Angels Acting out

Angels walk among us. At least that’s what they tell us in legends. We don’t see them, we don’t hear them, we don’t feel them, and we don’t know who they are even if we did recognize them, till now. They call themselves the “Angel Callers.” Angel Callers have the uncanny ability to sense and track angels. Every 100 years it is their duty to find angels remaining here on Earth to ensure all heavenly beings are present for the Rising.

The street is filled with people walking to and from work and their homes. No one talks, not even for an “excuse me” it’s as if all humankind became robots programmed for just work. They all look like schools of fish going the same way, stopping the same place, leading with the same foot, wearing the same fashion to say the least. Except for him, he who stands in the midst of it all, he who walks a few paces slower than the crowd, stopping every now and then, restarting, and looking around. The cycle repeats itself silently. Instead of the black and white monkey suits everyone else is dressed in, he is cloaked in night; a tattered black trench coat covering a T-shirt, with black jeans and black cowboy boots. His eyes are covered with dark glasses to hide his ever inquisitive eyes.

Then as soon as you see him, he disappears again into the crowd. Desperately your eyes search the crowd, trying to find him but to no avail. His form whisked away before your eyes. Unpleased, you settled back into the crowd of the nameless, merging into the trancelike gait but a sound turns your eyes to a nearby building. Curious you slip away, through the dark doorway, over broken concrete steps, ducking under rags of what used to be curtains of some beautiful apartment lobby. You place your hand on the dusty metal banister; you glance upwards eyeing the ominous stairwell with displeasure. A cloud of dust settles down from above onto your sleeve; absent mindedly you swipe it off without a thought of your mind. A stray cement flake tumbles down off one of the floors above, bouncing off of your black dress shoes. Gripping the handrail you begin the climb up the stairs.

Each step brings you closer to the source of disturbance of the otherwise peaceful building. You carefully take timid steps, ever so careful not to announce your presence, just in case. Your uncertainty awards you, as muffled voices waft towards you stained with urgency and disdain. You slide to the nearest wall, back softly scraping the already peeling orange and yellow 70’s wallpaper. Two figures seem to be arguing in what looks like a dining room of an apartment.

“You need to go now.” a husky male voice affirms.

“No! I have unfinished business to take care of.” objects a small arrogant childlike voice.

As curiosity killed the cat, you peer around the corner and see the man in shadows, but he is blocking his companion.

“It has been decreed that when the horn sounds, all angels return to heaven at once! You are bound by it!”

“No! I need more time! She still needs my help!”

“No, you are going now!”

“No you can’t! She needs me. You can’t force me!”

“I will and I can!”

“No!!!” screams the youth-like voice.

Another voice interrupts the squabble.

“Stop!!!!”

The dark man turns, his hands gripping his companion, and looks at the speaker. It is you! Unknown to yourself, your body jumped out from hiding and screamed at the pair.

“You dare interfere!” the man snarls. Letting go, he fully turns towards you menacingly reaching out with his powerful hands. His eyes pierce your soul as he glares angrily through his tinted glasses. Time seems to slow as he gets closer and closer when…

“CUT!”

The man in black stops short and stretches out. The child behind him exhales a big irritated sigh and sits cross-legged upon the dusty black and white linoleum floor.

“Alright, take five you guys good work! Raphael you were awesome!”

“I know. I’ll be in my quarters.” The man in black solemnly says leaving.

“Gabrielle, beautiful. You captured it perfectly.”

“Thanks!” the child on the floor gets up and dusts themselves off. Apparently this
wasn’t a child but a small woman with childlike features.

“MICHAEL! What is up with that! You messed up the entire shot!” a brown haired young man jumps down and walks to the left. “Can you not control your wings for just one, just ONE second? It was going so perfect!”

“I know, I know sir. I’m sorry; I just got so excited, and forgot my wings were out.”

“Well don’t let it happen again! Go take a break as well, we’ll continue in 10 minutes.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir!”

The young man sighs and murmurs to himself, “This is what I get for hiring angels… “