Angels of Los Angeles

Amynta McNair is a seventeen year old born and raised in Aberdeen. She got a scholarship to one of the best all-girls' schools in England, and hates the thought of having to spend her summer holidays in the soaring temperatures of Los Angeles. She soon feels comfortable hanging out with her stepbrother and his friends, but things take a weird and Amynta finds herself hunted by the Archangel Gabriel. And who or what exactly is her father?


8. Chapter Eight

When the car comes to a halt outside the house, none of us moved. We just sat in the car in complete silence, until I open the door and get out. “Come on,” I say before I close the door. “The police have probably already called our parents.” I close the door and make my way into the house.

As I open the front door, my mother runs upto me and squeezes my shoulders. “Tell me you didn’t tell her to do it!” she shouts. She pulls me further in and glance behind me at the still open front door as Ben walks through it. Suddenly, I’m being dragged into the living room. The T.V. is on and the news is blaring about Tina’s murder; which is typical, a home is burgled and the press put it to the bottom of the pile but if someone is murdered they’re killing each other to report it first.

“Apparently, Kayleigh is saying that she did it to make God happy.” Rowan tells us. He looks over at Ben. “Tell me that neither of you were involved.” He presses his lips tight together, and his breathing gets heavier.

 “Why would I tell someone that I’ve only just met, to kill someone that I’ve only just met?” I pause briefly, to give someone the chance to speak but they all remain silent. “It makes no sense.”

“I believe you, sweetheart.” Mum says as she gives me a hug. “What are we going to do?”

Finally, Ben speaks. “Mom said that they know Amynta and Michael didn’t kill Tina, but they still think they told her.”

“So we need to prove that they didn’t.”

“Kayleigh says that Gabriel told her to do it.” I put in.

“Why would he say that?” Mum asks, still not letting me go. I don’t want to go into the whole ‘he’s the Archangel Gabriel’ conversation, so I simply shrug my shoulders. “I know it wasn’t you, but how do you know that Michael wasn’t involved?”

“I just know.” I tell her. I manage to wriggle out of her grasp and escape to the stairs. She follows but I tell her that I’m only going to my room.


When I wake up later, it’s already dark outside and I’m lying on top of the covers. I look at the alarm clock next to my bed and see that it’s quarter to midnight. I get changed into my pyjamas, when I hear a knocking on the glass doors to the balcony. Michaels standing outside.

“Do you know what time it is?” I hiss at him as I open the door.

“I need to speak with you.” He says. I move to let him in, but he stays out on the balcony. “Not here.” I come out onto the balcony, closing the door behind me and Michael picks me up and we fly off.

I hold on to his neck as tight as I can and close my eyes as we fly over towns and cities.

I’m not sure how long we’re in the air for, but when I open my eyes again, I can feel my feet hitting solid ground. I let go of Michael and look around, I can see the Statue of Liberty glowing in the moonlight in the distance. “We’re in New York.” I state, before looking over the railing in front of me. That was a big mistake. “What the hell do Americans have against being on ground level?” I let out, moving back from the edge. I look up at Michael. “Why are we here?” I ask.

“Take this.” He holds out a small glass phial filled with a black smoke.

“What is it?” I ask holding it up like I’ll see it better.

“The Seventh Seal.”

“What would happen if it gets smashed?”

“You would bring about the Apocalypse.” I bring the phial down from above my head as he says the last word and hand it back to him. “You need to protect it.” Michael says.

“Me?” my voice is high pitched and my eyes wide.

“Gabriel will never expect me to give it to you.” He says. “I need you to protect it, to keep it away from him.”


“Gabriel will not hesitate to use it if he gets his hands on it.” He looks out at New York as he says it, and then turns back to me. “He blames humanity for Fathers disappearance.” He’s back at the railing and I find myself walking over to join him, I try not to look down, instead looking out at the City.

“You can stop him, can’t you?” I ask, trying so hard not to sound panicked.

Michael turns to look at me, and for a moment, I think that he’s going to tell me that he can but his face tells a different story entirely. “I don’t know.” He gets closer to me. “We should go now.” I put my arms around his neck as he picks me up and we fly back to LA. As we go, I start to think about everything that’s happened recently. God’s gone, Michael was sent to kill me, and Gabriel told Kayliegh that killing Tina would please God. All this happened in LA, and I can’t help but think that maybe it’s not a coincidence that this is going on when I’m Stateside. That maybe all this has something to do with me.

What if I’m the Harbinger of Death?

I shake my head and look up at Michael, who is busy navigating our way through the clouds to start a conversation. As far as I knew, I was a walking and talking curse.

Before I know it, Michael is putting me down on my balcony and flying off. I look around to check that no one had seen what had happened and head back into my room. I climb into bed and fall asleep the second that my head hits the pillow. 

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