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Azrael rushed through the grocery store. She was carrying what was likely to be her dinner tonight. She was in a rush because she supposed to be meeting Willow at her apartment in. Azrael stopped to check her watch.
“Oh wonderful. There’s no way I’m getting back in 5 minutes,” she said exasperated. She looked ahead of the other 3 people in line to see a little old lady carry her change purse. “Please for the love of God, do not tell me she’s going to start counting pennies.”
Azrael sighed as she waited her turn to checkout. As she stood in line, she could hear the argument of the mother and child behind her.
“Put it back I said.” The mother growled at the child.
“Don’t get involved, it’s got nothing to do with you.” Azrael told herself.
“But Mama, it’s an Angel. Can’t I have the Angel? Please?” Azrael heard the voice of a young boy pleading.
“No, now put it back. I told you we didn’t have money for it.” The mother said in a hushed tone.
“But I thought if i had an Angel, the monster in my closet wouldn’t get me. Please Mama, the Angel will protect me.” The boy pleaded once more, the pitch of his voice going higher. Azrael could tell the boy was on the verge of tears.
“Monster in the closet, huh. Could be a ghost… or a demon… Minor demon would be more likely, if it were one.” Azrael stopped as she realized she looking at the conversation as if it were a case she was on. She sighed once more and shook her head at her foolishness. Azreal was in the business of killing monster. Though, that didn’t mean that the boy had an actual monster in his closet.
“I said NO.” The mother yelled and yanked the Angel figurine from the little boy’s hands. “Besides, it’s pink. You’re a boy, you shouldn’t want it since it’s pink.”
“But Mama! I need the Angel.” The boy started to cry.
“Hush this instance or I will take you to the bathroom.” The mother threatened. The boy started to quiet immediately.
Azrael sighed as she glanced back to where the mother had put the Angel. Sure enough, it was pink. Rose quartz. It was just a simple little outline of an Angel, nothing in real detail.
While the mother and boy spoke in hushed voices with each other, Azrael grabbed the Angel and looked at it. She sighed again as she turned the thing around in her hand. The finish was smooth and it was a nice looking figurine, even if it was plain.
“Aw hell… Why not.” Azrael thought as she put the Angel with her own groceries. As she did so, she felt her pocket vibrate and she groaned.
“Crap, I forgot to text Will.” She thought as she grabbed out her phone just as she came to the belt to put her stuff up on. She sent a text to Willow and paid the cashier.
Azrael grabbed her bags and looked in them to make sure she’d gotten everything. “Oh right, almost forgot.”
She grabbed out the Angel figurine and turned to the mother and child. “Here you go hun. This little Angel may look small but it’s got a fiery sword that it’ll use to protect you from that monster.” Azrael grinned as she handed the boy the figurine.
“Oh ma’am, you don’t have to do that.” The mother blushed.
“It’s alright. I was his age once, and I was afraid too. I have an Angel figurine that someone once gave to me. I’m just returning the favor.” Azrael smiled.
“Thank you so much. What do you say to the nice lady?” The mother prompted her son.
The boy smiled and hugged Azrael’s legs. “THANK YOU!”
“It’s no problem honey. Just take care okay, and listen to your Mom.” Azrael said as she returned his hug. With that, she turned to leave. But she couldn’t break the nagging feeling that there was something wrong.
A few days later Azrael was reading her paper at work. She turned to a page and saw a picture of the little boy she had given the Angel to.
“No,” Azrael gasped as tears fell down her cheeks.
“Azzie! What’s wrong?” Willow came barging in at the sound of her friend’s distress.
“I knew, I knew something was wrong. Why didn’t I do something!?” Azrael cried as she laid the paper down and held her head in her hands.
Willow said nothing as she picked up the paper and began reading about the gruesome murder of a family. There had been no sign of a breaking and entering, nor any signs of a struggle that may have taken place. The paper stated that it was unknown what the killer had used to slice up the bodies. All they knew for sure was that there were enough parts for 2 adults and 1 child.
“Azzie,” Willow murmured as she laid her hand on Azrael’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault. There’s no way you could have know for sure.”
“But I had a feeling. I should have followed it, followed them.”
“Listen, I’ll talk to Rob. We can request to consult on the case. Then we can get who or whatever did this.” Willow said as she folded the paper and started to leave.
“Azzie?” Willow called out. Her only answer was Azrael’s continual sobbing.