic her other mental half’s boredom at the whole situation.
Kat gave her a guilty expression “Yep, that kinda more or less sums it up in a nut shell,” Normally the red haired lesbian was more cheerfuly, more outgoing but now she was stolid and strangely serious for her. “Look one of the things I wanted to say was that I’m sorry I wasn’t straight up to you about my sexuality for so long Rosie, you’re my best friend and you deserve better. Hell you’re my ONLY female friend for that matter! I should have told you soon, I should have ‘come out’ the day we both met and just gotten it over with! The only real reason I lied to you was, and as corny and cliché as this sounds well I was scared that if I told you you’d leave me. Sounds stupid I know but…” Her voice was now extremely close to snapping like a thin twig and her tear ducks were about to turn into thing of pumping waterworks.
Rose was slightly taken back, half of her had expected Kat to say something along those lines but the emotion in her tone had taken the she-devil teenager by surprise. Had Kat really had that much difficulty with coming clean with her?
“That’s… alright.” Rose said awkwardly as she put an orange hand on the shoulder of her best friend. “Look I honestly don’t care that your gay Kat, you didn’t run away screaming when I first learned that I wasn’t completely human and I’m not about to do the same with you, and your sexuality that is. You’re my best friend, and truth be told I didn’t really care that you lied to me for ten years considering what’s happened recently in my life.”
“By the way, how DID you get here and how on earth did you find my room?” asked Rose.
“Your Mom got both Dan and I and she broke the news to my dad, he took it surprisingly well considering what she told him. Then again you don’t become head of Police unless you have nerves of steel!” Kat had always been proud of the fact that her father had been a Police officer, the chief of Police no less! “And after that she took Dan and I here where a massive guy in this black skin tight outfit with chains and spikes and these kick ass red arm protector thingies appeared out of nowhere! He said that he was ready to start Dan’s real training when ever he was and the two left soon followed by your Mom when I told her that I wasn’t hungry. She did drop me off at your room which was nice of her.” Kat explained in a fairly casual tone, any hint at emotionally breaking had just about vanished from the red head’s face and body poster as Kat was now sitting Indian style with her hands folded neatly in her lap, only a few inches away from the reasonably sized pot belly that she was so proud of.
Rose nodded slightly, unsure of what to say next. Silence once again fell in within the room but this one had a much lighter a mood than the earlier one had.
“So… Did you ever think I was attractive?”
Kat blinked once, slightly take back by the question but suddenly blasted off into a loud peal of laughter. After almost a full minute of almost but busting giggles Kat caught her breath and wiped a tear from her cheek, her other hand cradling her gut causally as if to keep it from exploding on her from the laughter attack.
“Oh boy, you really got me with that one Rose! Put simply no I never found myself sexually or romantically drawn to you Rose because one you know as much as I do that the last thing your going to become is a swim suit model so you were never quite up to my standards pre say, and two is that your odds are the LAST person I’d ever want for a girlfriend! No offence, but your just not my type. I like my girl’s blond, busty, and hot as a Mexican pepper!”
The she devil 15 year old gave her friend a queer glance.
Kat’s face then turned a few shades almost as red as her hair, “I forgot to mention that I’m… more or less and pervert didn’t I?” she asked in an embarrassed tone of voice, as if to try to match the shade of red of her face.
Rose answered her question with a slow and stunned look on her face. Truly her friend was one of a kind, how many red haired pot bellied teenage lesbian perverts existed in the world after all? A handful at best and even then that might have been pushing it to the limits. Rose’s mind then began to wander back to all the mindless carnage and destruction and death that would quickly befall her small almost isolated hometown. All this because of the fact that an bunch of high-on-their-horses jackasses deiced that her family were planning some big evil scheme of some sorts when in reality all they wanted was to try to live out the normal escape life style the two lovers and their daughter had managed to foraged together.
“Kat,” Rose voice was now soft like the boa she had grown to love that she had wrapped around her shoulder blades and her tone was back to its near depression state. “Whatever happens to you, or Dan, or the town or whatever, I just want to say that I’m sorry.”
