War Stories

Harry

Key Three: Harry:

Was it possible for angels to remember their human lives?

Harry begins to wonder this as he and Tyrone wandered further into the city. He froze when lights flashed his eyes.

There was a pier. Or maybe it was boardwalk. He couldn’t tell through all of that red in the vision. He could hear the seagulls in the distance. The red seemed to overpower the blue in the sky.

“Harry?” a voice asked. “Harry? Harry?!” The one-armed angel turned his head. Tyrone tilted his head.

“You okay, man?” the dark-skinned angel asked. Harry stared at him at first before he slowly nodded.

“Uh… yeah…” the angel said. “Say, Ty.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

Harry shook his head. “It’s nothing. I think I’m losing my mind out here.” He looked around at the vast emptiness of the city. What did he just see?

“Where are we?” Harry asked.

“No clue,” Tyrone said. The one-armed angel could hear howling around them. He was used to the screaming. They all were at this point.

But this time, he heard something else.

A woman laughed. Not a laugh of mockery, she seemed really happy. Harry tried to see her face. He could only see her smiling. She said something to him. The angel couldn’t hear or understand her. He could’ve sworn that she said that she loved him.

Harry rubbed his head.

“Damn,” he mumbled.

“You okay?” Tyrone asked.

“No,” Harry said.

“Want to rest?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Let’s just keep going.” Harry rubbed his forehead. Tyrone stared at him uneasily.

“Alright,” he said. The one-armed angel has heard her voice before. Not when they were angels either.

“Ty,” Harry said.

“Yeah?” Tyrone asked.

“Can you remember when you were human?” the pale angel asked. His friend gave him a confused stare.

“Why?” he asked. Harry shook his head.

“How long have we been out here?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Tyrone said. His friend leaned against his body.

“I just think I’m going crazy out here,” Harry said. “I keep seeing things. Have we ever seen a beach before in our lives?”

“A beach?” the dark-skinned angel asked. His friend nodded. He rubbed his forehead as more memories flooded his head. Only, they weren’t happiness at a pier or beach.

He could smell blood.

Gun fire ripped through the air. Harry could see himself on the battlefield. He didn’t want to be there. His division was supposed to be cannon fodder for a problem that was supposed to be a “little battle”. Just fight and come back into Heaven.

They all fell for such a lie.

It didn’t stop with one battle. Harry lost count of how many battles were fought before he fell to the Fallen City. When did that happen? Remembering made his head hurt.

“Harry?” Tyrone asked. His voice sounded so distant. Harry saw himself with a gun strapped to his back. The Dark Order hid something about this war. They swore it would be over in six days. That turned into six weeks. Twelve weeks. Three months. Six months. One year. Two years. Three years. Six years. They didn’t know anymore. But, Harry saw the writing on the wall.

“Ty,” Harry said in a low voice.

“What?” his friend asked. Harry looked him in the eye.

“We were in a war before we came here. Do you remember that?” he said. The dark-skinned angel frowned.

“A war?” he asked. “What do you mean?” Harry took him by the cheeks.

“Try to think back,” he said. “I was there. The Dark Order lied to us.”

“Dark Order? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. You have to try and remember. I don’t and I can’t stop it.” As Harry spoke, more images flashed in his head. He could remember the sun on that day. Was it that blood red ever? He shook his head to himself.

“There was a war,” he said again. Tyrone slowly nodded.

“Okay,” he said. “I believe you. There was a war. Who were you fighting?” Harry shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Where was this war?”

“I don’t remember.” Harry’s body trembled before he collapsed over his shoulder. Tyrone was quick to push him back up.

“Whoa, easy there, man!” he said. When the one-armed angel looked up, he looked so pale with his face covered in sweat.

“Dude,” Tyrone said. “Stay with me, bro.” Harry’s vision began to blur as two opposing images formed in his head.

He found himself back at the boardwalk again. The bright red overwhelmed his senses. This time, there was a woman at the end of the pier connected to the boardwalk. Her dress was as red as everything else. She appeared to be waiting for him. (Or, at least he thought it was him.) Were they supposed to meet and for what purpose?

There were people talking. One of them was his voice, to him. Harry couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he took a guess.

“Waiting long?” he asked. The faceless woman shook her head.

“Shall we get going?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” the woman said. They began their walk down the pier.

His mind flashed back onto the battlefield. Explosions went off around his head. Someone was yelling to get down. The flashes made his eyes sting. Harry could hear something above his head. When he looked up, the sky became a rush of red. The smell of gun powder and blood made his stomach turn. Harry had never been a soldier. The Dark Order forced him into that role. They put him in the lowest rank of the army. Heaven believed this would be a short war.

But somehow, someone gave the enemy a tip and gave them the advantage.

“Harry! Harry! Harry!” he heard back in real life. The one-armed angel only came back when someone grabbed him on his boney shoulder. He jumped and turned. Tyrone stared at him.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” Harry pleaded.

“I think we should take a rest,” the dark-skinned angel. “All of this wandering is getting to you.” Harry shook his head.

“No, it’s not our wandering,” he said. “I don’t know what it is.”

“I still think we need to rest,” Tyrone insisted. Harry looked around at the vast emptiness.

“Are you sure that it’s safe to do that out here?” he asked. “I remember that there’s a small town nearby us. We might be able to see it when the ebbs.” Tyrone raised his eyebrow.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, look up,” Harry said, pointing up behind them. His friend turned to see a tall, wooden pole standing in the middle of nowhere. He noticed a whitish-blue tie at the top of the pole.

“Around seven, the sand will blow away and reveal the top,” Harry added.

“Think you can hold out that long?” Tyrone asked.

“Maybe we can sit down,” his friend said.

“Good idea,” the dark-skinned angel said. They walked over to a sand ditch and sat down in it. Harry rested his head on the ground.

“This feels nice,” he murmured.

“I’ll be right here with you,” Tyrone said. “You just lie there and go to sleep.” Harry closed his eyes and started dozing off. His head felt much calmer now.

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