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took a turn and nodded. “All
right. Let’s go.”
    Kara ran up the rise on the bridge.
Her rage increased with each stride; it surged through her like a
tidal wave. Her elemental power danced on the edges of her fingers.
She had learned to control it better. It wasn’t wild anymore but
soothing and tame. She wasn’t sure how she did it, but now she
could keep it boiling inside her and ready. Lilith was going to pay
for taking the children, and for ruining her angel life.
    Straining her M-5 suit, Kara bolted up
the rest of the bridge and charged through the gateway and into the
courtyard.
    Soft light glowed from torches that
lined the walls. Hundreds of men and women fought each other in the
large open courtyard. Their bloodied hands reflected hideously in
the moonlight. They cut and tore at each other’s flesh. Broken
bodies lay on the ground, drenched in pools of blood. Moans and
guttural grunts reverberated throughout the courtyard. The mortals
all turned as one and faced the angels. Madness gleamed in their
eyes. Kara heard Jenny gasp behind her and Peter shrieked. Sunken
faces twisted in unrecognizable masks of anger. Blood rolled off
their arms and legs as they paced around in a feral distemper. The
stink of blood rose in Kara’s nose.
    David stood by Kara. “Now this sight
is a little disturbing. I feel like I’m stuck in a b-rated zombie
movie. It’s as if the entire village has gone mad—and they forgot
to bathe.”
    Kara nodded absentmindedly. Her mouth
was sewn shut. The grip on her dagger loosened. She stared at the
horror before them without blinking.
    A man with a mask of blood broke from
the mob and stepped forward. He pointed a dirty finger at Kara and
the others. “Kill! Kill them! Kill them all!”
    David cursed loudly.
    Kara stepped backwards.
    With a thunderous roar, hundreds of
bloody mortals stumbled towards them.
     
     

Chapter 3
    An angry mob of
mortals
     
     
     
    “ R un!”
    The angels split up. Kara
rocketed down the eastside of the courtyard as the others
disappeared from view to the west. She hurtled over debris and
large boulders as she ran deeper into the castle. Fragments of the north
and west curtain walls outlined what remained of the large
square. Shadows veiled the deep corners of
the courtyard, and Kara blinked through the impenetrable darkness.
She raised her hand in front of her face and kept running into the
thick blackness—not looking back—trying not to imagine the horror
that followed closely behind her. She lowered her head and ran
harder.
    Something caught on her boot. Kara
stumbled and fell hard.
    A grunt sounded behind her.
    Kara whirled around. A filthy man in a
torn and bloody white shirt shuffled towards her. His eyes
glistened with the ruthless look of a killer. He flailed his arms
in front of him as though he were sleepwalking. Dark blood oozed
from a large gash across his chest.
    The man lunged.
    The bitter odor of his sour breath
stung her nostrils before she rolled out of the way. As she pushed
herself up, excruciating pain exploded in her calf, and she went
down again. The man clung to her leg with his teeth, as though her
calf was a piece of corn. He pulled back his head with incredible
force and tore off a piece of her mortal suit.
    Kara cried out in pain as the man’s
teeth pierced her mortal flesh again. She kicked out madly and hit
the side of a crumbling wall with her boots. A shower of pebbles
and dust fell down onto them. She kept kicking. The wall quivered,
and a large rock fell onto the man’s head with a sickening crack.
He went down like a dead tree.
    She froze. She had just killed a
mortal. Frozen in fear of what was going to happen to her, she
waited. Wails echoed into the night, and Kara waited.
    The man lay on his side. His chest
rose and fell almost imperceptibly—he was still alive. Swiftly, she
patted herself down and peered through the darkness for any
irregularities. Everything seemed in its place. She was still
standing; she