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My Umbrella-ella-ella

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“Alright, Colman, she should be within 300 feet of where you are.”  The scratchy voice of a young boy transmitted through the light-pink pin attached to Colman’s chest, unable to be heard by anyone within earshot except for the wearer.  It was raining, and Colman twirled the black umbrella he had bought at a convenience store earlier in the day, watching as the beads of water fell off the material.  He paused in his step and glanced around the area, his target should be around here, according to what Byrd had said.  Apparently, finding the one human, out of the billions in existence, who would decide the fate of this earth was not as easy as it sounded, as though it sounded easy to begin with.  He sighed and rubbed at his forehead for a moment before continuing to walk, he must keep searching, right?

He had barely taken a step when he was suddenly overwhelmed by the presence of demons in the area, probably the shadows that had been chosen by Erifa to guard the girl he sought.  If he could just figure out where the shadows were, the girl would be nearby.  The shadows were beings that had been eating away at her soul since her birth; they wouldn’t let her leave their sight for a second.  Colman stayed still, testing the way the air felt, searching for irregularities.  His eyes widened as he found the change he was looking for, the change that meant the presence of a demon, a creature that would suck the life out of anything if given the chance.  He turned on his heel and ran toward the spot, stopping only when he came upon a group of five boys, roughly 18 or 19, gathered around something…or rather someone.  Colman ducked behind a tree, shutting his umbrella as he did so.  He peered around the massive trunk and listened to the group.

“She’s not even respondin’ to ya, Jesse.”  An average boy, hair wet and sticking to his head from the rain, spoke up, glancing to the boy standing in the middle, presumably the leader of this pitiful excuse for a gang.  Colman sighed, remembering the days when there was no such thing as evil or wrong, but that was long ago, when he was young.  He shook his head out of his past and focused back at the conversation.  

“I know it.  It’s like she dun even care if we do or dun to anythin’ to ‘er.”  Jesse wasn’t a particularly big fellow, bigger than Colman, but just above average height for a boy.  He wore a hat twisted backward on his head, and stood as though nothing in the world could tear him down.  “Why dun ya come along with us, baby?  It’d be nice tag it out of the rain and have some fun tonight, right?”  His buddies grinned and chuckled, probably imagining the “fun” that they would be having with this girl.  

There was a moment of silence where Jesse waited for an answer, and when none came Colman could see his shoulders tighten.  “Well, since ya didn’t object to it, we’re gonna show ya a good time.”  Jesse lifted his arm to make a grab at the girl, but instead of reaching for the girl he found his hand being swatted away by Colman.

“’The fuck?  Where’d ya come from?  Git the fuck outta my way.”  Jesse said, caressing his hand as though it were wounded and in need of immediate medical attention.

“Sorry, boys, but this young lady already has plans tonight, and they don’t involve any of you.”  Colman stood back, creating an effective barrier between the group of rowdy teens, and the girl he was sent to find.  She was sitting on the ground, muddy, wet, and barely aware of the situation.  Colman expected as much from a girl who had spent all of her life having her soul taken out of her bit by bit.  That was the aim of Erifa after all, take her soul, her heart, so that all she sees is the evil in the world, of course she would want to destroy it that way.  But Colman’s objective was the opposite.  Restore her soul to her, so that she could save this planet, the planet that so many called home.

“Well, look at you, Mr. Tough-guy, huh?  How old are ya anyway, 15, 16?  Git outta the way now, and we’ll leave ya alone.”  Jesse said, mocking Colman.  His buddies laughed.

“Sorry, sir, but I can’t let you have her.”  Colman leaned lazily on his umbrella, staring into Jesse’s eyes, waiting for the attack that would come.

“Seriously?  Ya think ya can take all of us?  Ya better git a reality check there, shorty.”  Jesse grinned and brought his fist back and then thrust it toward Colman’s face.  Colman grinned and lifted a hand, catching the fist in it.  Jesse blinked, dumbfounded, as Colman pushed his hand forward, sending his attacker backward.  It wasn’t enough to knock him to the ground, but it was enough to put the fear in the gang leader, Colman could see it in his eyes.  Colman was small, but thousands of years of fighting and training had built him into what he was currently, and he was a battle angel, designed by God for protecting, he was the perfect fighter.  

“You’re good, but how ya gonna protect yourself now?”  He stood still, smiling as the gang members drew weapons, pocketknives, that he guessed they had been concealing.  They rushed at him, and as a first reaction Colman placed his left hand over his right wristband, preparing to draw his dagger, but then it hit him.  He couldn’t use his weapon when masquerading as a human, just through the way he obtained the dagger they’d know something supernatural was up.  He hesitated and ended up having to duck quickly and jump back to avoid being sliced.  Colman slipped in the mud and dug his umbrella into the ground to steady himself.  It was then when he got a brilliant idea.  He pulled the umbrella up over his shoulder and shifted his stance to one more suitable for fighting.  “This’ll have to do, I suppose.”  Colman said, smiling at Jesse, who looked at him as though he were the village idiot.

The group charged at him, five on one, and extremely unfair match, although it was Jesse who was at the disadvantage.  Colman thrust the umbrella out, hitting one of the gang members in the side, he gasped as the breath was knocked out of them, and with the flick of a wrist, Colman sent him about ten feet to his left.  Colman then switched gears, turning to the next person, who gave a quick slash with his knife.  Colman easily dodged and then with a kick knocked the person to the ground.  The remaining three were hesitant about attacking, but, after a moment of silent discussion, they came at Colman again.  The front two came in for a stab with their knives, but Colman caught the knives in his umbrella, and he pulled the weapon’s from their owners, leaving them sticking halfway into the now useless umbrella.  He spun the umbrella and grabbed the two knives and dropped his faithful umbrella to the ground.  He looked at the remaining boy, Jesse, as he changed fighting stances once again to one that more suited using two weapons at once.  “This isn’t exactly the good time you were looking for, was it?”  Colman said.

Jesse snarled and charged forward, pulling a gun from his pocket as he did so.  Colman’s eyes narrowed at the appearance of the new, and much more dangerous, weapon.  He acted quickly, knowing that the sound of gunshots would attract police to the scene, and that would mean that he would probably end up having to go to the hospital, so they could check for injuries, and Colman had a feeling that the nurses would be surprised when they found out he had no heartbeat.

Colman saw Jesse’s finger twitch on the trigger, and he ran forward.  He punched Jesse in the stomach twice, and while he was off guard he grabbed the weapon from his hand and then kicked him to the ground.  Colman folded the gun in half and tossed it on the ground next to Jesse.  “I think we’re done here.”  Colman said, glaring at the boy before heading back toward the girl, who hadn’t moved, but looked in complete shock.  He picked up the umbrella and opened it; it was broken and full of holes.  He sighed and shut it again before offering a hand to the girl to help her up.  “You okay?”
The girl didn’t speak, but nodded, taking his hand and standing up.  Colman then turned the hand-hold into a hand shake, “I’m Colman, and you?”

“Cecilia.”

“That’s a good name.  Can I walk you home?  I would offer you my umbrella to keep you dry, but as of right now it won’t do much good.”  Colman laughed, the girl just stared at him blankly.

“I’m already wet.”

“You make a good point!”  Colman said, “However, the question still remains, will you let me walk you home?”

Cecilia remained quiet, and then nodded.

“Great!  Let’s go!”  Colman took a few steps forward before noticing that Cecilia was heading in the other direction.  “Oh.  Hey, wait up!”
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