Alan Mcgregor - Angels Of Mercy

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Angels of Mercy

Alan McGregor

Published by Awe-Struck E-Books

www.awe-struck.net/

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The reproduction or other use of any part of this publication without the prior written

consent of the rights holder is an infringement of the copyright law.

This is a work of fiction. People and locations, even those with real names, have been

fictionalized for the purposes of this story.

~ ~ ~

Although the early summer evening was on the chilly side, Frank considered it bearable.

Traffic was light this time of night, and a long walk on a brisk evening was just what he

needed to invigorate himself after a very long day.

As Frank rounded a corner, he saw a woman, also on foot, walk towards him. The

turned up collar of her elegant black overcoat covered most of the bottom half of her

face, effectively masking her. But her eyes and forehead were quite revealing: she wore

heavy makeup, making her appear as if she were wearing a mask. It was clear to Frank

that this woman wanted to appear much older than she was. Looking, at first glance, to

be somewhere between forty-five and fifty, he guessed her actual age to be somewhat

closer to thirty--perhaps even a bit younger than thirty. Close to his own age.

He knew this type of woman; she was most likely a high-class prostitute. He had no

proof of this, but he had become pretty good at spotting them. These women ran fast

and hard. They dressed, fit to kill, hoping to and often succeeding in snaring wealthy

johns who wanted a good time along with bed time.

The woman caught him looking at her. She quickly averted her eyes as she

unaccountably began to trip on the heels of her very elegant black boots.

"Allow me--" he murmured. He reached out to stop her fall. Suddenly Frank didn't feel

well. He felt the very air change. It seemed as if the air's molecules began to swarm,

then vibrate like a great bell, and it literally took his breath away.

He heard screams from somewhere, but instantly realized they weren't the woman's

screams; the screams seemed to come from everywhere rather than from a specific

point. The brief flash of fear in the woman's eyes told him she'd heard them too.

"Help me, God!!!" Frank barely heard himself scream as he felt the air tear and

disintegrate. He leaped headlong at the woman, throwing his arms around her and

holding her tightly, instinctively cradling her head against the hollow of his shoulder to

protect her.

The street and sidewalk, like two great black ribbons, suddenly buckled and heaved

upwards as brick and mortar exploded around them. A wrenching pain slammed

through him. He squeezed the woman even tighter, trying in this mad instant to spare

her as much pain as he could.

And then he felt himself tumbling through the air as he fiercely hung onto the woman.

He heard her wild, keening scream as he screamed along with her.

As they tumbled, the sky lit up around them, spouting great gouts of fire. It was as if the

very heavens were falling. Was this the end of the world...?

One minute later:

His life had turned to shadows in an instant. He knew he was bleeding, and he had an

unbearable pain down his left leg. He moaned, trying to drag himself to his feet. But he

couldn't. He felt outward with his hands. Stone? Bricks? Broken concrete, maybe. He

winced as he tried to sit up, finding he couldn't. With a sinking feeling he realized he

was pinned to the ground.

He turned his head and saw a form that in the deep twilight looked like an elegant black

rag doll sprawled on the ground. "Ma'am?" he called softly. "Ma'am, are you alright?"

She wasn't far from him. Apparently his holding onto her when his world suddenly blew

apart kept them together until they'd hit the ground. He tried to touch her, to rouse her,

but found she wasn't within easy reach. And when he tried stretching his arm out, a

tearing pain seared through his chest. He was sure some of his ribs were broken.

He felt his face. He felt the slick blood in his hair. "Ma'am?" he called again.

The form he knew to be her moved slightly.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

Silence...

"Ma'am, please try to answer me. We're in real trouble unless we work together."

"Ahhhhh..."

Frank's heart suddenly went out to this woman as he felt her pain.

"Uhhhh...ahhhhh..."

"I'm here, ma'am. You're not alone. I'm here," he encouraged.

The woman tried to sit up. Frank encouraged her to push, to try with everything she had

in her to come to full alertness.

The shadowy form of the rag doll struggled, finally managing to sit up. "I hurt," she said.

"I hurt so much."

"Just sit for a minute, ma'am. Try to get your strength back before you do too much--"

"Ah...! Ahhhhh...!!! Where am I?!" Startled and frightened, she began to struggle to her

feet.

"Don't," Frank said. "Take your time. You may have broken something, and if you move

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