Chapter 2: The First Rule and Second.

Calm. Down.

Remember what Ma said, breathe and remember the first rule. 

I need to be fast, get SWIFT. 

Get shelter, water, intelligence, fire, and the gun. 

I looked at my orange juice on the ground again. I say my final goodbyes and slink into the shadows of the overhanging rooftop of a clothing store, my back to the wall, to scan my surroundings. My fingers naturally scratch at my fur that I feel is slowly retreating back into my skin. Then I touch for the pistol that's in my bag. I breathe.

Unlocking the safety of the gun, I peek out. There's still chaos around me; people are running off from here and screaming. I don't see anybody that could hurt me, so it should be fine now to look for water again. My first steps out of the darkness were met with a blast of fire my face narrowly avoided by an inch. The sudden brightness made me pull back and cover my eyes, as I try to blink out the white I hear the shattering of glass.

A deep, gutter of an inhuman roared out to the space. I wince at the sound and felt like it could've shaken the ground. It was then followed by the flapping of bird wings, the piercing of the thick hide, and the splatter of blood. 

In fact. There's some of it right here. The blood was bright red-orange and it sizzled into the concrete. I feel the world start to blur around me. 

"My dear flower. Pay attention."

I hear Ma's soothing voice as she combs through my wavy hair. Oh yeah. I need to remember this. Stop staring at the pretty plants outside.

Ma continued, "What did I say about demons and angels?" 

"U-um... They are bad?"

She chuckles, "That is certainly true flower. But that is not what I said earlier." Her warm fingers gently lifts me up and brought me face to face with her red-orange eyes to my dark ones. 

"Stitch this to your heart. No matter what form, a witch, horse, or even the very dirt we walk upon: They all shall bleed the colors of autumn." 

I saw a body thrown fast followed by a gust of wind bringing me out of my memory, hear the sound smattering of meat crashing into the window beside me, and felt the emotion of panic rise. 

When I glance back into the store I saw a twitching corpse dressed in spikes and scales. I instinctually held my pistol to my chest. Calm. Down. Despite saying this to myself, I felt my hairs becoming thicker as I try to hide more in the darkness. An earlier memory popped up in my head. 

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"Now flower, tell me what is the second rule of The Apocalypse."

I colored in my drawing of a pretty lotus with pink as I answer her, "To not interact with them."

"Who is them?" 

"The funny red men and bird ladies mommy!"  

"Say their names properly." 

"Demons and angels!" 

"Good job!" Mommy rubbed my head and I laugh as I try to shake her hand off. Then she does the weird hand gestures again and makes my hair instantly all un-messed up. 

I hear the flapping of wings come closer to this location. I clutched my pistol and tried to murmur a spell: 

"Ground, Wind, Plants, I Belong With." Bits of my magic awoken, weaving around me like a net, and then stood still.

The angel came down to the ground as I hitch my breath. She sported two pairs of wings and a silken simple white dress. Her right arm which was feathered on the sides came up and pointed at the demon in the store. 

Vrrroom... Crick.

A beam of light shot out of her finger and I saw it obliterate the demon. Shards of ash was all that was left. The angel nodded and then flapped back up, only to get shot by a blast of fire which brought her out of my sight. 

I think... maybe going south wasn't as good of an idea to get SWIFT as I thought. 

Man.