Now it was Kat’s turn for a queer expression. “What do you mean you’re sorry? It’s not YOUR fault that packs of zealous over religious stick-up-their-ares bastards are going to attack, it’s not YOUR fault that your parents chose the town that they did, so don’t get all mope and emo like on me Rose because NONE of this is your fault and thus you don’t have an thing to apologize to me for, well save for ever telling me Dan got kickass magical based supernatural powers of DOOM! And a badass super outfit to go with it! But that’s be sides the point now isn’t it?” With that the pot bellied teenager slugged her best friend in the left arm hard but playfully forcing the granddaughter of Death to smile slightly as she rubbed her arm madly to lessen the pain.
Kat grinned in victory, “See Rose?” she said though mid grin, “I knew I could get you to smile some!”
“Thanks Kat, I REALLY needed someone to cheer me up and I think you did just the trick, although I could have gone without my arm being punched one. And sorry about neither Dan nor I not telling you about his powers… truth be told we thought you’d be jealous or something.”
The red haired girl sniffed and rubbed her nose with her ring finger, “No prob Rose. You’re my best friend remember?” she then added mockingly, “And besides since when have I EVER been jealous of anyone in my whole life?”
“By the way, where’s your god-sister?”
“Sakura? Not honestly sure, she might be in bed most likely. But I think she said something about trying to make better friends with my cousin, though why she’d want to do that I couldn’t even being to guess.”
After spending a few more moment in each other’s company Kat said her goodbyes and left, insisting that she didn’t need any help finding her guest room. Although Rose had a feeling that most likely her mother would be helping Kat find her away before long, given the castle’s almost labyrinth like complex and architecture.
After getting herself in her Sassy Cat PJ suit (which she after many failed attempts had managed to magically increase in size so that she could once again wear it) Rose snuggled herself within her thick warm covers.
“That was a complete waste of our time,” the other metal half said in her normally blunt and tackles tone.
“Oh shut up!” Rose thought back as she let her mud brown hair crash into the thick and puffy pillows. Kat’s visit had helped in more ways then the Kat would more likely ever know. Even her mother’s early morning training didn’t seem that bad now. With that the young 15 year old she-devil slept.
Both Anna and Havon had hiked from the airport to the downtown of Cleveland and past into a small but dense forest. Though her arms were screaming and shaking in pain from having to carry her own luggage for such a long time the Catholic red head never once allowing even one small peep of sound to escape past her lips. She was more than willing to put up with whatever sort of physical pain she had to endure in order to find out that this Havon girl had to tell her, although Anna could help but question why they had to walk so much and not to mention far away. Some place where they couldn’t be overheard made sense yes but could they not have done that in some place in the city? Like an abandoned old alley way or something of the similar effect.
When the two women were roughly in the thicket of a forest deep enough that Havon stopped walking and whirled around to face her, her eyes were just as serous as before. “I deeply apologize for forcing you to walk this far without explaining myself.” Her tone was sincere and well meaning one.
“It’s all right, just tell me what is it exactly that is going to endanger the life of my sister and step father?” Anna’s voice was a blend of excitement, pleading, and fear all of them mixed into the smoothie that was her tone of voice. Enough was enough! She had waited long enough to find out what she needed to know.
Havon then shifted her head so that she was now looking at the ground, if Anna had to guess she looked to be embarrassed. “First however I must show you my true appearance.” Anna blinked and took a step back at this statement, her head swimming like a polluted pool of water. Had she heard this girl correctly? Her TRUE appearance?
Before Anna could question the peculiar and possibly not even human girl Havon softly closed her eyes, a low natural sounding hum then began to somehow buzz from the girl its melody almost hypnotic in its sweetness. A weak, golden white glow seemed to then slowly surround the strange female like she was a weapon out of Star Wars. For a moment Anna stared at Havon bugged eyed and slack jawed beyond stunned into silence at the point, the only thing she could do was stare at what was happening before her. That and taking a few steps backwards just in case something else happened.
As it turned out that was in fact the right move to make, the strange aura like glow almost instantly grew in size, strength and density only a few moments after Anna had taken her steps back now it was roaring around the young child like an wild bond fire gone mad, swirling and twisting in an dapple of different shades of white and gold. In the center of what Anna could only guess was a supernatural flame was Havon, her body unharmed, unscarred, and unburned by the intense looking flame.
