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The Angel Hunter
In a Godless world where angels are evil, who would you pray to for help?
Lucile is a devout Catholic woman who prays regularly for God’s help in finding her missing cousin, David, who has likely skipped town on a whim. After accepting help from a stranger, Lucile thinks her prayers have been answered. Unfortunately, she is far from the truth. Lucile is about to be swept up in an ancient battle between humans and angels—where angels are evil and God is nowhere to be found.
Few know the reality, and even fewer summon the courage to fight against the angelic tyranny and help those in need. Meanwhile, cars are dropping from the sky, and God’s servants are in hot pursuit of Lucile and Andrew. Lucile, desperate to save her memories and find her cousin, is seemingly left with no other choice but to trust her quirky new friend who wields a gun and warns of impending disaster. Either God is good and sent the angel to test Lucile’s convictions or he is now using their lives for his amusement.
Torn between trusting her strong religious beliefs and the actions of God’s angelic army, Lucile knows one thing for sure—her cousin is in a lot more trouble than she ever imagined.
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“I’m Lucile.” She shook his hand and gave him a friendly smile that became an uneasy one. Eerily, he returned the same display.
Andrew justified himself as their handshake lingered. “Sorry, I felt like I should introduce myself since I scared you half to death.” They dropped hands. “Listen, were you serious about what you were praying about? I mean, I couldn’t help overhearing you. I’ve got a friend who’s a detective. People pay him all the time to find people.”
“I’m not trying to be pushy or anything. It’s just that I came in here and heard what you were saying, and this friend popped into my head. It’s no big deal if you’re not interested. Just thought you might like to know he’s out there,” Andrew continued. “It’s on the up and up. He’s got a license and a badge and everything. You’d have to pay him, of course. Just let him know that I sent you, and he shouldn’t rip you off too much.” Andrew forced a chuckle, trying to ease the tension.
“Thanks, but I was just praying,” Lucile answered politely.
“You’re really thinking God’s going to swoop down and find him for you?” Andrew chuckled more easily. He pointed up toward the altar. “I can see it all now. God sends out a legion of angels that magically locates your friend. They’ve got a Sherlock Holmes hat, a gigantic magnifying glass, and oh … an angel hound dog with wings and everything.”
She began to smile too. “All right. I guess you’re right. It couldn’t hurt to try to find him. Just to see if we can.”
“His number’s in my car.”
“I don’t want you to leave church on my account.”
“I’ve been here for twenty minutes already. Man, you’re a serious prayer.”
Andrew led them out the front doors of the church. Autumn’s fallen leaves were bright against the gray-blue sky. The wind vanished; nothing stirred. It feels like we’re indoors.
“I parked right in front,” Andrew said as he walked up to the lone car. It was a rusty, old powder-blue 1980s’ convertible with a dirty white top. The car looked as though it had broken down in that spot years ago. “Convenient,” Lucile said softly to herself.
Andrew opened the passenger door—the closest—and rummaged through his car. “His number is in here somewhere. The dork hands his cards to all his friends, hoping they’ll get him business.” He stopped, thought, and continued. “I guess it wasn’t such a dumb idea. Ah, here it is.”
Andrew pulled himself back out of the car. “Here you go.” After a brief smile, he looked up at the top of the church as though he was admiring its beauty.
“Thanks,” Lucile said as she reached for the card. But he would not let go.
“Get in the car,” he whispered, continuing to stare at the sky.
“We need to go. Get in the car,” Andrew whispered as his eyes bounced around the sky.
Lucile could hear the fear in Andrew’s mild voice. His face flushed with frenzied anxiety. Lucile checked the sky but saw nothing.
This man’s crazy, and he wants me to get in his car. Lucile took a step back. “I should run,” she mistakenly said aloud.
Andrew pulled out a silver-plated gun with gold inscriptions on the sides. “Don’t run. It’ll just happen again, only worse. Get in the car. I’ll keep you safe.”
Lucile took another step back. Andrew grabbed the front of her blouse.
“Wait,” Lucile blurted out.
Ignoring her, Andrew started shooting wildly into the air.
“You need to get in the car!” Andrew yelled, continuing to hold on to Lucile’s shirt, preventing her from entering the car even if she had wanted to follow him.
“Let me go!” Lucile twisted and contorted her body in order to break free, but Andrew continued to clutch the neckline of her blouse, which appeared to give him an invincible hold. Determined, Lucile squared off and kicked him in the crotch. His face turned red, but he kept his grip. After wavering for a moment, he pinned her against the car. “Get in! I’m not leaving you again!” Releasing his hold, he backed up and pointed his gun at her.
She slid into the car.
He slammed the passenger door behind her and rounded the front end of the car while holding his crotch and firing wildly into the air. His walk would have been comical to Lucile if they had been friends. And if he didn’t have a gun.
She leaned forward to see where Andrew had aimed, but the sky was still empty. She saw nothing. An idea struck her. Click. She locked the car doors.
Andrew pounded his fist on the driver’s side window. “Are you crazy? Open the door!” he screamed.
As he fumbled for his keys, Lucile lunged for the door and held the lock down. Their eyes met as he tried to unlock the door.
“Open it, please,” he pleaded. He looked as though he was about to cry.
Suddenly he covered his head and crouched—seconds before a huge stone fell from the sky and shattered, inches from him.
Stunned, Lucile fell back in her seat. She started to shake uncontrollably. She huddled against the side window and stared out at the church. “What’s out there?” Lucile whispered to no one. She realized that she had spoken in the same quiet voice Andrew had used when he first told her to get into his car. It’s like the church is staring at me. Lucile pressed her pale face against the car window to stifle her shaking. Time skipped. She looked through her reflection toward the top of the church. The statue of St. Augustine was missing.
Andrew took his chance, got into the car, and fired up the engine. It was a mean, fast engine that squealed at the sudden pressure of gas.
“If you ever leave me hanging like that again, I’ll … I’ll …” Andrew stopped talking and looked over at Lucile. Dazed, she met his eyes. He continued, “It’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this.” He set his hand on her leg.
“Lucile,” he said slowly, “open the glove box.”
Lucile did nothing.
“Lucile, I need you to open the glove box,” Andrew repeated.
She clicked it open.
“We need to pull the pin and throw it out the window when we get to the highway,” he stated evenly, but his attention quickly returned to the road.
“What? Are you mad?” She refused to touch it.
“When we get to the highway, pull the pin and throw it out the window.”
“No. You do it.”
Andrew did not respond right away. He swallowed hard. “Hand it to me,” he finally said sternly.
She did not move. He leaned over to take it out of the glove box, but Lucile slammed the box shut.
“No! We can’t do this!”
They were a couple blocks away from the main highway that connected all the suburbs in the area. Despite his efforts to drive unpredictably, the highway was obviously his goal.
“We’re gonna die this time if we don’t work together.” Andrew paused to turn down some residential side streets. “Look, do you believe in God’s wrath?”
“What?” Lucile asked.
“Do you fear God’s wrath? Because that’s what’s behind us.”
Lucile was speechless.
“Hand me the grenade. I’ll do it.”
“No one will get hurt. It’s just—”
A car fell from the sky and landed upside down in front of them, cutting off their escape. Andrew pulled to the left as they came to a screeching halt, barely missing the wreck.
“Whoa! It doesn’t seem to care,” he assessed.
Whipping the car around like a professional, he sent them in the opposite direction and then back toward the highway.