Dark Angel

PRELUDE So much had happened in last three years. It felt as though wherever I went, death followed. First my dad, killed by a hit-and-run driver. My mother’s fiancé Charles, the poor man, lay in his own pool of blood caused by a throat slashing. France died by the same fate. And last, my mom. She died by a drug overdose. All were surrounded by suspicion and all the fingers of justice pointed to me. I had been railroaded by the Illuminati, the Family. All the murders were pinned on me. I was innocent, but the good old justice system saw it differently. They tucked me away in a nice asylum for the criminally insane and threw away the key. They didn’t stop there. The medical staff kept me under a drug haze for the duration of my stay. Then the unexpected day came when I was set free. Supposedly, I’d been cured of my insanity and no longer was a threat to society. What really happened was the Family stole my newborn child while I was drugged, laying in my own feces. When I was released, Jeffery and Dom saved me. They took me in and explained that the key Aidan had left me made me into a billionaire. My quality of life had improved, yet I yearned for my unknown child. Shortly after my release, Aidan’s sister, Helen came for a short visit. She had a message from the Family for me to keep my nose out of their affairs. She also announced Aidan was dead. After visiting a psychic, I received a note with Aidan’s handwriting, stating our daughter was alive. And my search began. I had to find my daughter and Aidan. I found help, Val. An angel like me, or sort of. I was created in a lab by humans with alien technology. Val and his kind were created by the divine. I was viewed as an impure, hated by my own kind. But I’d deal with them later. First, I had to find Aidan and then I’d find my child. I wasn’t sure if I could trust him any more than I trusted the Family. He betrayed me, not telling me he was married to Sally. I wasn’t sure I believed her, but I had no proof proving her wrong or right. I didn’t see his face. I reckoned all things would come out in the wash, although it was going to be one long hard wash before I reached my end. Those bastards could call me dauntless angel. I wasn’t backing down until I got my child back. f**k ‘em!