The hum was still going strong and was at the same pitch that it had been before the flame came along. Anna had noticed that the maybe supernatural fire didn’t radiate any sort of warmth or heat and didn’t make the slightest bit of noise. As the moments melted together into a group or two of minutes Anna could only continue to stare in childish wonderment. Who or whatever Havon was she was CLEARLY not human, Alien, Mutant or otherwise and it was becoming clearer and clearer that she odds are didn’t work for S.H.E.I.L.D or even answered to any earth government facility for that matter.
After a few more minutes had past the ever slow moving lava lamp like celestial flame now surrounded Havon like a beam of energy from a typical UFO, Anna then noticed that Havon was in fact chanting in some bizarre unknown language that in itself seemed to have an eerier otherworldly feeling to them. The answer to what this girl was had long since crawled into the Catholic woman’s mind like a worm of the earth but Anna hoped with all her might that she was wrong. Suddenly the white golden flame like aura absorbed itself into Havon’s body in less the a moments notice and a blinding bright pure snow white light blasted forth from the young girl’s body like then energy of a detonated bomb.
Anna arm’s forced themselves to cover her closed eyes as she protected them as best she could from the all powerful and if she was right all holy light. Thankfully the blinding blast faded as quickly as it had came and Anna was able to lower her arms once more allowing herself to see the stranger girl for what she truly was.
In her hearts of hearts Anna felt hers plummet to the bottom of her guts, not out of fear but out of sheer nervousness and awe. The person who now stood before her, floating a few inches off the ground due to help from the two snow white wings that spouted from her shoulder blades and armor, was the same strawberry red haired, chipmunk cheeked, slightly underage girl that had introduced herself as Havon. However now she was decked out in medieval knight armor that was clearly designed for a female yet even though it was made of glowing supernatural otherworldly metal seemed to somehow fit itself across nearly all of Havon’s body like a skin tight jumpsuit, all of her fairly impressive muscles showed though the protective metical suit but not in a show offish format. The outfit had been made with the idea of intimidating beings not showing off how powerful someone was. A down to business and to the point came to the pure red head’s mind. On her left shoulder was a lime green cross and on her right and Star of David of the same color tone, at the left of her hip was a standard long sword sheathed and protected ready for use at a moments notice.
Anna now couldn’t help but allow her jaw to fully unhinge itself as she stammered and blathered out quite clearly: “Y-Y-You are an Angel!!”
Havon nodded, “Correct I am, and I assure you that I am a true angel unlike the human that resembles my race and takes our name for his own. Now you no doubt realize the reason why I asked you to walk this far out of your planed schedule but I apologize none the less.”
Anna bushed out a deep scarlet red that spread itself all across her face. “T-That is quite alright,” She said in a hasten tone, her body now shaking from part awe and fear. “I’d just like to finally know what it is you were sent here to tell me! But could I ask a small question first?”
Havon again nodded her head. “You may.”
“Why did your transformation to angelhood take so long?”
“This is my first time in the mortal realm, what you beings call the Universe, and it was also the first time that I was forced to don a guise of some sort as oppose to staying in my full true appearance, so logically when I would have to change back it would take a few good minutes to do so. Does that answer your question?”
Anna nodded; she had half expect the answer to be something alone those lines. Still, it was good to know the true reasoning and besides. How many people could say that they had chatted with a true blue angel!? Well, aside from the crazies and nut jobs that is.
“Is that all you have to ask me?”
“For the moment it is, yes,” To say that Anna had a million questions racing though her mind would have been a lie, a trillion was much more accurate!
“The reason I was ordered to come down to your mortal world Earth is that the town that your step father and sister live in will soon be under attack by supernatural forces and diabolical being of damnation and death beyond your wildest imagination, at the risk of sounding ice hearted the odds of either of them making it though the battle alive are slim at best.” The child like angel fighter then paused with that same uncomfortable look she had worn before a few moments ago. “However before you began to panic as you mortals are so prone to do-no offense-“
“-I would like to say that one of my high raking fellow knights noticed your relationship with your sister soon after the warning was passed.”
“What warning?” Anna found herself blurting out loud enough to interrupt the younger but more powerful and skilled girl before her.
