Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 01:42:07 +0000
From: Jason Parker <archangelmatthew72@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Angel: Part 1

Authors Note: Well hi there, and thank you for deciding to
check out my story. I'm sort of a virgin at this, and I'm
sure you've all heard it before somewhere, 'It's my first
time.' So, here goes. I hope you like.

Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story are
purely fictional. All characters in this story are property
of me, use without asking permission may warrant castration
with a ladle, or punishment to a likewise severe degree. This
story contains a little homosexual somethin' somethin'. If
this offends you, do nor proceed. All readers under the age
of fourteen (14) must be accompanied by an adult or legal
guardian of the age of eighteen (18) to legally partake in
the following entertaining experience. Now, before we get
down to the story, I would just like to say that if you
actually read this legal disclaimer and actually believed any
of it, then you are a dumb shit. Besides, half of you are
probably sixteen (16) or under anyway, I certainly was when I
first started reading Nifty stories.
One last little thing before we start. If you're looking for
a quick way to get your nut, then look elsewhere, this story
is long and I mean LONG. Also, can I please ask all employees
to wash their hands before returning to the work place,
because whether or not that give you a thrill, frankly that's
just nasty.
Well here we go then! (Finally!)

The Angel
	Jason Parker set the security system and locked the
doors to the Humanities department of the college. Catching
his reflection in the glass door, he admired his 6',
muscular, eighteen year-old frame and tanned skin, he ruffled
his blond hair and flashed himself a quick grin.
"Thanks again for helping me close up tonight." Professor
Wolf called from behind him in the car park, "I really
appreciate the help, especially on a Friday night. Can I give
you a lift home?"
	Jason turned and walked down the four steps to the car
park where the professor waited by his old Volvo. "No, really
it was no problem professor, its not like I had anything
better to do tonight," Jason replied with a cheeky grin,
flashing straight white teeth. "My house is actually just
down the street, so I can walk. Thanks anyway though."
Professor Wolf shrugged, "Right, well I'll see you in class
on Monday then." He climbed into his car and slowly drove
off, waving out the window as he turned the corner.
	A figure stood silently on the corner watching Jason
wave off the professor, when the car had passed, the figure
was gone. Jason stared at the corner for a moment and then
shrugged, turned and started walking the opposite way down
the street.
Jason shivered in the cool December air and sped up, eager to
reach the student housing. He walked briskly down the dark
road, passing a few alleys and trash cans. A car sped along
the street towards him with its lights blazing.
	"Turn off your fuckin' high-beams, ass," Jason muttered
and tangled his head to the side so he could see better. As
he passed a small dark alley there was a screech and the car
swerved towards him on the pavement, speeding up. Before he
could even move, a muscular arm whipped out form the alley
and grabbed him around the waist, hurling all of his 180lbs
backward to the ground of the alley. The car sideswiped a
pair of garbage cans next to where he had been standing.
	"Jesus Christ!" Jason gasped as he stood shakily to his
feet, winded from being knocked to the ground. He looked up
and down the alley for his rescuer, but it was empty. He
dusted himself off and cautiously stepped out onto the
pavement again. Cursing, he set off down the street towards
the student housing area, glancing over his shoulder every
few steps.
	Looking down the street, he failed to notice the shadowy
figure running along the rooftops of the buildings, pacing
him on the ground.

* * *

	Jason slammed the door to his student house and stomped
into the living room. His housemates, Jeff and Drew, looked
up from the television screen as he entered. Jeff was 5'11"
and muscular with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A real
jock. Drew on the other hand had sandy blond hair, green eyes
and stood only 5'8", he was a bit scrawny but damn, he was
smart. Jason thought as he saw them, 'I wonder what they'd
say if told them how hot they look?'
	"Holly shit dude! What happened to you?" Jeff asked.
Jason grimaced as he dropped his knapsack to the ground and
collapsed into an empty armchair. "First day of the month and
already someone's tried to kill me! Do I have some sort of
sign on me saying 'Please kill me!' or something?!"
	Drew stood up, went into the kitchen and returned with
an ice pack. "Here, you better put this on your hand before
it swells much more."
Jason looked down at his right hand, it was swollen and
slowly turning an ugly shade of purple. He was still in such
a state of shock, he hadn't even noticed.
	Drew sat down on the sofa and turned off the TV and
asked, "What happened?"
	Jason winced slightly as he put the ice pack on his
hand, then told them what had happened. Afterward, Jeff shook
his head growling something about 'crazy drunk drivers.' Drew
sat looking shocked and shook his head. "Just think if that
guy hadn't grabbed you when he did...! Sort'a weird though
that he ran off like that."
Jason shrugged, "Well, I'm thankful all the same! If he
hadn't, I'd be a smear on a wall right now." He stood
shakily, "I think I'm gonna' crash, I'm still a bit shaken
up." Jason walked down the hall and ascended the stairs.
	Drew called from the living room, "Hope your hand
doesn't swell up to much. See you in the morning."
	Jason entered his room and flicked on the light, he
stripped down to his boxers and crawled into his futon bed,
wincing as he noticed a dark bruise on his thigh. He flicked
out the lights and was soon asleep.

