Angel's Touch

t hum of a suburban HVAC business had seemed like the perfect antidote to the chaos he'd left behind. The memories of blood-soaked battlefields and missions gone awry still lingered, but they we

g cold storage facilities. That was a huge chunk of financial increase to his thriving business. HVAC business was vast and profitable in the

rriage. He takes a quick glance at the beautiful Black-haired woman seated a few seats across from him; she reminds him of Priya. She looked important and middle-aged also se

ed, or she's divorced,

her giving that since his last breakup he has h

g up to her on the train is a lame way of getting her contact. Looking at how she compose

st wrapped up a good deal with a new client, and the most important thing on his mind is to treat himsel

the back of his neck stood up as he turned toward the source of the commotion. At first, he thought it was just a fight between humans that escalated into something bloody-people could get cra

at anyone who stood in their way; it looked as if they were heading towards someone or something. The train car was in chaos, people screaming, trying to scramble away from

re still there. Rico didn't think-he acted. He lunged at the nearest attacker as it charged toward the opposite direction, grabbing the arm that was raised to strike another victim. W

. He barely registered the pain in his side as the blade sunk into the creature's abdomen. It shrieked, a high-pitched sound that rattled his teeth, before crumbling

g deep into his skin. He retaliated instinctively, using the knife to slice across the creature's throat. It gurgled, the life draining from it before it

which. But one thing was clear: they were not ordinary people. The two corpses lying there were n

ed in the atmosphere. While most onlookers would have brought their phones out to take a video for their internet community, most of them were terrified looking at the dead monster that will probably haunt their dreams for days to come. When he checked his phone, the WiFi was not working; Rico took a look at the

, her eyes locked on him. She hadn't screamed, like the rest; two men holding guns stood before her. She was watching

flooded out, Beth made her way toward him, noting her ap

the bloody mess. Rico has no interest in hanging around till the police come;

t has been,