“An extremely powerful she-devil, her daughter and her husband, the son of the Grim Reaper, have recently been rediscovered to be living amidst your town for years, corrupting innocent beings to unfathomable fates of either damnation or eternal servitude in their ever growing army, among Lord knows how many other horrors! It is because of this reason that my fellow knights of my sector have chosen to activate what we call an Alky Lai, “the day of judgment of sinners” We, being the fair and righteous beings of God’s army that we are, give them a week to raise their defenses to protect their outpost of unholy blight. After which my legion shall open itself up upon the whole of the city limits in an attempt to liberate them from Crimson Death’s and the spawn of the Reaper’s grasp. Needless to say there shall be much carnage and-”
“My family members will be right in the middle of it…” Anna muttered dazzled, scared and stunned by the truth. Now the only question was where on earth did she fit into this small scale Armageddon? Her mind was now working in overtime at easily two miles a minute. Was she supposed to try to get both Katarina and Dad out of town before the week was up? Or was Havon here for some other reason altogether? A small annoying headache was starting to take shape in the back of Anna’s skull forcing her to slowly massage her temples to try to get rid of the minor annoyance.
Havon, after awaiting a moment of social uneasiness, decided to then reveal the rest of the explanation to the mortal human adult. “The reason that I have come down to the mortal plane and told you this is because the angel who discovered your link with your sister also told me to tell you that there can be a chance to save her, you must come back to me to the mother realm so my superior officer may explain his plan to you in a much greater detail then I could ever hope to. Do you have any questions before we leave?”
Any questions? Was she truly serious? That was like asking a bird if it loved flying! She had at least a billion questions if not more floating around in her head like the mental monster like twister that it was but one question above all others now struck though her mind like a cinderblock though a pain glass window. “Why me, aren’t there other people with loved ones that live in Vickson? Aren’t there more pious or just naturally better willed people then I? Why I of all people the people in the world?”
“Because your sister has been under the influence of death and Crimson’s daughter for so long, no doubt longer then anyone in the entire city! It stands to logic that being her sister you’ll have the greatest chance at braking that link, after which we can take you sister back with us where she will then freely tell us secrets about what the Grim royal family as been planning for this past decade or so.”
Anna could only blink helplessly as she felt her mind being attacked once again by another over whelming concept. She wasn’t even that close to Katharina for starters so the idea of her trying to break some sort of mystical mumbo jumbo enchantment on her sounded, at least in her mind, completely ludicrous! Even then one had to take into account the fact that she wasn’t saint martial, nor was she pious enough or the next John of Arc if they we’re thinking of getting her to fight in this crazy battle of theirs they were sourly mistaken!
Anna inhaled and opened her mouth to recline the offer, flattering as it was when she stopped herself. She knew if she went as she was that any final attempt to connect with her precious baby sister was doom to failure but maybe just maybe if she accepted then there could just be a small chance that she could achieve her long made self oath! And besides if she was right then this child spawn could very well be the reason why her sister was never all that close to her in the first place, something that Anna would make sure to find out latter on if she could. Even then Anna wouldn’t be able to live her life with a clear as crystal water conscience knowing that her family member were in no doubt in life threatening danger and that she had passed up the only chance to save their lives. She knew what had to be done; opening her mouth once again she spoke: “I accept your offer your… Grace? I’ll do whatever it takes to save the only family I have left, I’ll happily give myself up to the greater of God’s glory if it will help me save the only living family members I have left.”
Havon gave a stiff nod in reply. “That is good to know and now let us be off.” With that both females left the woods in a blinding flash of supernatural white light that quickly went off and faded out like a firecracker.
Teleportation both from either the magical or scientific formatting was either way complex, taxing, and if one was inexperienced enough deadly. Taking apart all of one being’s set of atoms, rearranging them across any sort of distance be it to a New York ball game or just to the yard next door was never an easy task.
Magically speaking it was much more simplified if one would; still not something any dim a dozen newbie user of magic should try out on his/her own without a much more skill/experience mentor or trainer of some sort watching over them. Fortune however seemed to giggle in bemusement in Anna’s favor as Havon was thankfully more than adept in the basics of such an could-be-dangerous power and the two reappeared elsewhere in what looked like easily the hallway of some sort of medieval castle, albeit much more well lit and cleaner then anything from the period of time of which the insides of this building (if it could really be called that considering what it was apart of) was based off of.
