Judas

Kit

Key Two: Kit:

Kit watched Grace’s back as they walked through the nothingness. Not many in their group trusted her when Harry first found her hiding in the closet while they were planning their escape. What was she doing there in the first place? Maybe this would the chance that Kit would get to the bottom of his own doubts. But how would he go around doing that?

I don’t want to sound like I’m accusing her of anything. I could just bring it up casually. But how do I start? I can’t just come out and ask her. Maybe a conversation would help.

Meanwhile, Grace glanced over her shoulder at her companion.

“Go on,” she said. “Say it.” Although surprised, Kit tried not to show it.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“You don’t trust me, don’t you?”

“No! Why would you think that?”

Grace turned around with a stern look on her face. “Look me in the eye and tell me that again.” Kit shuffled his feet as he looked down at the ground.

“Well, I have a few questions about you,” he said.

The female angel tilted her head. “Oh?”

“What were you doing in the closet back in the hotel? I mean… I can understand if you were hiding from Tate and his crew. I would do the same thing myself. What were you doing there?”

Grace lowered her gaze. “I was hiding, but not from Tate.”

“Then who you hiding from?”

“It’s rather embarrassing to say.” Grace shuddered as she began remembering her…

“Alright.”

Grace gave him a puzzled look. “What?”

“You clearly don’t want to talk about it. I won’t push you like the others would. I can tell that you don’t even want to think about it by your body language.”

“Heh. Can you read people like you do with machines?”

“Not really.”

Grace turned and began walking again. Kit followed behind. The winds hollowed in a softer tone in the middle ring, but that did little to ease the male angel. Kit’s eyes shifted left and right. His mind went back to a dreadful day in the city about three years ago. He used to live in the city with a lover. In fact, Kit called her his wife. (Angels couldn’t really marry in this bleak future.) Still, he loved her and she loved him. But one day, she was stolen from him and taken to the Tower. He couldn’t get her screams out of his nightmares.

Kit shook his head and tried to think about something else. He pressed his lips together. Maybe singing would help? Kit sang the only sang that he could remember from the past.

“/Come as you are, as you were as I want you to be, /” the angel sang to himself as he followed close behind Grace. “/As a friend, as a friend, as an known enemy. Take your time, hurry up the choice is yours, don’t be late take a rest as a friend. As an old memoria, memoria. Memoria, memoria. Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach as I want you to be. As a trend, as a friend. As an old- /”

Grace held out a boney arm.

“Shhh!” she hissed. Kit’s eyes shifted around in the dim, emptiness.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered. The female angel looked around, holding her breath. Her heart for one second before she grabbed onto Kit’s hand.

“We cannot stay here!” she hissed.

“Why? What’s going on?” the male angel asked. His guide didn’t answer. Instead, she dove into the sand with him. Kit shivered at the coarse, cold material against his skin. His eyes darted over to Grace.

What are we hiding from?

Hush! We have to stay still here until they leave.

Why? Who’s here?

The cleaners!

Kit’s heart jumped into his throat. You can’t possibly mean…

Yes! Now stop talking to me! The slightest use of powers will draw them to us.

Okay, so what do we do?

Hold long can you hold your breath?

About eight hours’ tops.

Good! Just lay still, hold your breath, and don’t use your powers! Blink if you understand me.

Grace…

Blink if you understand me!

Kit closed his eyes once and opened them. Grace tightened her grip on his hand.

Good! She pressed her open mouth against his. Kit’s eyes grew wide as his cheeks turned bright red.

W-W-What are you doing?!

Shut up, Kit! I am only going to be breathing into you for four hours until you can hold your breath on your own! Don’t ask questions, the more we talk like this, the more we’ll be spotted by the cleaners! Now shut up and trust me on this!

Kit closed his eyes as he cut the mental connection between him and Grace. They remained hidden in the sand for the next twelve hours as they listened to the ear-bleeding wails and howls of the cleaners flying through the sky.

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