Just like the other posts. I only gave myself 30 minutes to writing this story. I had a lot fun writing this one, so I might keep writing it after the 30 days are up. Hopefully you guys like this story as much as I do. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Have a good day/night.
Till next time, happy reading and happy writing.
Writing Prompt #1.038You sip your coffee at your favorite hole-in-the-wall café across from a crumbling and congested elevated highway. It's nearly midnight, but you don't want to go home. Your heart is aching. Your grandmother has been taken by a man your kind knows by reputation but no one has seen up close — a fallen angel who will hunt down anyone or anything if the price is right. The owner of the café, an old woman with a weathered face, offers you another cup and a smile of sympathy. When a scruffy-jawed man with thick boots and violet eyes enters the café, the old woman nearly drops her coffee pot. The café owner calls him by name, the shock in her eyes palpable as she begins to tremble. The man nods a greeting to her. Then he notices you and, to your surprise, marches right over to your table with an aggressive, animalistic intent. You hop to your feet and quickly whisper an incantation. He stops in his tracks and smiles, as much as his gruff exterior will allow. "I haven't picked a fight with a Benandanti in a hundred years. Why would I start now?" You slowly sit back down as the man makes himself comfortable in the opposite seat. "Word on the street is that you are looking for a man with broken wings. I have a lead or two, but first could you help me with a little something?" He takes off his fedora to reveal two horns sprouting from his head. You wave your hands, and in an instant the horns disappear. "Thanks, buddy. Now let's get to work."
I’m lost in my thoughts as I sip my coffee. While no one has seen a fallen angel in over 50 years, I know for sure that they are the one that took my grandmother. No one believes me when I tell them, who took my grandmother. The bell over the door to Jasen Coffee, rings pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up and see a tall male. I notice that his thick black boots are covered in mud. His faded blue jeans have no mud on them. He has no shirt on but the markings of a fallen-angel. As I keep looking over him, he is looking around the room but when Jasen squeal and almost drops the coffee pot she is holding. His head snaps over towards us and I am taken back by his violet eyes as they land on me. I then here Jasen say.
“Xavier” She says trembling, He tips hat and nods his head towards her. Then he marches over towards where I am sitting, with an aggressive, animalistic intent. Before I can even think it through, I’m jumping to my feet and quickly whisper the incantation for protection. He stops in his tracks and tries to smile reassuringly. It slightly works but I keep standing.
“I haven’t picked a fight with a Benandanti in over a hundred years. Why would I want to start a fight with one now?” He says and I sit back down in my seat as Xavier makes himself comfortable in the opposite seat from you. He looks over me and nods his head. “So, the word the street is that you are looking for a man with broken wings, is the correct?” He asks while looking out the window.
“Why do you care if I am looking for a man with broken wings?” I ask not looking away from him. He quickly look over at me.
“Because I have information that might help you.” He states. “But I need something first.” He takes off his hat to reveal two horns sprouting from his head. I sigh waving my hand and muttering the incantation for glamor and the horns disappear. “Thank you, Ma’am. Now let’s get to work.” I just stare at him. He nods his head. “We have a lot of work to do.” He waves Jasen over. I shake my head as I notice that she had walked away. As she gets closer Xavier smiles. “I’ll take a creamer with a splash of coffee and an everything bagel with cream cheese.” I just stare at them. Once Jasen leave, I look at him.
“So, what do you know?” I ask. When he doesn’t answer me, I growl at him. He tilts his head then shakes it.
“Let me eat, first. Then we can get to work.” He says raising a finger. “I know you want to find this broken-winged beast, but in order to do that we need to take care of ourselves.”