Anna stumbled and staggered like a drunkard, no scratch that, not just any drunkard, a Homer Simpson drunkard. Her mind felt like it had just been sliced, diced and cut into subatomic particles six ways to Sunday and her lower innards felt like a garbage dump liquefied and swirled around into a smoothie like substance. In short the 30 year old Catholic woman felt like she was pinch and a half away from upchucking all of her mid flight lunch. She doubt she would have felt this bad if she had taken a 1000 flights from Ohio and… and… darn it! Now she couldn’t even remember what state she lived in! Shakily she glanced a doubled over look up at her angelic acquaintance, who seemed none the less worst for wear and in fact even seemed to be a shade or two healthier then she had looked on earth
“I wouldn’t worry about the after-sickness,” the angelic fighter said in a nonchalant tone as she waited for Anna’s body to readjust itself back to its normal functions. “It will wear off in a few minutes; I’ve had plenty of chances with teleportation magic so my body has learned to adjust itself over time eventually negating the after effects that you are going though right now.”
That was an interesting tidbit of information, Anna admitted mentally as she tried her darnest to get her barfing reflexes under control. Now she would just like something to get the hallway to stop spinning round like a record. As moments pasted around her Anna found her mind was starting to rearrange itself back into it’s natural order of thought and her body began to stumble less and in moments it had returned itself back to mostly normal, save for a small ringing in the back of her head. She then gave Havon a less then sickly look, which signaled that she was while still a little woozy able to continue with whatever it was she needed to do.
Not that she felt all that confident in herself at the moment. She was in Heaven, THE Heaven! God’s kingdom of righteousness, and here she was a mere human woman, still alive breathing in it’s celestial air like a half dead man would drink water in the desert. Her knees couldn’t help but crake together back and forth like a piece of fallen rusty metal would clang together as it fell down a collection of pipes. Even her arms and upper body quavered like a cheaply made jello substance from a hybrid of fear and almost child like wonderment. The 30 year old almost-basketball-professional-level-height woman took a small moment to calm her body down as best she could. No point in meeting beings of higher power if she was shaking like a dirt cheap whore after being paid big bucks to what she did best.
“Where are we?”
“We are located in the hallway of my legion’s prison block, I could go into detail about the structure, the fact that it is able to hold up to 1000 demon, devils, or member of my species gone renegade for whatever reason and that each cell it vastly more secure, and well made then anything mortals, human or otherwise could ever hope to accomplish.”
Taking a small look around at her surroundings for the first time since her atoms dispersing experience Anna found this to be more or less accurate. Both sides of the walls were littered neatly with somewhat old fashion prison cells, all of them spaced 3 feet between what Anna could only truly guess at was holy cement, seeing as how it did resemble it somewhat, save for the dim but still noticeable glow to it. The bars of each cell she noted, were a strange swirling and ever changing, but still solid, metal with a deep bronze shade to it. This place now that she was able to get a nice long look at it did in fact look the part of a prison, albeit more cleaner then most but still none the less foreboding.
“Might I know why you chose this place of all places to teleport us too?” Anna asked when she had finished scanning her poise but unnerving surroundings.
“The man who told my legion about your sisters relation to you would like a chance to meet you, his name is Lord Lottery, while you aren’t obliged to call him Lord or Sir I would recommend that you do so anyways just to be on the safe side.” Anna then asked about this Lottery being, what he was like, what he looked like, if he had any quirks that she should watch out for, the basic stuff.
Havon’s reply was this: Lottery was an greatly aged angel with thousands of year of experience under his belt when it came to fighting demons and devils and had this strange inmate understanding of how their minds worked and their reasoning, as if he had lived among them in his younger years. He was also wily and at times his eyes, a peculiar feeling that he hid something, but that feeling that people felt around him quickly came to past. After Havon had given Anna some background information the two walked off down a side of the hallway, with Havon of course being in the lead.
