Jason stood up and looked at the Angel's out stretched hand. It was late afternoon, and long shadows had stretched out across the yard. Jason could see smoke rising in the distance. He looked back to the Angel. An old memory came to his mind. A long time ago, his Dad had said a saying to him: "Blood is thicker than water". At the time it hadn't meant much, but now it made a world of difference. Jason look at the Angel's hand again. Then, in a flash of speed, he raised the shotgun, pointed it directly at the Angels face. He pumped it.
"You, would have me betray my own race. You, yourself, who is fighting your own kind and your God's children. Hell has come to earth. And it is salvation?!? No I'm afraid that I decline your offer. Now get the fuck off this lawn" Jason said to the Angel coldly. "And go now, before I change my mind and blow your head off."
"You, would have me betray my own race. You, yourself, who is fighting your own kind and your God's children. Hell has come to earth. And it is salvation?!? No I'm afraid that I decline your offer. Now get the fuck off this lawn" Jason said to the Angel coldly. "And go now, before I change my mind and blow your head off."