Wind Kill The Rain

The night Molly was killed, she discovered another world which lead her into many surprises, like meeting drop dead gorgeous Carl, an angel from Heaven. But when she meets Dean, a secretive, handsome being also in Heaven, she is torn between the two, even if she doesn't show it. Then Dean shares his secret with her. After Molly's reactions, she realises that part of the war between Heaven & Hell is her fault. Who will take victory over their enemy?


9. Chapter Eight


  I turn the key in the lock and enter my cottage. It’s only half an hour before I’m supposed to meet Carl. I fling my rucksack on the floor of my bedroom and rush to the bathroom. I quickly top up on my thick shadowy kohl eye liner, using the new pencil I bought from the most extraordinary beauty shop in town (about 5 minutes ago). I raid the chest of drawers, seeking out another The Deadly piece, a white hoodie with a black and white photo of them printed onto it. I also choose another simple pair of black jeans to go with it.


  Just before I leave the house, I check in the wall length mirror by the stairs, making sure that my hair is brushed and my eye liner isn’t too smudgy. I roughly pull on my white sneakers and shut the door to my cottage behind me.


  No car is waiting for me when I finally get outside. I frown slightly as a boy with dark brown hair stares at me from across the road. I open my mouth to call to him but he’s gone. Vanished. Carl said that he’d be rehearsing at The Black Angels Stage or something on Arrow Street.

“It’s more like an alley,” Carl had said to me. “Watch out or you might miss it.”


  I start down the road with Arrow Street engraved into my mind. I stare up at the sky. From Heaven, there is more sky, pastel blue sky. I guess Heaven is another dimension or something ridiculous like that.

“Watch out!” A voice like alarm bells startles me.


  I land on the rocky pavement, my legs out straight in front of me, pale hands holding my arms. I look at my shoes, surprised to find them covered in black. Then I glance back up at the hands.

“Carl?” I groan.

“Woah, you must have hit your head pretty hard.” The voice is unfamiliar, not Carl.

“What?!” I’m being lifted to my feet.


  Two hands take my shoulders and spin me round, we’re face to face. It’s the boy I saw moments ago. Dark brown hair, sort of greasy looking, falls into a fringe that hangs just above his grey eyes. Not gold. His pastel red lips form a concerned look.

“What happen...”

“You weren’t looking where you were going. There was a puddle of oil by the Laundrettes parking. You slipped, basically.” He answers.

“Oh. Thanks for catching me. I’m Molly, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Dean. Where are you heading Molly?”

 “Your eyes... they’re grey, not gold.” I whisper.


  Dean lets go of my shoulders, dropping his arms to his side, eyes down. He glances back at me a minute later.

“I’m new. Apparently I need to find my guardian angel. Kyle, Carl...”

“Carl. He’s my guardian angel too. In fact, I was just on my way to find him. Arrow Street, The Black Angels Stage. He’s doing band practise, I sort of invited myself along.” I say.

“Ah. Maybe you can help me then, since I need to find him too.” Dean replies.

“Just to let you know, I’m not a giver. I need something in return.” I smile.

“Well, your gift in return, is what happened a few minutes ago. I pulled you out of the oil.”

“I thought you caught me but, gift accepted anyway.”


  We walk at a steady pace, walking towards the college. I swear Carl said it was near the college and is easy to miss. The conversations between me and Dean don’t last very long. We talk about Carl for a bit, then decide to focus on finding Arrow Street.


  A few minutes later, I begin to catch the faint sound of heavy music. Then loud voices.

“We must be nearly there.” I say.

“Yeah...” Dean trails off.


  We watch a couple stagger out of a metal door on the side of a charcoal building at least 10 metres away from us. I frown at the small building. I knew it wasn’t going to be a big stage but this small?! How come Carl was acting like a celeb then?


  As I begin to make my way towards the door, Dean catches my hand. His touch makes my temperature rise almost immediately. Beads of sweat begin to trickle down my forehead. I swat them away with my free hand. Dean slowly releases my hand.

“Careful.” he says.

“Come with me.”


  My fingers close around his again. We start towards the building. It’s either a club, a pub or the stage. By the time we’ve reached the door, my guesses have been eliminated. A sign nailed to the door in an awkward position confirms that it is the stage. I nudge the door open with the end of my shoe. And there he is. Beautiful, striking Carl, tuning his midnight black electric guitar. My gaze is disrupted by a tall, slender, female figure. Her blonde hair streaked with oil black highlights hangs in a bushy ponytail on the side of her head. Her white clothes are fiercely ripped and hang coolly on her body. The flash of gleaming white teeth tells me that the figure is Gwen. She saunters over to Carl and grabs the collar of his top, pulling him into a desperate kiss. I stand like a statue, watching the embrace until a young man holding a coke can blocks my view.

“Watcha doing here?” he asks.

“Umm... I’m Molly. Carl said I could see him practice.”

“He’s uh, a little busy.”

“I can see that.”

There was a long pause as the man drank from his tin. Once he had finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Kid, I don’t think you should be hanging around here why don’t you get on home.”

“Right. Sure. I’m sorry. I’ll uh...get going then.” I stammered.


  The metal door swung back into place as soon as my back was turned. Dean raised his eyebrows and I smiled. I gave the door a last glance before starting towards Dean.

“So... I’m pretty messed up now.” he said as I reached him.

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Carl was supposed to show me to my new place but I guess that’s not gonna happen now.”

“Well, I have a spare bedroom. You’re welcome to stay round mine until he’s... got some spare time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. I’m sure. Carl will probably visit in the morning to take me to college so he could give you a ride too, and show you your new house.”

Dean replied to me with a smile.



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