Anna tried her hardest to keep track of all the lefts and rights and turns and corners that they sped walked past but quickly found her brain being overwhelmed and quickly ceased the pointless attempt. Instead she focused her thoughts on the fact that she was but a simple human woman, not even nun potential yet here she was in Heaven. That was something she was still finding hard to grasp herself, who knew? This could all be a dream for all she knew.
And she would awaken at any moment, in her simple wooden back home with the treats of a supernatural supernova battle royal between good and evil just the ideals of novels or comics.… And yet deep down in her hearts of hearts Anna Silverman knew that this was not a dream and that her only two living relatives left were in fact a mortal danger. That alone gave her courage, at least at the current point in time, to face the dangers and dreads of battle to try to save them, and any other innocents that might be in-between the cross fire.
As these thought blanked Anna’s mind she was quite surprised when she found herself face to face with an ancient looking wrinkled covered being in a small room that looked a bit like one of the prison cells, all the walls were an almost eerie fresh snow white. A large but simple looking dark brown wood table was all that separated the well seasoned angel warrior and behind him was a simplistic looking blue door that was not any fancy sort of shade, just a simple down to earth blue.
Two similar smallish chairs were situated near the table and Lottery gestured with his right hand for Anna to take a seat. She looked back at Havon as if to ask where she would be sitting but the look on the hardened child’s face told her that she would be standing. With that both Anna and Lord Lottery sat down, the former weaving his hands together like a wicker basket.
“So, you are Anna Relva Silverman.” Lottery’s voice wasn’t soft and grandfatherly as Anna had been expecting but it sounded much younger, stronger like a voice of solid steel, yet still retaining a calm, collected, civilized manner that one might have thought someone of his appearance to have. In many ways Lord Lottery reminded Anna of Obi-Wan or any of the other numerous ‘old mentor’ archetypes that existed in literarily works of earth. He certainly looked the part what with the canon of wrinkles that covered his visible flesh and face like some sort of terminal viruses of some sort.
“Y-Yes I am sir.”
He gave the scared and unraveled woman a warm and sympathy filled smile. “I see that you are nervous, that you no doubt have a near infinite number of questions, the most prominent two of those numerous many being ‘why you?’ and ‘why not call in the help of the great ocean of abnormally powered beings, who you’re species calls super heroes, to help us when the time comes for us to labret your town from it’s sinister supernatural influence. I chose you out of the others that have ties to the town because your sister has ties to one of the heirs to one of the sectors of Underworld royalty, something that I personally feel is something too dangerous to be allowed.”
“If that vile scum starts to undermine the minds of one individual then that will just allow them the power to undermine more and more people until the entire town is under their grasp! And as for why we can not ask for the help of your super empowered heroes and heroines it is because of the Alky Lai, only the realm of corruption in question and Heaven are allow to use the forces they have, no requesting help from anyone in this universe with ‘superhuman’ power so as much help as we would no doubt need I’m afraid to say that it would be impossible to request anyone’s help but our own.”
“But then how can I help you, I don’t know the first thing about fighting! An angry sugar high three year old could odds are beat me up!”
Lottery simply smiled on, his weaved prune like hands tightening together. “You have no above human power and/or abilities do you not?” Slowly Anna nodded, she was more then aware of that. “Well there you go; since you have no ‘super’ powers of any sort we can recruit you. And besides a loophole of the Alky Lai is that it says nothing about requesting OUTside help, and I don’t mean simply asking other councils or legions for assistance I mean asking the help of other angelic beings from other universe and dimensions!”
At this Anna gave a wide breath, sucking in as much as her face would allow. The very idea of angels in other universe had never even occurred to her! Let alone asking them for help! Still, it was good to know that at least they would still have some help in combating this demonic threat.
“And as for how you can help child, well that happens to be quite simple! You see in the room behind us is a former renegade angelic bounty huntress locked tightly for betraying her kind in her home universe for the companionship of a Hellspawn, a warrior of hell. I plan to pass on most of her powers and skills to you. You’ll garner some of the basics that will help you in the coming liberation, above human strength, endurance, speed, the power of flight. And a few other things that I’ll just leave as a surprise to you to figure out on your own. ”
With that Lottery pushed back his chair with his felt and stood up. Anna quickly did the same and both she and Havon followed the higher ranking angel male to the blue door, then waiting for him to open it and the three stepped on in.
