“No… Nope. I can’t do this…” Glenda backed away from Dalfrey’s side, shaking her head. Fear suffocated her mind at the same time heartache poured out and pooled inside her chest. The heels of her boots squeaked against the polished floor as she spun on them and headed to the door of the children’s hospital room.
The young woman had seen a variety of heinous spells and twisted rituals, but those were nothing compared to seeing dozens of innocent children keeping transformed into immobile porcelain dolls. Their pitiful cries for their loved ones echoed loud in her head, bringing tears to the corner of her eyes. With a single arm, she shoved the door out of her way, letting it slam against the white marble wall, and stormed out.
Outside of the hospital room, Glenda stomped down the luminous white hallway. One side of the wall was made of glass that peered out into the soft blue sky dotted with white clouds. Angels could be seen flying to different parts of the city below. Fluffy white clouds made up for the foundation of the hospital and looked like swirls of cotton candy being wafted by the gentle winds. The other side of the hall was made of marble with pillars carved out every several feet between. Detailed, carved-out sculptures of little children, with and without wings, adorned the walls and around the doors.
“Glenda!” Dalfrey followed after her, “Where are you going? We have important mat-.”
“I’m going home!” Her voice, though loud and firm, choked from the burning sensation inside her nose that her tears brought, “I can’t do this. I can’t!” She said this more to herself than to the dark-haired angel who followed in close pursuit. Her arm got pulled behind her and she immediately stopped. The red-headed woman hung her head and let out a deep exhale.
“Please assign this one to someone else,” Glenda said in a soft plea. Her arm was let go and it dropped back down to her side. The sound of his leather boots scraping the marble caught her ears and she looked up to see him standing in front of her. His face was solemn yet empathetic. His dark apologetic eyes bore into hers.
“I understand how foreign this is for you. This is no ordinary demon we have ever dealt with and I would be lying if I said I didn’t have any concerns about this special case,” He told her, “Whoever is doing this is performing a type of evil magic that our archaic ways of eliminating it won’t do. It is time to demonstrate new types of good magic and miracles.”
Glenda tried to smile but her lips quivered from the fear riding inside her and her smile folded into a frown. “I don’t know if I am capable.”
“You are,” His eyes and corners of his lips lit up to encourage her, “You wouldn’t have been selected for the job if we didn’t believe in you. This is hella’ frightening as you mortals would say, but you have me and several angels to back you. Saving those children in there should be the reason to move forward, not backwards.”
Glenda let out a soft laugh at his attempt to relate with the human lingo, but her head remained swirling with fearful thoughts. However, saving those kids mattered to her more than she had realized. If there was a way to get on her bad side, that was to mess with children. She will make whoever transformed their bodies into a porcelain shell will pay. Guilt hit her stomach when she also realized how she let fear get the best of her.
“You’re right. It’s time to move forward,” She smiled hard, determination blossomed in her eyes.
“Good because you acting like a scared little girl almost made me ask for a new human,” The angel poked her in the chest and Glenda returned a slap to his arm.
“Oh, says the angel who just called all this frightening.” She barked back.
“Lieutenant Dalfrey! Lieutenant Dalfrey!”
A young male angel with dark skin and golden-brown wings came running down the hall, waving a parchment in his hand. He stops before Dalfrey to catch his breath and then snaps into soldier position with his arm bent across his chest over his heart. His appearance in age could put him in his late teens.
“News from Archangel Michael.” He placed the parchment out in front of him. Dalfrey’s eyes shot wide, and he snatched and unrolled it, all in one swift motion that could have been missed by a blink of an eye.
“Thank you. Dismissed.” He said as his eyes darted over the words. The young angel did his salute, nodded, and left. A shadow cast over Dalfrey’s tan face when he finished reading. He rolled the parchment up and straightened himself.
“I sure hope you are ready for your physics exam.” Dalfrey’s voice was grim. His eyes hardened but a flick of fear glinted and she noticed it.
“What do you mean?” Glenda’s heart skipped. Something told her this wasn’t a free pass out of getting the assignment. Putting the parchment into her hands, the angel placed his hands on both of her shoulders.
“You’re about to know in a minute.”
Her surroundings melted into long vertical lines of blurry colors and air blew up from below, harder than usual. Dalfrey was using teleportation faster than usual. Glenda’s hair was almost up on ends. The rush of air was harsh on her eyes and she had to shut them. Then the air stopped and her feet planted on solid ground.
Glenda didn’t care where she was at. She had to know what was written in the parchment. Her fingers unrolled the parchment and there her heart stopped.
“Doctor William M. Sorant – Alchemist” Her physics teacher.
Looking up, Glenda recognized the university hallway that she would walk in to find her classroom. Out of the corner of her eye, she realized she was standing in front of the classroom door. Through the small vertical window of the door, Mr. Sorant was passing out exams. The middle-aged man with round glasses stopped at the front row and noticed her staring. He smirked and waved her in.
A large amount of evil energy brushed her senses and chills shot down her spin.
“Shit. How did I not notice before?”