The Angel of Death

The Professor is driven mad on his search for immortality, and Angelica is caught up in the action, becoming 'The Angel of Death'. Who will survive? WORD COUNT: 3916

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The next day, Angelica left the house with two police officers to go and see the corpses of her parents and identify them. The Professor followed them, and after watching her identify her parents and break down, he got out of the car and went over to her.

            "Angelica?" He asked, acting concerned and horrified, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I heard about what happened to your parents, I was their friend in college, I'm so sorry for your loss."

            "What's your name?" Angelica asked, looking up at him through tear soaked eyes, going through possible friend's names that had been mentioned before.

            "John." The Professor replied, honestly she was making this too easy. "I was the crazy science guy," he smiled sadly, putting a memory of her mother laughing and mentioning a crazy science guy. She took a step back, frowning.

            "How did you do that?" She asked, fear filling her, instinctively knowing that he had killed them, with an irrational conviction.

            "Do what?" He pleaded innocence. "I think you're a little hysterical, why don't you come with me?" He said, taking a step forward and guiding her away forcefully.

            "No." She said, trying to get out of his grasp, her body going cold. Using his technique he'd learned, he allowed his mind to flow into hers, possessing her, calming her thoughts down and guiding her to the car. He opened the passenger door for her, made her get in the car, and got in himself, driving away. The Professor released her from his grasp as soon as they were out of sight, and she immediately began to hit him as hard as she could to release her anger. "Why are you doing this?!" She yelled at him, tugging on the door handle, as it refused to open.

            "Because I need you Angel." He said, taking a syringe out of his pocket.

            "Don't call me that." She snapped. "Why do you need me?"

            "Because you are a Valide Unica."

            "Excuse me?"

            "A super human if you will; you have extraordinary abilities, and usually you have wings by now, you're 18 right?" He asked her. Angelica looked out of the window, feeling sick. She closed her eyes and gripped onto the seat. "A late developer I see." He grinned to himself. This was going to be so easy; he could just wipe her memory of this before she died. The seat she sat on was starting to have swirled patterns, like that when the frost comes. Angelica shivered, her breath coming out in white rags.

            "I don't know what you're talking about." Angelica said, trying to control herself. Weird things happened when she got scared, she hated it, she couldn't explain it.

            "Look at your hands." The Professor said casually, Angelica did so, and turned over the white patterned hands she now possessed.

            "What did you do to me?!" She growled, again that irrational knowing that he had done something to hurt her plagued her mind.

            "Nothing, this is you, Angel."

            "Stop calling me Angel!" She shouted in frustration, slapping his face, making him swerve. Her fury let loose, and she throttled him, ice snaking its way down the Professor's body. In one fluid movement, he stabbed the syringe into her neck, and she was out cold in a matter of minutes.  

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