Chronicles Of A Dead Boy p.2Chronicles of a Dead Boy
Prologue part 2/3
When Drew opened his eyes, he was in front of the San Francisco General Hospital. He stepped inside and began walking down the hall. As he was walking, a beam of pure light hit off of a window and hit his eyes. He quickly threw a hand over his eyes. Damned light, he thought, it turns my clothes white, it follows me were ever I go, and I look like a freakn bird.
That was what most people saw when the saw the messengers, or reapers, or even angels as most people call them. A man or woman clad in white with light protruding out of his or her back, and a small sickle-like knife hidden within their robes. Sometimes, if the light is small enough, their robes appear black. Drew laughed to himself. The human race are infamous for thinking anything dark as opposed to anything light is evil or holy, respectively. The messengers are holy b