The sight that Anna saw next was one that many decades from now as she lay awake next to her beloved husband looking back and reflecting on her life, never forgot. The image forever burned into her brain like a hot jabbing piercing piece of iron. The person, for she looked quite human enough physically, could only be called a fallen angel.
Just by looking at her once Anna, wide and stun to silence for what seemed the fifth time today that the woman that was held bounded before her by her wrists and lower legs by two ever glowing bands of golden celestial energies had once been some of confidence and respected in a manner higher then any simple country leader could ever hope to gain.
Her bright orange hair while had once always been juggle like was now a tangled, unkempt, and most of all dirty limp collection of hair that seemed to be a mockery of it’s former shape, though that was not the only part of her that oozed mockery.
Her once fit and trim athletic body was now skeleton-ish, so much to the point where Anna could easily see clear as day every single one of her ribs alone with out even having to look for them. Some strange black tribal seemed to cover both her eyes in an almost mask like shape, parting only at the bridge of her nose.
And one look at the bizarre woman’s taste in clothing made Anna blush a deep dapple of pinks. She almost looked like a playboy girl with the entire wild taken out of her then a former angelic bounty hunter, her outfit was bikini styled and would have made her look slutty if not for the fact that it was made out of different collections of what looked like gold and silver metals as well as the silver armguards and interlinking solid gold chains that were attached to her arms. Her legs, the right thigh of which had to thin parallel black stripes that coiled around it like a snake, were weak and pathetic from lack of proper food and exercise to support her own body making the celestial bands around them meaningless.
Anna felt a stab of pity for this unknown woman, although she couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t have a more covering outfit on, not just for decencies sake but also because it seemed to make more sense to wear armor that protected all of your body then leaving so much of you exposed all the time.
But all of that aside one simple good examination of this woman and Anna knew that she was standing in font of a highly skilled and vastly experienced being who had been though centuries, no manila worth of battle and fights to the death, even in her unconscious state. Suddenly without warning the woman stirred back to the world of the living, small moan escaped her greatly dried and crusty lips as she gave her head strong good, solid sake allowing all of her bright orange hair to fly back and forth madly. She then opened her eyes, which were snow white, pupiless and seemed to stretch to the cutouts of her face paint.
She opened her lips in an attempt to shout what might have been a warning but her mouth sealed itself shut and only frantic, urgent muffled cries came from her once lovely lips, as they were both sealed tighter then Fort Nox.
“This traitor,” Lottery explained casually as if the former bounty huntress was still out of it. “Is named Angela, I already told you what she did so let’s get now with the passing of her powers to you shall we?” Angela. Somehow Anna felt the named suited this once great woman warrior; on anyone else it might have sounded corny. Angela the angel, Sounded like something out of a bad Saturday cartoon. But something about this strange fallen woman’s appearance seemed to just make that name work for her. Breaking forth from her train of thought Anna nodded in agreement, showing that she was ready for her chance to protect and save her family members even if it meant giving up her life on earth.
Lottery then raised his hand so that it was parallel with Angela’s body and Anna and a stream of golden flowing powers began to ebb its way out of the former Hellspawn huntress’s body and into that of Anna’s, Angela gave a somewhat loud screech of pain and Anna fought back the urge to tell Lottery to stop, she had to do this. She had to save her family!
The moment that stream touched her flesh Anna shivered as an whole horde of feelings washed over her body, some obvious to her and some of which she remained ignorant off, she felt herself become instantly more powerful, stronger and faster then any human could hope to become as well as a strange inner holy aura that seemed to now flow within her like her blood stream, another thing that she felt was this hard to describe, difficult to word although she had one word that was just on the very tip of her tongue.
Enlightenment? That was the only thing she could think of off the top of her head that accurately fit this baffling new sense. Somehow she was now able to tell the difference between mortals and angels, and subconsciously the differences between demons, devils, and angelic being as far as life energies were concerned.
After a few seconds the flow of power ceased to come from Angela’s body and the ex-huntress stopped her shrieking. Lottery turned to face the newly empowered Anna, who was still bewildered from her sudden transformation, having yet to notice the average sized wings that now jetted out from her shoulder blades.
