Avoidables Angels
Avoidables Angels
By
Rachel Medhurst
Copyright © Rachel Medhurst 2015
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
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William’s Infiltration Part 1
Chapter One
I had been summoned by the one that created the universe. No one had ever seen him, her or it.
For hundreds of years I had been flitting around, not really doing a lot. Now, I had to face the one being that intimidated me.
It hadn’t gone as planned. My memory of our meeting had been wiped. In fact, my whole mind had only been allowed to remember parts of my existence before I landed on the dusty hard ground of the Earth.
‘Sir, are we here?’
The voice startled me. Sound didn’t…sound…the same. I turned my head to look at my fellow angel. She inhabited a human body. She had long blonde hair and sparkling eyes. A glow of light emanated around her new figure.
I held up my hand, staring at it as I flexed the muscles in my fingers.
We had watched the humans from above. We knew how their bodies worked. We saw how emotions played out but we could never imagine what it actually felt like.
‘William, this is…incredible,’ another of my friends spoke. He rubbed his short brown hair. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open.
‘It’s weird hearing my name in the English language,’ I said, blinking when my new voice echoed around me.
When I glanced beyond my group of angels, I caught sight of the trees. The green of the leaves was completely different in a physical body. The vibrant colour was a pleasure to lay my gaze on.
‘Right, we can’t spend too long here. We need to get to work.’
‘You’re handsome, William,’ Melissa said, ‘your hair is dark and your jaw…’ she reached up to run a hand along it. I shivered at the unfamiliar touch.
‘Your eyes are dark brown too, really big,’ Paul said, staring at me.
Clearing my throat, I stepped back from the intense inspection. The being that created us had asked us to take on the biggest mission in many years. The Earth had fallen into darkness and we were there to offer our light. Angels had been coming to the planet to try and help but the darkness had won the war.
‘The others said that bird song used to be beautiful,’ a short haired angel said.
I nodded, not taking in too much of what the others were saying. She was right. Animals were basically extinct. Perfects, the race that had taken over, were able to breed a very small amount of animals. Most of the Earth was made up of dry dirt. Some forests, like the one we stood in, still existed but only just. It was a miracle the human race still lived.
If I classed the way they lived as living, I wasn’t being true to myself. The race had survived for millions of years. They had thrived for a time, too. Unfortunately, greed took over and the darkness began to set in.
‘When can we get to work?’
It was good that my group was as eager as me to get started. We had a lot of work to do. Perfects were humans that considered themselves as…well, perfect. Avoidables were their opposites; defective. If someone was classed as an Avoidable, they were shunned and sent to live in a rundown part of each city.
‘Right away,’ I replied, taking a step forward.
My legs were strong. My body was vibrant. It was time to help the world again. I was only a part of the bigger plan. More angel groups had landed in other cities all across the planet. We had the same goal in mind. Infiltrate the Perfect governments and bring fairness to the Avoidables.
‘I wonder why there are no angels going into the Lower Side,’ one angel asked.
The Lower Side was the part of the city where the Avoidables lived. Avoidables were people deemed ugly, deformed or with creature cross breeding. There were even people with unusual gifts like flying, psychic powers with various abilities. ‘The Perfects are the ones that have been claimed by the darkness. They’re the ones that hold the power. If we can get them to have some compassion, then things will naturally change for the Avoidables,’ I replied.
‘I hope we can help them.’
It would be a long, hard task but I was determined to make the world a better place. ‘We’ve got to get into the government yet. That’s the first thing we need to do,’ I suggested.
We had gathered in a circle in the middle of the forest. Our senses slowly got used to the way our new bodies worked. Sunlight shone down through the trees, caressing the skin on our faces.
‘And how do we do that?’ one tall man asked.
I smiled. The movement made me feel good. An emotion that I was more used to feeling. The worry that encircled me as we had landed wasn’t something I was used to.
‘We get out of this forest for a start. Look for signs…they will tell us what we need to do.’ I glanced around the clearing, gasping when the sun shone through a gap in the trees. It was the first sign. Striding forward, I headed straight through the gap. The path wound through the woods to an entrance leading onto a road. The concrete was a complete contrast to the dirt on the ground.
‘This is where we part ways. We need to establish our own lives in Upper Side. The Perfects will get suspicious if ten new people turn up together. This is a test for us, too. We need to see if we can withstand the pressure of being human. How can we help the Avoidables if we have no idea how to relate to them?’
They nodded as they studied the towering concrete city in front of us. Brick blocks of apartments and houses were surrounded by roads and shops. In the distance, a tall clock tower marked the government compound.
‘That, my friends, will be our new home soon,’ I said, pointing towards the one place we needed to get into.
‘How will we achieve that?’ a shorter woman asked.
The corners of my lips lifted into my cheeks again. The angels were persistent. They looked to me for guidance but they would have to make their own way for a while. We couldn’t have it easy. There were lessons to be learnt and Perfects to be persuaded.
‘We forget that we’re angels and pretend to live a normal perfect life.’