-Chapter 2-

Part 7

I breathed heavily. I shoved the bowl to him and stormed back to the dining room table. I sat down roughly stumbling and  held my head. Why the hell did it still hurt? My body was aching on the inside as if it was being eaten away. I shuddered my fingers curling into a fist as it shook. Sh** it hurt!

    My pupils shrunk as I felt my breath quicken and pulse soar. I heard my heart pound in my ears. Harder, and harder. Louder and louder to get blood through my body with greater difficulty.

    "It's killing you", said the man quietly.

    I flinched as he was standing there looking at me concerned. His eyes softer. But they resumed to harden with seriousness. He put his hands on the table.

    "You don't have much longer. If you keep fighting it gets worse. It will only get worse", he said.

    "I don't even know what I'm doing! I'm not doing anything!", I said.

    "You might not be aware of it. But your body is somehow trying to fight off the virus. I haven't seen this before. Normally the change is instant. It quickly breaks down your cells and body hosting it. As a parasitic virus it builds up and consumes the host till it is entirely mad. But there is no pain normally. It just is too quick for the nerves to register. But your body is trying to suppress it. But it's loosing. I don't know how much time you have left", said man.

    "Go bother someone else or go pray or something birdbrain", I muttered.

    He clenched his teeth.

    "You need to understand that you don't have that much time! And I can't guarantee that you will live much longer!", he hissed.

    "I don't need you to. All I f***ing need to do is keep my promise! And I am as hell not gonna die. I told you if world is sh**ing itself away then I'm going to see it till the end whether I can do anything about it or not!", I hissed.

    The man huffed clenching his teeth, "You intend to try and reserve the effects of what is happening now?! When did that get into your head!?", he yelled.

    "I thought you said you were a...a what was it?", I asked.

    "Archangel", he replied annoyed glaring at me.

    "Isn't it your job then to make sure the world doesn't go to sh**! Aren't you supposed to be a guardian of some damned sort?!", I asked gesturing to him.

    "Don't tell me how to do my job! I'm doing what I can in this situation and I hate it that people are suffering! But I can't do anything about it other than accelerate the process before everything on the surface of the earth gets swallowed up by those things! And you are already on your way to becoming one of them! And it's killing you! There isn't anything left for you in this world! I thought you would see that when the entire town attacked us! But clearly you are just so stubborn and naive!", he yelled.

    I snagged his shirt pulling him close with my deformed hand. "I didn't ask for what you think... I know I did something f***ing wrong in my life! And I as hell regret it! And I told you before I don't care if your a f***ing angel. I don't care who you are! And I don't care what you think! And I don't care if I suffer! I don't care! Get that through your thick skull! I don't care about what happens to me! But I swear I will see Dover! I swear I will damn it! And nothing is going to stop me!", I yelled.

    "And yeah I may be stubborn and naive! But you know what! Right now there's gotta be someone who f***ing holds their ground! Because clearly you bigshots are nothing but little freaking chicklets who look for an easy way out! And it pisses me off!", I yelled.

    "You done?", he asked harshly.

    I glared at him. The old man was fast asleep in his bed not even disturbed in his slumber by our arguing. It seemed all we did was argue.

    I released and sat down.

    "Yeah....I'm done", I muttered.

    I gripped the sides of my head looking down at the table. "I'm not dying...not until I keep my promise. So quit trying to make me change my mind like you want to put a bullet through my head. I'm living and that's f***ing final",  I said.