Waking Up

Seems I've been out a few weeks. Woke up in a small house, lying in a bed with bandages around my chest. Don't remember much since my last post.

"Okay, where am I?" I asked.

"You're in my dad's house," someone said.

There was this red haired girl standing over me.

"What happened?" I asked. "Why am I here?"

"We found you lying in the street, unconscious," she said. "You were pretty beaten up."

"Why does my chest hurt?" I asked, raising a hand up to the bandages.

"We think you were attacked," she said.

I tore the bandages off to have a look at my chest. It was sickening. The twin triangles were branded right over my heart.

"Fucking Archangel," I muttered.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Who are you?"

"My name is Carla," she said.

"I'm Daniel," I said.

The door opened and a gray haired man entered.

"Oh, good, you're up," he said. "I'm Father Francis."

"Father?" I asked. "As in 'preacher'?"

"Yes," he confirmed.

"Great," I said sarcastically. I've never liked preachers, or anything that has to do with religion.

"Are you Atheist?" he asked me.

"No," I said. "I believe in gods, and they're all assholes."

"Oh, so you're Greek?" he said, smiling. "Well, you can believe what you want. I don't judge. I have business to attend t, so I won't keep you two."

He left after that.

"You said something about an angel, didn't you?" Carla asked.

"It's not important," I said. "I should probably leave soon."

"You can't yet," she said. "Your legs aren't healed yet."

"What?" I asked, moving the blankets aside. My left leg was in a cast, and my right was bound in bandages.

"Yeah, you were hurt pretty badly," she said.

"Damn it," I said.

"I'll leave you alone for a while," she said.

She left. I don't remember anything. All I know is that the Archangel or one of his followers attacked me.