Heaven Sent

Blue eyes, dark hair over one eye, pale skin...
Who is the mysterious boy that saved Nahla on the night of the fight?
Why is he here? For her sake? Well, Roux is no ordinary guy... Doing what he does is difficult. Not to break the law, bend the rules, to be with her... but, they can get away with it. Can't they?...


20. Roux

Seated in a lonesome pew, I slump where I sit. Tied up, tired of trying. All I know is that they are going to win. I can sense it. All the odds have turned against me on this one. Before, there was talk of limbo. Now a fate even worse may affect me! Outlawed? Crucifixion? Hell? These are just some of the punishments that face me.


"Order! Order!" It is the high-judge, who has arrived. Wow! Angel Gabriel is seated at the desk of the high-judge, his saintly halo a gold disk behind his head, instead of all the other ordinary ones everyone else has got. "You may be seated." There is a rumble as people turn to seat themselves again. "Marshall, the prosecutor, please bring forth your first witness!"

"Certainly, your Honour!" A witness? How could they have found a witness? Unless...

Marshall throws out his arm, indicating the double doors to the left. And, in come two guards hauling over, Nahla! Dressed in an uptight, white suit dress (You can tell they have made an effort for her to fit in.) She is struggling against the two burly men and they seat her in front of the jury. Marshall gets to his feet. "So..." He begins. "Nahla, is it? Nahla..." 1 step. "...Julie..." 2 step. "...Becket. Is that right?" She swallows, uncomfortably.


"You were a witness of the events that occurred on Sunday evening, the fighting, correct?"

She nods, glancing briefly over at me, a pleading in her gaze. "And, another question. Do you recognise this boy?" He holds out his hand in my direction. "Familiar in any way? Tell me, was he the boy you saw in the fight that evening? Have you seen him anywhere else I wonder?" He paces behind the large, engraved, throne like chair she is cowering inside. "In a forest, maybe you met up." He stops. "Got to know each other a little better, even better than you really should have done..." At this, her face goes completely white in shock. But she stands her ground, even though she is shaking like mad. Marshall is going beyond his boundaries to intimidate her to his full extent. He leans in towards her. "So?..." She is silent in words, but stutters. "SO?!" He grabs her shoulders, shaking her, hard. I can't take it anymore! Standing up, I shout:

"Objection!" He looks up at me. The jury is silent, watching my every move. "Stop! You can't do this, Marshall! I don't even know why you dragged her into this, when none of this is her fault! Why are you even against me in the first place? Yeah, sure I admit it! I broke the law." A shocked mutter, ripples around the court. "Three times." Marshall adds, menacingly.

"So, what? What we feel is what really matters! In here." I indicate my chest, putting my hand on my heart. "In the guardian angel's handbook, it says to follow your heart. And, that is one rule we Haven't stuck to. So, why shouldn't we? To follow your heart, is to do whatever, wherever it takes you, guides you. That is the purest of all your other rules and regulations! So, why can't everyone just stop and think, for a moment about this. Love, is a natural thing that everyone feels. So, why can't we allow angels to be with, who they want to be with? Please think this over. Think, what you are doing to the angel race with this law!"

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