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Scott's POV

It's freezing outside tonight. I left work at an unholy hour to try to get home for a couple hours of sleep before heading back to work. I hear pounding footsteps behind me and I turn to see a little boy running towards me. I bend down to stop him. He stops in front of me and I place my hands on his shoulders.

"Hey hey! What's wrong?" I ask him, pure concern in my voice. "They're after me. You have to help me!" The boy whispers. "What?! Who?" I ask, looking behind the boy. I see two men sprinting towards us in the distance. "Holy shit." I mutter. I see the boy visibly flinch at my words.

"What do I need to to do?" I ask. The boy meets my eyes with straight seriousness. "I need you to help me hide." He says. I nod. "Okay."

Then darkness.

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I woke up on my bed.

Thank my father you're awake.

I jump at the voice coming from nowhere. "Who's there?!" I demand, sitting up and jumping out of my bed. I grab a baseball bat from beside my bedside table.

I am Mitchell and I am an angel of the Lord.

"What the hell?! Where are you?!" I demand, spinning in a circle around my room.

Inside you.

I shake my head. "No. No you're not!" I shout.

Yes I am. Why are you denying my presence?

"Fine. Then show yourself. I want to see you." I demand. This isn't real.

In the words of my Father, "You cannot see me or else you shall surely die."

This "voice" is coming from inside my head. "Wait. Did you just quote the Bible?" I ask.

Yes.

I scrunch my eyebrows in concentration. "How do you know what the Bible says?" I ask.

I am an angel. I was there for most of it. Do you not remember me telling you I was an angel?

"This isn't happening." I say, dropping my baseball bat and sitting down on my bed. I hold my head in my hands.

It is happening Scott. Just like your sister dying in a car crash three years ago. This is real.

My head jerks up at "the angel's" statement. "Shut up okay! You don't know me. You don't know what happened to my-"

But I do Scott. When you let me come into your body-

"I never let you do that!" I yell.

Yes you did. The little boy. When you said you would help him hide, you said yes to hiding me.

"No! No I didn't." I say. The silence gives me a chance to drop my head and hold it in my hands. "Why?" I ask. "Why me?"

Because Scott. No archangels would ever look for me in a homosexual male. You are the perfect vessel.

"Wait. What are you hiding from? Who are hiding from?!" I stand up from my bed and start to pace.

The archangels. I failed in my mission to kill Bianca, and so the archangels have no more use for me.

"Wait wait wait." I interrupt the angel. "Who is Bianca?" I ask.

Bianca is the...

It's silent in my head for a moment.

Bianca is the self proclaimed "Queen of Hell." She is a very powerful demon and I was entrusted in the smiting of her. And I failed. Greatly. I let her escape and she killed one of my fellow angels. And so, not only have I failed my mission, I have unintentionally let one of my brethren be killed.

"This is too much information to take in at once." I tell the angel.

I am sorry. I will be quiet so that you can rest.

It is deathly silent in my head aside from my own thoughts. Then a thought occurred to me. "Wait. Why aren't you controlling me? You should be. Shouldn't you?" I ask.

I am letting you keep control of your body because I am not here on a mission. If I were here on a mission, I would be in control of your body.

"Then what are you doing?" I ask.

I am trapped.