There's some stuff wrong with this one. I'm in the process of editing it. I just didn't have time to put together a revised copy on here.
The Savior with a Black Wing
The sun was just beginning to set as I was walking home. I looked around and enjoyed myself as much as I could before I arrived home. My walks home were the only time I was happy.
At home there were two screaming kids and a mom that was always yelling at me to do more and spend less. At high school the kids all teased me about being the littlest and wimpiest out of the whole class. Wimpy shrimp was my name there.
After school it was straight to work, where I had the great privilege of scooping ice cream for whining little kids, and having my boss tell me what a terrible job I was doing. I had no time for myself, and my walks home from work were my only time to unwind and calm down without someone calling me lazy, ungrateful, or....
"Hey, wimpy shrimp!"
I froze, and prayed that it wasn't who I thought it was. But I saw Bobby and Dave coming in my direction, beer bottles in their hands freshly bought with their dad’s money. They were clearly as drunk as could be, and it was late at night when everyone else had gone home. Thanks again God.
"Hey," said Bobby to Dave, slurring his words. "What’s a little shrimp doing out at such a late time? It could get hurt."
"Da, your right man," he said, coming up behind me. "We should teach it a lesson for its own good."
Before that I had watched them warily, but as soon as he said that, I made a break for it and was slammed against a brick wall. Ruefully I rubbed my face as I stumbled to my feet.
"I don’t think so. Shrimp that try and get away get hurt. Bad. Hee hee." Among the other things in my head I was trying to figure out what Dave had said.
He took a swing at me, and I managed to dodge it. His fist hit the wall with force of a sledgehammer. I tried to run again, and was again slammed against the wall. But this time they both backed up and reached into their leather coats.
"Now we done gotta give you the big punishment.” said Bobby, taking out a silver gun and pointing it at me. Danny did the same "Hope we don’t hit anything important.” He laughed to Bobby. Fat chance, I thought. With both of them drunk, they will kill me whether they mean to or not. They aimed their guns at me and said in a bad western voice "Say your prayers."
Like that ever did anything for me before, I thought. But staring down two barrels, I thought I’d give it a shot. What could I lose? As the triggers were pulled I could feel my life flash before me. “Lord please save me. I don’t’ want to die yet.” I closed my eyes, and waited for the impact of bullets hitting me. But it didn’t come.
I opened my eyes, and my mouth fell open. In front of me was a tall figure, with a wide sword with two bullets embedded in it. He was tall and muscular, like a football player, but what caught my eye were the two wings that were coming out of his black coat.
The one on the left had golden feathers, and gave off a gentle glow.
The one on the right looked like the shadow of a wing, the same blackness you get when you shut your eye tight. The two guys were totally blown away, but Bobby got his mouth working first.
"Hey dude, don’t try and be a hero. Get out of the way!" The figure didn’t speak. Instead he extended the shadow wing out as far as it would go, about 4 feet, and showed the two guys the inside. They both started screaming and tripped over their feet as they ran away as fast as they could.
Satisfied, he pulled his shadow wing back behind his back, sheathed his sword, and turned to the terrified me.
"Why did you take so long to call for help?" he said in a kind voice, and I looked at his face. It was strong, yet gentle, like a father’s, and he seemed to have hair the same color as his golden wing.
"How.... Why..... They?" I said meekly.
"They will not be back,” he said, extending his golden wing.
"Here, you look terrified."
The golden wing extended until it was the size of a quilt, then he turned, and the wing came at me and wrapped around me like a blanket. It was warm and soft, and I forgot all my fears and cares, and nestled into the endless sea of feathers.
His voice came through the bliss. "In all that, it never occurred to you to ask God for help?"
"No." I said, a bit ashamed. "He has never helped me before no matter how bad my life has been."
He was silent for a moment, then told me.
"As you might have guessed, I am an angel, sent from heaven. When I first came to heaven, I could not remember what had happened during my life. All I knew was that beyond the gates was infinite happiness. I didn’t expect that they wouldn’t allow me in. I asked why, and was told that I did not ask for God during my life. So the evil that happened during my life fused with my soul, and no evil could enter heaven," his voice became sad.
"The pain I felt then was so great that I wanted to destroy myself completely and know no more. I cried out for the chance of getting into heaven, or my own destruction. My cry was heard, and they told me I could put my evil to good use."
"The black wing." I said, remembering how scared the guys were when they saw it.
"All the evils of my past life sealed into one form. They found enough good in my life to make an angel wing, and gave me the job of making people whose life was unfair see things straight. When they gave me the job, they thought it was ironic. Well, we are here."
The wing around me started to recoil away, and I found myself standing in front of my house. The figure turned and extended his golden wing out again.
"It’s always a joke when I hear how bad things are. Things always get better, and there is a good chance that anyone who tries to do their best receives eternal happiness. I have been doing this job for 500 years. This job, and the hope that it gives, is the only thing saving me from the utmost despair."
He wrapped his wing around himself, and the wing compressed and got smaller and smaller, until all that remained was a single golden feather. I reached down to pick it up, but the wind got it first and carried it away into the sky.
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