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The Day You Disappeared	By : addykins1989 Category: G through L > Legion Views: 1108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Day You Disappeared
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                “What in the hell- Where did y’all come from?!” the police officer screeched at the two men on the ground in front of her. The dark haired man turned to look at his blonde companion, bewildered. The blonde was at a loss as well, neither knew what to say to explain their predicament. “Did you jump from up there?” The officer continued. “Are y’all on drugs? Hello, I’m talkin’ to you,” the officer snapped her fingers at the two men, gaining there attention. “Where did you come from?” The blonde raised a finger toward the sky, inching away from the officer. “Don’t play with me, where did you get the drugs from?”
                “What drugs?” the blonde asked. “We’re not on drugs!”
                “Uh huh, and I guess you just fell from Heaven, honey. Did they come from Jesus?” the officer asked. The brunette man looked to the blonde in confusion.
                “Does she mean the son?” he asked.
                “Jesus is the son of a drug runner from Cuba, if that’s what you mean. Did he give you something?”
                “He gives us everything!” the brunette said forcefully. “He is the lamb, the way, how can you not know who he is?!”
                “Do not raise your voice to me, sir. Tell me about what Jesus gave you,”
                “Why do you say it like that?” the blonde asked, cutting off the brunette before he got them in more trouble.
                “That’s how it’s pronounced,” the officer said. “Hay-soos,” she enunciated.
                “What book are you people reading? It’s Jesus!” the blonde said. "Jee-zuhs,"
                “Oh lord, here we go,” the officer said. “Face the vehicle and keep your hands where I can see ‘em, not you blondie,” she pointed at the blonde who moved to do as she ask.
                “What? I don’t understand,” the brunette said, refusing to move from his spot.
                “I’m taking you both down to the station til you get straight, and then we’ll talk about Jesus,” the officer said.
                “We can talk about him here! He taught in public!” the blonde objected.
                “Jesus is recruiting?!” the officer yelled.
                “JESUS!!” the brunette thundered and the officer attacked him with mace, which only made him angrier. He fell back, stumbling and yelling in his pain.
                “Run!” the blonde yelled.
                “I can’t see!” the brunette cried, “Michael!” the blonde grabbed the taller man’s arm and pulled him down the street and away from the officer. Her shouts rang out behind them. “What sorcery is this? Do you know what this is? What did she do to me?” he asked as he was pulled around a corner into an alley.
                “She maced you, get in here,” Michael urged the taller man into the empty dumpster as the sirens grew louder.
                “Maced me? I think I would know the feel of my own weapon, Michael,”
                “Not like the mace you carry, Gabriel. Mace is a spray used on attackers,” Michael explained.
                “But I wasn’t attacking her! You know I wasn’t!”
                “Yes, but she didn’t,” Michael said. “Humans are jumpy; we have to be more careful. Great start, Gabriel,”
                “So mature, Michael. Where are we?” Gabriel asked, still nursing his burning eyes.
                “In a dumpster,” Michael said matter-of-factly.
                “It’s revolting,” Gabriel said, his nose wrinkled in disgust as he looked up at his brother.
                “Yes, thank you for the assessment, Gabriel. If you hadn’t scared that woman, we wouldn’t be here right now,”
                “I didn’t mean to scare her; I was just…never mind. How will we find her like this Michael?”
                “We should look for a shelter. We can start fresh in the morning,” Michael said, opening the dumpster’s lid just a crack to look outside. “The coast is clear; let’s get out of here while we can,”
                Gabriel followed his brother out onto the street and they made sure to walk away from the faint echoes of sirens. They walked for miles, past suburbs, grocery stores and busy streets.
                “What is wrong with these people?” Gabriel asked after a carload of teenage girls honked and yelled at them as they drove past.
                “So many things,” Michael frowned as it began to rain. “We should get inside,” he said and approached a small brownstone with a pot of purple and red pansies on the porch.
                “Do people live here?” Gabriel asked.
                “I don’t know, Gabriel, but it’s our only option,” Michael said as he began to pick the lock. When he pushed the door open, they both rushed inside and locked the door behind them, happy to be off the streets. “I think someone does actually live here,” Michael said, looking around the living room. Pictures of people dotted the walls, intermingled with a wrought iron music staff and several paintings on canvas. The coffee table was littered with food magazines and pieces of paper with half-copied recipes. A green and silver rosary sat on top of a copy of Understanding the Dreams You Dream. Gabriel was looking at the pictures on the walls when he saw a very familiar face.
                “Michael, look!” he pointed to his wife in one of the pictures. “Do you think she lives here?” he asked.
                “I don’t know, but it’s possible. Look, he’s a preacher,” Michael gestured to an older man wearing the black and white collar of the cloth.
                “She’s been in good hands, then,” Gabriel sighed. “Father has taken care of her,”
                “And it looks like she’s a believer,” Michael indicated the rosary on the coffee table.
                “She always loved green,” Gabriel smiled.
                “She loves every color,” Michael teased.
                “True,” Gabriel conceded.
                Both men froze as they heard a key in the lock, and a red headed young woman walked in. Upon seeing them, both men tried to stop her before she could attack them, but were unsuccessful. The young woman shot her umbrella into Gabriel’s windpipe and whacked the side of Michael’s head, sending both of them crashing to the floor with cries of pain. The woman jumped over Gabriel and grabbed her rosary from the coffee table and pulled a phone out of her pocket.
                “You fuckers have ten seconds to get out!” she yelled, her voice surprisingly calm given the situation.
                “I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you!” Michael said, rubbing his head. “But we don’t have anywhere to go,” he explained as Gabriel coughed beside him. The young woman looked from Michael to Gabriel, who was coughing pitifully, and sank to the floor, her knees to her chest.
