The Protectors, A. D. Knight [ebook reader .txt] 📗

"C-coach," I stammered turning around to face him.
"This was never supposed to happen, kid," he apologized.
"Why are you here," I demanded.
"The big guy upstairs think you need help, and I need to pay for my crimes with community service, so I'm here to help kid," he said ashamedly.
"How can you help," I asked.
"Angel can heal you, but first you need to let go. Seth won't get the boost he needs unless you let go, kid," he told me.
Suddenly, it wasn't black anymore. I could see myself lying on the couch. I was lying there as my friends were attacked. They were getting their asses kicked! All because they were worried about me. I knew what I had to do.
"Why should I trust you," I demanded, already knowing my choice.
"No choice, kid," he told me.
"Forgive me Seth," I whispered.
Seth

We were getting our asses kicked, and Mae's breathing was growing shallower. I managed to kick the guy off of me and into the guy creeping towards Mae. She wasn't looking too good now, worse than when we brought her in.
"Fogive me, Seth," Mae whispered.
"No," I shouted as Mae's final breath left her in a sigh.
Anger blinded me as everything moved in slow motion. Suddenly a demonic fire ball was in my hand. Without a second thought I vaporized the attackers and kneeled before Mae. I pulled her into my arms, but she lay so limp.
"Mae," I called out.
She didn't move, not even a twitch. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, so cold and dead. How could I let her die? I was supposed to protect her. I was supposed to keep her safe and sound. How could I fail so soon? I looked up as a figure walked towards us out of the shadows in our home.
"Isn't this quaint," Coach sneered.
"You're supposed to be dead," Ash said moving protectively in front of us.
"The little idiot gave her life for mine thinking it would save you," he laughed.
"You tricked her," I demanded.
"Not very hard," he leered.
"You bastard," I snarled.

Imprint

Text: Copyright for the text goes to M. M. J. Guzman. All text was from her imagination.
Publication Date: 11-25-2010

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Dedication:
Thanks to my best friends, if it wasn't for you none of this would exist.