“Havon, see to it that Miss. Silverman is settled nicely in her new room. All her luggage from the airport should be there.” Havon nodded and the two followed out the room leaving the demon in angel’s clothing and the once powerful female bounty huntress alone. With a snap of his wrinkly fingers Angela let out a loud gasp of air as if she had just resurfaced from holding her breath underwater. After a moment of gasping and sucking in as much air into her mouth she gave her captor a weak sickly glare.
“W-Why?” her voice was raspy and harsh and weak so very weak, like everything about her it taunted the now shattered confidence that Angela had been legendary for back in her home dimension.
When she had first came too the first thing that blasted though her mind was the powerful, hot searing pain of Malebolgia trusting her own impressive holy spear right though her body and Spawn’s stunned, shaken, expression of disbelief. Then as she as she felt the coldness of death slowly embrace itself around her body she also remembered the final words she had given the Spawn who had once been a man: “Don’t listen to their lies, Spawn. You always have a choice. Believe me… I know… No regrets…” And then, permanent darkness engulfed her whole.
After that had pasted though her body Angela had wondered how it was she was alive, and why she was bounded up. As the time had pasted the Violator, under his guise of Lottery, had explained everything that had happened to old Spawny boy after words. How the big grand plan of Mammon’s Hellspawn breeding program had blown up in his face. How he had gone had not only stopped Armageddon but in fact revised its effects and returned their earth to normal. And how, after putting up with so much Spawn had finally managed to gain some sort of life in the alleyways of New York City, free of Heaven and Hells interference forever.
The Violator had also explained how when Mammon had banished both he and Spawn to this universe that the Violator had not only fused with his counterpart, doubling his power, but he had somehow also become free of Malebolgia’s (who was incidentally still alive in this universe) control. As well as his plans to eventually kill him, take over the 8th sphere of Hell and crown himself King Violator: Lord and Master of the 8th sphere, as well as a few other ideas that Angela found just absurd herself and felt they would never work, then again she had never thought that someone this stupid could ever pass off as an angel either had she had been proved wrong on that account.
And while the Violator had explained this in bits and pieces when he visited her from time to time (other angels had long since learned to ignore her and thought that her ramblings about sir Lottery being a demon in disguise as just plain stupid) the thing he had never explained was why he had bothered to bring her back to life in the first place. She didn’t care much as for the method for how he had brought her back she just wanted to know WHY he did it!
Lottery gave a sinister shark like grin, the grin of his true form that he hide under a well crafted mask. “Well I figured since you where just sitting here why not pass most of your powers on to a human woman and see what happens? Besides that Anna child could make quite the interesting guinea pig if I play my cards right, next to that Goldberg boy that is.”
“N-Not what I-I meant you third rate entertainer!”
At that comment the Violator gave a small non angry sigh, unfazed by the insult.
“Simple my dear little angel. I need YOU as either a nice gambling chip or battering tool for that imbecile Spawn, unlike that suave simpleton Mammon or that meat headed “Master” Malebolgia, I’m not the type to put all my proverbial eggs in one basket! I’m not one to get so high on my horse that it will lead to my undoing; this ain’t some cheap kiddy cartoon show after all!” Angela then opened her mouth to argue but the Violator raised his right hand in a stop motion. “And before you say anything about me being so cock sure about my victory in let’s see… more or less 6 days let me just say that do you REALLY think a week is enough to get a decent defense around a town? Let alone protect all those ‘innocent’ humans living there?”
Angela said nothing; she knew the Violator had her there. “And besides even if any humans DO die I’ll be bringing them back to life when I become King over the 8th sphere. No point in ruling over an empty town without any humans in it after all!” He then looked down at his left wrist as if it had a watch on it and feigned shock in a demonic manner. “Well will ya look at the time! As much as I would LOVE to continue this simulating conversation I really must be going. I’m a busy angel after all!” With that he left the small, cramp cell will a insane crackle of laughter at his own inside joke that would have made even the Joker shiver just a bit in fear. Angela sighed, the silence spell having been placed back on her once more (not that she had anyone to talk to for that matter). She was trapped and she knew it. She was helpless and alone once more.