Key Twenty: Reunion:
-Kit and Grace-
Grace was walking forward when she heard footsteps stop behind her. She turned to see Kit kneeling over, trembling.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. Kit looked up at her.
“I can’t,” he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked. The angel shook his head.
“We have to keep going,” Grace said. “Come on, get up.” She tried to pull Kit to his feet. His body felt so heavy. He looked at her in misery.
“Leave me,” he pleaded.
“I’m not going to do that,” she said. Pain came across Kit’s face.
“I will carry you on my back,” Grace said. “But you have to come on. We can’t stay out here in the open like this. Understood?”
“Okay,” he said in a low voice.
“Right,” she said. “Give me your other hand.” Kit limply gave up his other hand. The other angel tried to pull him up. But he wouldn’t budge.
“Come on,” Grace said. “You have to help me out here.”
“I’m stuck,” Kit mumbled.
“Huh?” she asked.
“Help,” he whispered. Grace looked down at his right foot. It disappeared into the sand.
“Oh no,” she said. “Did you lose your will to go on?”
“I’m so sorry,” Kit whispered. His leg sank further into the sand. Grace won’t let go.
“You have to keep going,” she said.
“Okay,” he said. His leg sank in deeper. Grace’s grip started to slip.
“Come on! Meet me halfway here!” she said. “Don’t you want to get out of the city?” Kit lifted his head.
“Get out?” he asked.
“Yes! I will show you my hometown once this is all over. But you have to keep going. This sand will drag you down once you give up the will to live. You can’t give up!” Grace shouted. Kit tightened up at her words. He grabbed onto her wrists. The other angel pulled him back with all of her might. His leg finally came out of the sinking sand. Kit laid down onto his stomach, panting.
“We can’t stay here,” Grace said over him. She crouched down onto the sand.
“Get on my back,” she said. “Don’t get dragged down again. Quickly, we don’t have time.” Kit clenched his fists and dragged himself to his feet. He climbed onto Grace’s back. She grabbed onto his legs.
“Now hang on,” she said. Kit didn’t say a word. Grace took a deep breath and started running. Everything around them became a blur.
-Harry and Tyrone-
“Where are we, man?” Tyrone asked.
“I don’t know,” Harry said. The dark-skinned angel threw back his head and groaned.
“Come on, man,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” his friend said, shrugging. Everything started to look the same. They hadn’t seen anyone else around for about a month. It didn’t help that they had a sneaking feeling of being followed.
“I don’t think we should stay here,” Tyrone whispered.
“Where are we supposed to go?” Harry asked. The men looked around the vast emptiness around them. Tyrone narrowed his eyes. A low growling filled the air.
“We just need to go,” the dark-skinned angel said. He grabbed onto Harry remaining arm and started running.
“Wait?! Where are we going?!” the other angel yelled. Tyrone didn’t respond. The growling ripped through the air. Harry looked at the sky. Pockets and holes began to appear in the clouds. He too began to hear the growling in the tears.
“How did you know?!” Harry asked.
“Haven’t you noticed the heat and static in the air?” Tyrone asked.
“No,” Harry said. Hissing joined the growling. The men started running faster.
“Where can we go?” the one-armed angel asked.
“Does it matter?” Tyrone asked. “Keep going!” The angels ran as the howling and hissing grew louder. The ground rumbled at their feet. Harry focused on Tyrone’s back. He held his breath and kept up. Meanwhile, the dark-skinned angel ran with his eyes closed.
They must have run for a long time. They only stopped when everything got quiet. Tyrone stopped in his tracks.
“I think we’re good,” he said. Tyrone opened his eyes and looked behind him. He noticed Harry looking off into the distance.
“What is it?” Tyrone asked. Harry pointed with out in the distance with Tyrone in the distance. Something or someone was running towards them. The dark-skinned angel narrowed his eyes. It looked like a person was running towards them. He stuck up his arms in the air.
“Hey!” Tyrone shouted.
Grace kept running when she saw two figures standing in the distance. One of them was flagging her down. On instinct, she ran towards them. A puzzled look came over her face.
“Tyrone? Harry?” Grace asked when she got closer. Kit lifted his head. The other two angels looked at each other.
“Grace?” Harry asked. “Kit? You’re here.”
“Yep,” Grace said. She looked around them. She frowned.
“Where are Allen and Ophelia?” she asked. Harry and Tyrone and frowned. Grace tilted her head.
“Hm, not here, huh?” she asked. “Now what?” Nobody had an answer.