Seraphed Page #3

I wonder from time to time what the future will bring-I sure hope this sin't our fate.

• Science fiction

								

	Was this the Seraph’s doing? As if I’d spoken it out loud, he turned around and faced me. 
His dark eyes encapsulated mine in a gaze that probably triggered the first ice-age.
“Quiet” He whispered. No, he didn’t actually say it. It was as if I heard him in my mind, his gentle yet firm speech resonating through the core of my being. Was this what they called telepathy?

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	I should have known it was a Seraph. I’d heard dozens of stories about their siren-like tactics. They lure their victim in with the appearance of a trustworthy soul and end them with a painless, quick…oh, god. I didn’t want to think about this.
	I focused my eyes on the Seraph plodding before me, leading the way to who knows where. Long tentacles as wide as my thighs protruded from his dark-skinned abdomen... 
The realization struck like a pang of lightning flashing from cloud to cloud. My mind welled up with disastrous thoughts. “A-Am I a Seraph?” I knew the Seraph before me heard that because he sneered, his laughter flaring up in my mind. Rage overwhelmed the fear within me and I frowned “Quiet” I hissed, using his own words against him. 
“I wouldn’t start acting all smart now, Aria.” The Seraph whistled, obvious annoyance in his tone, “You do know I have the ability to kill you at any given moment?”
I bit my lip to stop myself from shooting out another witticism. A metallic-tasting fluid filled my mouth; I may have bitten too hard. 
	The Seraph led me to an open-doored audi and watched as I slipped myself onto the vinyl lined seat. I sat neatly on the middle seat and frowned, watching the Seraph slide into the driver’s position. His tentacles coiled neatly around his feet, lightly tapping on the accelerator as we sped off. 
The run-down cityscape flew on either side of us as the Seraph recklessly piloted the car. I leaned over to glance at the speedometer, we were going at a breathtaking speed of 150km/h. My jaw dropped and I let out a strained exhale; anticipating my fate. I felt my pulsing heartbeat in my head, clouding out all thoughts. If he kept on speeding like this he would get us both killed. 
Seraphs aren’t immortal and I knew it all too well. 
I leaned over into the front seat, and watched in horror as the Seraph rammed his tentacles forcefully onto the accelerator. The sudden jolt of speed knocked me back brutally into my seat. “Stop it,” The Seraph’s voice resonated in my mind, “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“I’m going to get myself killed?!” I stuttered, at a loss for words, “You’re the one high-balling!” The Seraph acknowledged my complaint with another thrust of the accelerator.
The car reered forward and with it evaporated my last hope for survival.
	Rainbow lights flashed before my eyes, the sound of the strained motor died out; wa-was I in heaven? I blinked, twice, hoping to wake up from this unfortunate dream. The rainbow lights were still there though; multi coloured beams streaking across the laminated glass windows.
Slowly, the colours faded into radiant white light that shone as bright as a beacon. The Seraph in the driver’s seat scoffed, as if he saw this kind of scenery everyday. 
	His speech clamped around me like a vice, “Get out.”
I obeyed. Slowly reaching out and pulling the cold, metallic handle towards me. The door creaked open and a spasm of light invaded the vehicle. It took a few short moments for my eyes to adjust to the outside light and understand what was going on.
The sun shone brightly upon a bleak landscape, radiant beams blocking out the clouds above. Buildings stood centered on the horizon, a tell-tale sign of civilization. But these monuments were unlike any I’d ever seen before; twisted metal-work and steel framing flourished among sheets of a clear glass-like medium. Spinned caterpillars standing tall on the barren landscape. 
	I felt a presence to the right of me and looked up. The Seraph stood there, his tentacles shining golden in the warm rays. I bet he could feel my gaze upon him because he turned to face me, a warm uncharacteristic smile radiated from his being.
The Seraph crossed his tentacles over his chest, “We have arrived.”
We slowly plodded along through the arid vegetation, sweat pooled from my forehead. 
“Couldn’t we have taken the audi?”
	The Seraph let out a gruff “Human mechanics don’t work inside of Guadalma.”
“Gua-da-what now?” Confusion fluttered inside of me. I’d never heard of a place called Guadalma before. 
Instead of answering my question the Seraph prodded my lower back lightly with his tentacled arm. “Shut up and walk.” I guess he wasn’t in the mood for questions. 
Despite his sharp, uneasy breath whipping against my shoulder, I felt at home. More than I ever did in New York. Even though I had been born and raised there, I had never truly felt a sense of belonging. My heart longed for something more, a sense of adventure, a new awakening. None of which I had ever achieved. But maybe this was my chance; a new world opening up its gates for me, a once in a life-time opportunity. 
Now, the question was, was I really ready to risk my life for a chance. Did I really have a choice?
My brain-flooding thoughts subsided and I came into awareness of the imposing building that loomed before us. Storey after storey of bleak, steel-laden framing entwined with exquisite metalwork. Gargoyle-like creatures stuck-out their chilling visages from the facade; their wise, stoney eyes left a mark deep within me. Damp stone steps led up to the establishment, each one met the two foot mark easily. 
It was as if this whole city was built for giants. Or Seraphs.
We climbed the stairs with an alarming speed, my quads ached miserably by the time we arrived on the doorstep. “Why so rushed?” I grumbled, out of breath. “Why so slow?” The Seraph grinned in my direction, showcasing his needle-like teeth. 
	“Can you not? Just talk to me like a normal person!” I hated it when the Seraph communicated that way, it left my head buzzing with after-thoughts. 
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m not a normal person.” The Seraph’s whisper pulsed in my brain. Would I ever get used to this? 
“Sure you will, it just takes a while.” 
Neat, so he could hear my thoughts too? 
“Only the ones subconsciously directed to me.”
I’d like a definition of that.
“Seraphs may communicate by telepathy when and only when the victim’s thoughts are directed towards them, both in an obvious and subconscious manner.” The Seraph grinned “Paragraph 5 of the Seraph etiquette handbook.”
	The victim? I didn’t like the sound of that. 
I crossed my arms, “Don’t you want to add something?”
“What do you want me to say?”
Obviously he hadn’t heard me. Maybe I’d found a way around this telepathy thing…
Sighing, I looked around, the scenery had changed. An immense entranceway embellished with colourful stained glass bloomed from the ceiling above. A figure somewhat like Christ but with tentacles was pinned on the oaken walls. The building I was in could be none other than a religious site, something like a church in the human world. 

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