* * *

	Jason sat bolt upright in his bed, staring wildly about
him. A pair of red, unblinking eyes glinted from the other
side of his window, staring at him. "What the fuck?!" he
shouted. The window burst inwards and a small red thing dived
onto his bed. It lifted itself up on doubly jointed arms and
knees and glared at him, then flashed a gin of wickedly
spiked teeth. "Jesu---" Jason was cut short as a pair of
small claw-like hands covered his mouth. He tried to lift his
arms but more of the small red, scaly creatures swarmed over
his arms and legs, tearing his sheets and holding him fast
with sharp little claws. More grabbed him from behind and
pulled him flat on the bed.
	His head was still tilted up, and he struggled against
the creatures holding him down. They were surprisingly strong
for such little things. The larger one, that had crashed
through the window stalked up the bed and stepped onto his
stomach. Jason uttered a smothered scream, it's feet felt
like hot coals on his skin. The creature pressed its feet
cruelly into his skin. Now that it was closer, he could see
that its skin was covered in small red boils or scales, and
that wisps of sulphurous smoke rose from slit-like nostrils
in its face.
	The beast paused, crouching on his muscular abs. It
raised its arm above Jason's chest and uncurled a long, razor
sharp claw. It raised its hand over its head. Jason struggled
against the beasts and screamed as the claw was plunged
straight down into his chest.