                “There are tons of shelters in this city, you don’t need to break into my house!” the woman yelled.
                “We were being chased,” Gabriel rasped. “We had to hide,” he explained to the carpet.
                “Hide from who?” the woman asked, looking back at Michael.
                “Jesus,” he said, hating the lie. He looked over at Gabriel who was glaring at him and Michael shook his head.
                “Oh God, now I’m gonna have a drug dealer in my house too! Look, I’m sorry I hit you, but I can’t get caught up in that shit!”
                “We can protect you,” Michael said soothingly, raising a hand to calm the woman. “Please let us stay,” Gabriel gave another piteous cough and the woman looked at him with concern.
                “Ok,” she said, rising to her feet. “You can stay, but only for a few days,” she crossed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from a high cabinet. In the living room, Michael was talking to Gabriel heatedly.
                “It is her!” he whispered loudly. Gabriel looked dumbfounded and was about to answer when the woman handed him a glass of water. He thanked her and did a double-take as she walked past. It was her!
                “Sorry about the umbrella thing, I just kinda panicked,” the woman said as she joined them on the floor.
                “It’s understandable,” Michael said, rubbing his head, which was starting to pound. “You’re handy with that,” he remarked with a wan smile.
                “Not really, it was just instinct,” the woman shrugged.
                “What’s your name?” Michael asked.
                “Oh! I’m Emily,”
                “I’m Michael, and this is my brother Gabriel,” Michael gestured to the taller man, who sat with a far off look on his face. “Gabriel?” Michael swatted him on the arm and Gabriel snapped to attention.
                “Hmm? Sorry,” he said, sounding distracted.
                “It’s okay,” Emily smiled at him shyly, and Gabriel’s heart melted. God, he’d missed that smile! But this wasn’t truly his Adara, was it? “You might as well get settled. The couches are both comfy, and the remotes on the coffee table. And this is staying with me,” she grabbed the umbrella, dropping her rosary at Gabriel’s feet. The emerald beads shimmered in the light as Gabriel picked it up and held it out to her. “Oh!” she crouched to gather the necklace from his hand, her eyes on the bruise forming on his throat. “I really am sorry about that,” Emily reached a delicate hand out to touch Gabriel’s throat with the pad of her finger. Gabriel swallowed and looked up into her green eyes. “Thank you,” she reached into his hand to grab her rosary, her hand a study in contrast from his, delicate and pale where his was dark and calloused.
                “You’re welcome,” Gabriel said as she walked down the hall into her room.
                “Smooth,” Michael commented when her door was closed.
                “I didn’t know what to say, Michael,”
                “Obviously,”
                “What exactly am I supposed to say? ‘Hi, you just nearly crushed my windpipe, but guess what, you’re my wife?’ That would work perfectly,” Gabriel scoffed, getting up to claim a couch. Michael threw a pillow at him, hitting him in the back of his head. Gabriel threw one back hard enough to make it burst upon hitting Michael in the chest, causing the blonde man to laugh. Feathers were still wafting through the air when Emily emerged from her room in her pajamas.
                “What the hell?!” she yelled. “Who broke the pillow?!” Michael and Gabriel both sported deer-in-headlight looks but Gabriel was the first to speak.
                “Michael did it!” he pointed at the blonde. Michael gave a noise of indignation.
                “Gabriel threw it at me!”
                “He threw one at me first!” Gabriel argued, and the two began yelling at each other before Emily yelled over them.
                “I don’t care who broke the pillow, I just want the damn feathers cleaned up! This is not a goose farm!”
                “What’s a goose farm?” she heard Gabriel ask Michael quietly.
                “You know…where geese are raised for their feathers; that’s not the point!” Emily said sharply, trying to keep from smiling. “Just clean it up, please. I’m gonna go grab my pillow,” she disappeared into her room again.
                “Nice, Gabriel,” Michael hissed at his brother, who rolled his eyes.
                “You broke it,” Gabriel said simply.
                “Less talky-talky, more worky-worky,” Emily grumped as she plopped onto a couch behind them. “What?” she said when they both looked at her. “You broke it, you clean it up.”
                “That’s hardly fair,” Michael said. “You’re not going to help?”
                “I didn’t help break it,” Emily smiled evilly and sat back to watch TV.
                A few hours later, Gabriel was the only person still awake. Michael was sprawled upon the small couch in Emily’s reading nook, away from the noise of the television. Emily was slumped over the arm of the larger couch, the umbrella still clutched in her hand. Gabriel shook his head at the young woman and got to his feet, stretching as he did so. Carefully, and ever so gently, he gathered Emily’s sleeping form in his arms and carried her into her bedroom. The walls were lilac, covered with photos of loved ones and bursts of color in the forms of silk wraps and scarves, wind chimes, and mismatched baubles on the multiple shelves and the windowsill. Pinned to the ceiling was a star studded tapestry bordered with astrological signs. In the corner opposite the bed, Gabriel noticed an easel, and several paintings taped to the wall in between a bright yellow scarf and a purple wrap told him she used it often. Gabriel carefully deposited the sleeping woman on the bed and pulled her blankets over her, lovingly brushing some stray wasps of hair from her face before turning to examine her paintings. The first one his eye roved over showed a young man with dark hair and green eyes hammering a coffin together, with a line of coffins in the background. Beneath that hung a collage type piece, showing a bell tower in one corner, a body of water with a woman genuflecting, and a gray figure with wings. The wings caught Gabriel’s attention. How much, if anything, did she remember?
                Muted mumblings from the red head roused Gabriel from his musings. He’d have to remember to ask her later. Gabriel glanced at the sleeping woman before leaving the room soundlessly.
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