• The Blood Rose Story:
    Blood Trail
    Emmaus Part 2 Chapter 3


    Part 1 - Wake Duncan

    Death, how do you write of death, when every human being has only thought of what it might be like. Evan, when he placed the knife to his skin, might have thought.
    ‘Why am I doing this?’
    The world before him was not his own. At least for the time that willed it, it wasn’t his. He in all his human thought and very being, could never be. Not in the way he might have once wanted.
    He lied there not dead but not quite alive. He had not yet become the demon that Kleadus was before he became an angel. Nor like his father who withstood a bullet to the head. But before I can tell the end to Evans mortal life. It is better if I tell you what had truly happened to Wake, a woman once known as Natalie Port.

    1

    She was left there on her porch her heart beating fast, and thought lost in seeing Kleadus Duncan sprout wings and vanish out of thin air. She knew she didn’t have much time before Jason would come to, get in his car and find her, and maybe kill her. She got up raced into her bedroom she stuffed a bag at which she found in the closet in the hall. She wondered what she needed.
    With each passing moment time grew ever shorter and in the darkness it made it difficult to find everything. She did this only because she felt turning on every light would make her lose precious time. She double checked everything she had, and ran from her room to the door nearly tripping down the stairs.
    She opened the door, and there he stood eyes dark and haunting.
    “I don’t know how he did it but he beat the ******** out of me.” his voice quivered
    “Jason!”
    “Is he here, IS THAT b*****d HERE!” He towered over her and grabbed her small wrist, and twisted it past breaking point. She screamed in agonizing pain, All that went through her mind was that she didn’t want to die, and that she loved Kleadus and missed him.

    2

    “Redemptions for your sins have come.” Michael Masters woke up in a cold sweat as the words from his dreams, had been his old friend Kleadus Duncan. Kleadus had been in his nightmares since he left his damn barn, leaving him to hang earlier that evening.
    “Why are you doing this to me?” He cries in the silence of his room. The posters of Football Icons felt haunting and judgmental. A copy of poetry by Langston Hughes lied open on the floor as if expecting to be read, but all he can hear is the voice of a now dead friend. Inside he wondered if Kleadus was truly dead, but it didn’t matter.
    “Your time runs short Michael, you must help Natalie before she has the same fate as mine.” His mind explodes with the voice of Kleadus, and he yells in pain.
    “YOU’RE JUST A VOICE IN MY HEAD!”
    “And just what makes you think that.” In a rage of white feathers Kleadus appeared. Michael jumped from his bed and let out a small high pitched scream. “Well that was interesting.” Kleadus stood before him wings folded behind him. The only thing that seemed odd to Michael, other than the wings, was the fact that he wore glowing clothing of white. Michaels face grew white and then purple.
    “Hey! Calm yourself man!” He raced over to Michael, and shook him like crazy. “Breathe Michael, breathe!” Kleadus then placed his hand over Michael’s chest and a blast of white light emitted from his palm. A moment later Michael took a deep gasping breath. He gathered his strength then got to his feet Kleadus was sitting at the foot of his bed.
    “What are you doing here?” Michael asked but Kleadus was lost in his thought.
    “Find the dream weaver Michael Masters, Gabriel said, my own best friend. The kid who helped in murdering me is my dream weaver. My guide through the mortal world.”
    “Did you hear me?” Michael said now getting irritated. Kleadus shook out of his own personal thought.
    “Sorry, but even after death it is hard to get over things. I’m here to help you get your redemption.” Kleadus said this and Michael’s face saddened God in all his life seemed to answer all his prayers until he had to do what he did. He knew though that God has no control over ones free will.
    “God can never forgive me.”
    “Sorry, but that’s not true.” Kleadus smiled and continued, “Look I’ve forgiven you for what you did to me, and I know it wasn’t your fault. God has given you a chance for you to be forgiven, but that chance is slipping.” Kleadus got up and touched Michael’s shoulder, and they were gone from the room.

    3

    Her breathing had grown heavy as she hid from the unholy monster she had let into her life. But what did it matter as the sounds of crashing furniture and his cursed shouting was unceasing. He’d find her, she knew that most of all. She thought of only being away from this living hell as she finally heard Jason’s steps getting closer to the closet in her parents room.
    Her parents had been gone for the weekend, but in Natalie’s mind she thought about what they would find when they came back on Sunday, her body lying broken and soulless on their bed.

    4

    There was a flash of blinding white light as Michael stumbled to the ground at Natalie’s front yard. The night had taken over as Michael saw that Kleadus was no were in sight.
    “Where are you?” Michael said, looking around hesitant of his surroundings
    “I’m right here.” Raged Kleadus’s voice in Michaels mind as he stumbled back shaking his head.
    “Why can’t you just make yourself present?” He asked near to tears from the ringing in his ears.
    “It wouldn’t matter human beings can’t see Angels of any type, only those destined to be dream weavers.” Michael winced realizing he’d have to get used to it. “And for what I need you to do, no angel in heaven is allowed to harm a human being.” There was a pause in the silence of the night. “I need you to fight Jason.”
    “Kill him!”
    “NO! Only make it so you’ll be able to get Natalie out of town.” There was a sudden crash from Natalie’s house, and Michael bolted for the door.