* * *

	Jason sat bolt upright in his bed, screaming. He
franticly pressed his hands against his chest and looked
down. His chest was sweaty, but void of any holes. Jason
sighed in relief and then, looking out of his window stood
and pulled on a tank top. He crossed his room to the window
and peered out into the early morning sunlight. He pulled
open the window and inhaled the chill air. Then he looked
down at the windowsill. There were tiny scorch marks along
the sill, shaped like three pronged feet.
	He glanced into the backyard of the house. Several
small, burnt out craters littered the grass. "Oh Shit! The
landlords gonna kill us!" he swore.
	Jason pulled on a pair of jeans and raced downstairs. He
burst into the kitchen, Jeff and Drew looked up from their
cereal.
	"Glad to see you're feeling better!" Drew greeted him.
	Jason looked at them both in astonishment, "Haven't you
seen the backyard?!"
	Drew and Jeff looked at each other in confusion and
shrugged, Jeff looked back at Jason, "Yeah, I put the garbage
bags out this morning. What about it?"
	Jason stared at him in astonishment. "Didn't you notice
anything strange about it...? Maybe the smoldering craters?!"
	Jeff just looked blankly back at him, "Sorry, didn't see
anything, and I think I would have noticed that!"
	Jason pulled open the back door and ran onto the porch.
The yard empty except for leaves. Jason walked slowly back
into the kitchen, shaking his head. "I swear I saw it!"
	Drew looked worriedly at him, "I think you might have
hit your head last night. You should take it easy today."
	Jeff rose from the table and put his bowl in the sink.
"I told you this place was cursed!" he said.
	Jason glanced at him, wide eyed, "You mean you believe
me?"
Jeff glanced back at him, then smiled and said patronizingly,
"Sure I do. But right now I'm heading out with Cindy (Cindy
was his girlfriend). We should be out till fairly late, and I
don't want to be disturbed on my cell. Unless of course, you
see little demons doing pagan rituals in the yard or the
walls start bleeding or something... Then you can call me,
wouldn't want to miss something as exciting as that!" He
walked towards the doorway and paused, twirling his finger by
the side of his head and mouthing to Drew, "Crazy!" Then he
laughed and bounded out the door.
	"Arrrgh!" Jason yelled in exasperation, "I'm not crazy!"
	Drew, laughed and then stood, "course your not!" he said
and patted 	Jason on the shoulder. "Look, I feel sorta'
bad about leaving you here, alone, especially in your
condition--"
	"I don't have a condition!" Jason yelled.
	"--but we've got the stage hall booked this morning and
we need to start prepping for the play." Continued Drew,
ignoring the interruption. Drew had been backing towards the
door the whole time he was talking. "But I'll leave my cell
on so you can call if you need anything..." He grasped the
door handle, "or if the walls start bleeding!" He burst into
laughter and yanked the door open, rushing outside.
	"I'll get you both this evening!" Jason yelled after
him, then shook his head and grinned.
	Jason trudged upstairs into his bedroom and got dressed
properly before he sat down and opened up his email on his
laptop. It 'blinged', telling him he had mail. He looked in
the inbox. There was one message. It was from 'Angel
Matthew'. Who the hell is that? Jason asked himself. He
opened the email. There were only two words;
	'Get out!'
	Jason shrugged and closed the message. A moment later
another message appeared from 'Angel Matthew', Jason opened
it up.
	'Get out now! Run!'
	"What the fuck?" Jason cursed and closed the message.
Again, another one appeared.
	'Fine, turn on your TV.'
	"OK, this is getting irritating" Jason said, he moved to
close the window.
	A new message opened up on its own, before he could even
close it.
	'Humor me.'
	Jason sighed, "What the hell," and stood up and turned
on the small television on the other side of the room.
	The TV showed a house from the outside. Suddenly Jason
noticed someone standing near a window. It was him! The
picture changed, now it showed the underside of a bed. There
was a block of something that looked like C4 and a red
flashing light. With a shock Jason recognized it as his bed.
Shakily he sunk on all fours and peered under his bed. A
block of C4 with a flashing light was stuck to his bed.
	"Oh Shit!" Jason scrambled back. His laptop blinged and
a new message opened.
	'Now will you run?'
	Jason jumped up and grabbed his laptop before rushing
down the stairs and out the front door. He was running across
the front yard when the explosion picked him up and tossed
him through the air. He landed heavily on the grass beside
the road. As flaming debris fell around him, a black Lotus
Elise with tinted windows pulled up on the road in front of
him. The passenger door opened and the driver called out,
"Get in!"
Jason raised his head and stammered, "What? Who are you?"
	"Just shut up and get in! We don't have much time before
they get here!" the driver said hurriedly.
	Jason didn't move, "What are you talking about? Who?"
	"Get in!" the driver yelled. Jason stayed where he was
and a large muscular arm reached out and hauled him bodily
into the car. The door slammed and the car sped off down the
street. As they turned the corner, Jason looked back and
caught sight of several black SUV's pull up outside his house
and people in black with machine guns swarmed around the
wreckage of the house and began searching for something.
	Jason turned and looked at his rescuer for the first
time. He wore a long black leather trench coat that hid his
body and a black cowl shrouded his face. The whole car smelt
faintly of lilies and jasmine, the odour seemed to emanate
from the driver. The driver's head turned towards him and
Jason could make out a pair of lightening blue eyes staring
intently at him, then the driver turned back to the road.
Jason pressed himself against the door, and tried the handle.
It was locked. He started yelling, "What the fuck is going
on? Who are you? Were are you taking me?"
	The driver didn't even turn his head, finally he said
quietly, "I'm taking you somewhere safe. Try to get some
sleep, it will be a long journey."
	Jason, now angry and panic stricken, started to smash
his bulk against the car door. "Let me out you piece of
shit!"
	The driver stuck out his right hand in front of Jason's
face and spread his fingers. A soft, white glow spread out
from his palm and Jason felt his eyes close with sleep as his
head slumped forward onto his chest.

* * *

All right, lets recap. Jason's gay (well duh!). He's hot
(again with the 'duh!'). Someone or something is trying to
kill him and his housemates think he's crazy. Oh yeah, and
he's being kidnapped to boot.
I hope you enjoyed it, if you have any comments or
suggestions, email me at ArchangelMatthew72@Hotmail.com . Don't bother with
sending
me spelling or grammar corrections; I'm not going to change
it. If no-one writes anything to me, then I'll assume you all
think I'm a crap writer and should stop now for the greater
good of humanity. On the other hand, if you gentle folk do
decide to grace me with a little of your time and I receive
messages of support and encouragement, then I'll try and get
Part 2 written up and posted ASAP.