Angel's Tears - Prologue. Prologue - The Dream

"I bet I can go higher!"

"No you can't, I can!"

The chains connected to the old swing creaked even louder as we kicked our feet even harder. The wind rushed in my hair and over my face. When my swing went forward, I imagined wings sprouting from my back. It felt like, if I were to let go of those chains. I would fly away. I was in paradise.

"NO, DAMIEN, DONT!"

Her scream pushed me out of my dreamland, I lost my concentration and let go of the chains. My wings were gone and i was falling straight down. Did I panic? No. Why would i? The sky was my domain.

I didn't, but she did. Her blood curdling scream would have woken the dead if we had been near any.

I looked down and saw the top bar of the metal swing rushing up to meet me. At the very last second, i reached out my hand and brushed the cold metal. The swing of my arm flipped the rest of my body around and i landed in the sand on my feet.

I felt amazing, like I had just landed from a long flight and my sister was rushing to meet me. She sure was rushing to me, but for a different reason.

"By God, please be okay."

That's when my feet decided they didn't want to hold me up. She caught my arms before I collapsed and carried me over, out of the sand, and laid me down on my back.

I was about to struggle away when I noticed who else was running to meet me. The old priest was out of breath by the time he reached us. I knew from experience what would happen if i struggled now.

And so, I laid there while my sister told the old bastard what had happened. I tuned her out quickly enough. When she finished he knelt down beside me with a worried look on his face and drew a crowned cross on my forehead with his finger. Not wanting to look at the man any longer, I let my head lull to the side facing away from him.

The second swing was empty. My friends were now sitting on the gravel, watching the usual show unfolding. By the reaction evident in their eyes I was able to judge the severity of the old pricks judgment.

Then their eyes grew to the size of baseballs. I had never seen anyones eyes that big. It scared me. I slowly turned my head to see the priest hovering over me, muttering and holding a knife.

It had a wicked looking blade and he was about to plunge it deep into my chest.