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from?” I muttered as I stared suspiciously at it. As I
got closer, I realized the black blade belonged to an angelic sword, the hilt
mirroring the black one in my boot. “ Are you missing a sword ?” I asked Michael,
wishing I had better night vision as I tried to find its owner – someone had to
have put it there.
    “ Only the ones taken by the cherubim, I
believe, ” Michael responded. “ Why ?”
    “ Because there’s one in the middle of
the tracks, and it wasn’t there before ,” I responded, ready to step over
the steel rail. Before I could, Michael was beside me.
    “Don’t!” he bellowed at me, stopping me in
my tracks.
    I lowered my foot and turned to him, my
eyebrows arched. “I don’t think it will make me the king of England,” I told
him.
    “Stay back,” Michael instructed me.
    I was about to move away when a blur shot
past me, knocking me face first to the ground – I only just managed to put my
hands out to stop me face-planting. I rolled over, unable to stop myself from crying
out in pain as the sharp ballast bit into my bare skin, the large chunks of
sharp stone drawing blood.
    When I looked back to Michael, he was
between the tracks, in front of the sword, on his knees and doubled over. I
blinked, trying to work out how he had gotten in there when I noticed the man
stood over him, obscured by the shadows. I didn’t recognize him. He was a tall,
white male who was possibly in his mid-fifties – certainly not young enough to
be moving as fast as he had. Given the fact that he had managed to get the jump
on both Michael and myself, he had to be one of the Fallen.
    “As far as trespassers go, you’re the last
person I ever expected here,” the man said, looking genuinely surprised to see
Michael there. His expression turned smug. “I’ve been waiting millennia to do
this,” he declared. “I guess this is my lucky night.”
    “Do what?” I demanded, my eyes switching
between him and Michael.
    The man gestured to Michael. “Kill this
archangel, of course.”
    For some reason Michael was still on the
ground. “Michael, get up,” I hissed.
    “It’s going to take him a while before he
can do that,” the man informed me.
    “Who are you?” I asked, wondering how long
‘a while’ was.
    As if he could hear what I was thinking,
the man laughed. “It’s going to take much longer than me telling you my name is
Valac,” he told me as I brought myself off my knees and into a crouch. “And
he’s stuck in a trap,” he added.
    “Angel, get out of here,” Michael grunted,
turning his head with effort to face me.
    I stared at him in horror: his usually
golden skin was gray and clammy, with beads of sweat lining his forehead. I
could see the pain in his eyes. Like hell I was going anywhere. “Why?” I asked Valac
instead, ignoring Michael. “What are you trying to do?”
    “Trying?” Valac laughed. “I’m fairly
confident I’m succeeding: succeeding in killing Michael. And it’s really going to hurt as he’s ripped apart.”
    My eyes widened in horror. There was no
way I was going to let that happen. “No, you’re trying ,” I corrected
him. “But you’re not going to succeed. Not while I’m here.”
    Valac rolled his eyes. “We’re going to do
this, aren’t we?” he sighed, dramatically. “Guess I’ll need this then.” He
reached down and plucked the sword from the ground beside Michael, somehow not affecting
the trap. The next thing I knew he was launching himself at me.
    I was prepared. Sort of.
    I drew my dagger, taking a couple of steps
backwards to get a firmer gripping beneath me as the dagger grew in length, so
that when he flew at me, I was ready to block the blow. I wasn’t expecting the
strength he was wielding as it sent painful vibrations reverberating down my
sword and along my arm, making the metal hilt bite into my already injured
palm. The swords sparked at the impact as the metals collided. The two blades
scraped along each other, sending a