Death of an Angel

When we saw the horror of the old mans bloody gashed face as he held the young mutilated six year old, once beautiful, girl, we realized this was no ordinary assignment. We knew both of the them because everyone knew everyone in this town.

The girl had two blue eyes but one had been ripped out. She had one arm ripped off at the elbow and the other's hand had the middle, index, and pinky removed. Her torso had cut open enough that a kidney was showing. Her feet were both missing and a knee cap's skin was ripped off showing nothing but bone. Surprisingly her face was perfectly intact besides the left eye.

The old man had multiple deep gashes running across his face and had what looked like a giant bite wound on his upper thigh. He had run from the place he had found the girl all the way to the police station. He was out of breath but trying to scream.

"LOOK WHAT THEY DID! LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY POOR GRAND DAUGHTER! THEY ALMOST GOT ME TOO IF I HADN'T GRABBED HER AND RAN. GET ME A MEDIC, GET HER FATHER, GET ME JUSTICE!"

He then passed out by the blood loss from his wounds.

As we did what he told and got him a paramedic and started to call the poor girls father I kept looking over at my partner. She was as horrified as i was but kept trying to hide. I was the only one who could read her emotions because we had been partners for seven years. She kept rocking in her chair slightly and biting her bottom lip. She was just as scared as i was to call the girls father.

The girls father was my best friend and the three of us all used to work together. He and I had worked together before my partner had showed up. He had retired after his wife had died after being attacked three months ago. Her body had been found even more mutilated then her daughters. After seeing her body, he said he couldn't take working in our field anymore. We knew this was going to destroy him. His daughter had been his only reason left to live.

The phone rang twice before he answered.

"...Hello?..."

"Hey Rick, Its Jen and Walter."

He could sense the uneasiness in our voices.

"Hey guys, Something wrong? You find another body like.... ya know..."

Words kept getting caught in my throat as i fought back tears. I was pronounced her god father i kept thinking over and over again.

Jen finally said "Yea.. We did Rick. Its uh... Its...."

"Well spit it out" He said oblivious to the truth. Not once considering it could be his baby.

YOU WERE HER GOD FATHER YOU SHOULD HAVE PROTECTED HER Kept running through my brain

"Its... Rick I'm so sorry. Its Angel. Its your baby Angel."

There was a long silence. Then suddenly....

"no, no no no no no no no no no..."

"I'm so sorry Rick."

"no no NO!"

We heard a crash in the back round.

"NO NO NOO!"

I finally found words.

"Rick..... I'm so sorry. I'm going to come by so we can talk. I will be over in a few minutes..."

I left the station still hearing his screams.



As I entered his house I found him grabbing his 12 gauge. He had turned his grief into blind fury.

He didn't know it was me who came through the door and shot wildly. I ran up to him and grabbed the gun. He finally realized it was me and slouched into my arms.

"She was the last thing I had left in this world. The only good thing i had left. Now shes gone. Who did this Walter? WHO DID THIS?!?!?!?!?"

"We don't know Rick, but it wont do her any justice to go around shooting at everyone who enters your door. What we both need is to find the bastard who caused this. Me and you. Father and God Father."

"Okay, but when we find him or her or whatever did this, you better hold me back Walter. If not I'll kill em."

We both cried for a long time. Wishing life had not been this cruel. Praying that when we found the bastards, we could restrain ourselves enough that we only beat the living shit out of them.

The next morning, we got up and got ready for what we knew was going to come. We then started walking to the hospital and to the dire retribution that was to come.