War Stories


Key Seventeen: Kit:

He remembered the good times with her. There was two moments that he was happy.

They lived in now what he was convinced was the 1960′s. They weren’t rich and their relationship was frowned upon. Because she was a black woman, the couple found themselves isolated. But, he didn’t care. He looked forward to the day that he could shout about his marriage at the top of his lungs to the world. She on the other hand feared what would happen to them in the here and now.

“I don’t care about what they think,” he said. “I love you and you love me, that is all that matters.” She made his life that much better. It didn’t matter if they were rich or not. Bits and pieces of his human life started to come back to him as he put together a happy picture of married life. They had a nice house near the country. He was convinced that they were American for some reason. He couldn’t tell exactly where they were from. Their kitchen was the biggest room in the whole house. He could see the giant windows in the front of the house with their thin red curtains.

She waited for him there. Every single night he saw her in the window. No matter how crappy his night was, he cheered up when he pulled into the driveway. She could see him too.

“I’m home,” he would greet her as soon as he walked through the door.

“Welcome home,” she would reply. He wished for once that they would have dinner together at least once.

“How was your night?” she asked. He threw back his head and groaned.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” he complained. He walked over to a small table by the front door and he picked up his wedding band in a glass bowl. Their marriage had to be kept well-hidden. He wanted to shout about his love about his wife to the top of the world.

“I don’t want us to get killed,” she told him. He had no choice but to drop his shoulders and go with her. He poked his head into the kitchen.

“And how was your day?” he asked.

“Boring,” she said. “I get so lonely when you leave.” He walked up behind her and grabbed onto her.

“Well, I’m here now,” he purred in her ear. She shivered as he kissed on the neck.

“Baby, you haven’t had dinner yet,” she said. He nibbled on her earlobe. His fingers slipped down into her skirt. She let off a small gasp. So smooth, so slick.

“That’s not what I’m hungry for,” he purred. He dragged her back to their bedroom. He loved to be swallowed up her bliss. Everything about her in bed never failed to excite him. She lay underneath him, looking up at him like an innocent little kitten. He rolled off his shirt. They already know what’s coming next. Still, it never ceases to bore him. Her skin reminded him of silk and baby powder.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked.

“Of course it is,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her again. This part always made his night that much more bearable. It made him want to remember more of his life with her. How did they meet? Who pursued whom first? Who proposed? Was he her first? How long were they married? Did they have any children? How many did they have? Were they still human? Were they even still alive? Did she and him have grandchildren? What became of him and her? Did they divorce? Did he ended up widowed?

The more he thought, the more he didn’t have the pieces to the puzzle.

There was a second time too. Now that he thought about it, was she the same woman as before? It didn’t matter at the time. He saw her a someone who needed to be protected. Her giant white wings made her a target. She wasn’t allowed to go outside of the run-down hotel they made their home. He kept her in room 255. He saw to her needs to the best that he could. Seeing her face again warmed up something inside of him. Would she remember anything about herself?

“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asked as she sat on the stiff bed. She slowly shook her head.

“Here,” he said as he handed her a bottle of liquid. She looked down at the small opening.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” he said. “It’s something I found in the bar downstairs. It’s not poisonous, I think.” She took a sniff of the bottle. Her face wrinkled up into mild disgust.

“I know it’s not the best,” he said. “You don’t have to have it right now, if you don’t want.” She held the bottle in her lap.

“If you need anything else, just let me know,” he said. She didn’t look up from her bottle. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He wanted to say something, but closed his mouth. Why ruin this moment? Before, he had to fend for himself. He lost his wings a long time ago. He didn’t remember when he was a human or how he got here. After he lost his wings, he hid from the hunter dogs. He lay still in the mud and used abandoned buildings as cover. She somehow made this hotel much more bearable.

He wished that his days could go on forever like this. But unlike when he was human, he remembered what happened to her. Reliving that day made his heart ache.

He couldn’t remember the exact day, but it was raining that morning. He was supposed to go on a quick hunt for supplies. She insisted on coming with him.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said. She cuddled up against his arm.

“But I am so bored,” she said. “I’m so tired of just sitting around in that hotel room all day. Please let me come with you?” He sighed and rolled back his shoulders.

“Fine,” he said. “How could I say no to such a face?” He probably should’ve that day. Did the monsters have come out looking for angels for their Tower? That day, the clouds became darker. She grabbed onto his arm.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Maybe we should go back,” she said, looking up at the sky. He took a look at the clouds himself.

“We can do this really quick and hide until it passes over,” he said. He tried to sound brave, but his tone wasn’t so convincing. She trembled at his side. They probably should’ve looked behind them as they walked. They had only gotten to the sixth circle before the storm grew worse. He squeezed her hand as tightly as he could. The walk couldn’t have lasted long, six minutes top.

By the time he turned around, she was gone. The last time he saw her was her feet dangling in the blackened clouds as she disappeared view. He couldn’t fly up and get her back. The sand seemed to sprout hands and pull him to the ground. He could barely hear her screaming out to him. When she disappeared appeared, the clouds lightened up to the dim gray sky.

Hot tears spilled from his eyes.

He awoke to see Grace sitting in front of him.

“Gah!” he said.

“You slept well?” she asked. He stared blankly at her.

“Hm?” he asked. Grace tilted her head.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked. He shook his head.

“Yeah,” he lied. “Where are we going to go now?” He leapt to his feet and began walking further west. Grace stared at him with a tinge of worry turning in her heart.

“Which way are we supposed to be going?” he shouted up ahead.

“Oh, hang on!” Grace yelled. She raced to catch up with her companion.

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