Gage Park, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America- Earth, 8:09 P.M, September 9th, 2017 A.D.
Run. My gut practically screamed at my legs to move. I couldn’t. My feet were nailed to the ground as an icy chill spread through my bones.
“There you are, Selena,” his voice sounded raspy and taunting. His hand moved to my hair and he stroked it lightly. “So this is the famous heir of the so-called Moonwalkers, eh? Pretty pathetic if you ask me.”
The only thing I could do was gulp. My hands began to shake. I didn’t know how to defend myself yet. I hadn’t unlocked my abilities.
“You know, with the way you’re cowering in fear I’m assuming you’re not as powerful as your dad, that disgusting leader of yours.”
That sent me into a frenzy. I clawed at his face and started kicking him in the shin.
He stood there with an eyebrow raised and then he laughed.
“Allow me to show you how a true fallen angel fights.” Before I could shield my face, his fist connected with my nose and I stumbled out of his grasp and onto the ground. Tendrils of my dark brown hair blew into my face, sweat making it stick to my temples.
Blood spilled out from my nostrils onto my upper lip. I panted slightly but willed my dignity to stay intact, to not embarrass myself any further by crying out in pain.
“Was that not enough?” he questioned, and I started crawling backward away from him.
He walked very slowly, knowing that he would catch me anyway, towards me. My hands groaned at the pebbles scratching at my skin but I swallowed any sounds fighting their way out of my throat.
Then, there’s a blur of blue and black and the fallen angel is sent flying into a car 10 feet away from me. My eyes widen in shock, but then I make out the figure who stands where the fallen angel used to.
“Selena, ¿estás bien?” my Apá’s soothing voice carried out to me and I relaxed, my muscles aching. I nodded and he reached me in two swift strides, pulling me up with ease.
“Stay here,” he warned softly. Before I could respond, his black wings tinged with blue carried him over to where the other fallen angel laid on the asphalt, gasping for air.
“Who sent you?” my father asked him in a menacing tone.
The fallen angel spit at his feet in response. “I wouldn’t tell you, Pulán.”
Apá’s face morphed into one of pure hatred and he grabbed the fallen angel from the neck, lifting him into the air.
The fallen angel started grasping weakly at his hands, his legs flailing in the air.
“I won’t ask again,” my Apá warned, his hands tightening around the fallen angel’s throat.
“I... Uprising... Jersey City... Sent to assassinate heir...” is what came out of the struggling man in between breaths.
Apá released him. The fallen angel fell onto the ground with a loud thump.
Apá approached me, gently lifting my chin. “Mira, mija, I have to go stop this uprising. I may not be back in a few months.”
I shook my head. “But you can’t! What if you’re hurt? You’ll be so far away! And what about Amá?”
He grinned crookedly at me. “Your Amá will stay with you here, to protect you. But I need to stop this. It’s my duty.”
I don’t respond. “Fine.” I turned away from him, tears springing my eyes.
“Pulán!” the fallen angel screamed, and he flew over to my Apá. I spun around. In a split second, Apá rose his hand and then lowered it quickly, sending gravity against the fallen angel. The fallen angel fell again, this time struggling to even lift his head up. Apá keeps his hand down.
“Go!” Apá shouted at me. “I’ll take care of him.”
I didn’t look back before I took off running towards my house.