Black Doves, The End, Part 2

Holland’s entire body shook, but not with fear. Holland began to get angry. He had been told this all his life. He had been telling himself this all his life. No, he was not going to let Raziel push him into this life, push him further down into the grave that he had been living in all these years. Holland began to rise from the ground; knees bent, and reached a trembling hand behind his back. Feeling the pistol he had hidden against his back, Holland grasped the butt of the gun. Raziel’s eyes opened wider, connecting Holland’s motions in his head. He straightened his back, and cocked his eyebrow at the shaking small man before him. Holland pulled the gun from behind his back, hands trembling, finger on the trigger, staring down it at Raziel. Raziel smiled. “What? A gun? You think you can kill me with a human weapon?” Raziel laughed. Doubt crept into Holland’s mind as he grasped the gun, the gun won’t work, Raziel will kill you…he thought. Raziel threw his head back, laughing at Holland, watching the fear creep into his features. Holland furrowed his brow, steadied his hands, “Raziel,” he whispered, Raziel raised his head to look at him, still smirking, “what have you done?” And with that, Holland squeezed the trigger, sending a 9mm silver pullet gliding through the night air, burying deep into Raziel’s chest. Raziel’s smile widened, and reached his hands up to touch the tiny hole in his chest. A fire of rage lit in his eyes, and his wings extended in righteous fury, his body seeming to grow in height, towering over Holland. He began to step forward, when his wings collapsed, his face contorted in pain. He looked down at his chest. A black liquid was flowing from the bullet hole. “What?” Raziel questioned aloud, “Holland!” He looked down at Holland, his face contorted in a sudden burst of pain in fear. “HOLLAND! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Raziel bellowed as black blood began to flow steadily.  His wings began to disappear, along this his legs, dissolving into black dust. His large frame falling, Holland stepped back, in shock. Raziel was dissolving into a thick ash, his upper body now beginning to dissolve. That was when Raziel opened his mouth and let out the most earie, screeching shriek ever heard, it was inhuman, the most awful noise on the planet. Holland gazed on with fear, as the rest of Raziel exploded into dust. It was eerily quiet. The night breeze that had been flowing was gone. The sun had begun to peak over the tops of the buildings, a hazy light illuminating the street where Holland stood. In front of him, the pile of ash stirred. Holland stepped back in fear of what might come from it. From the ash, a beak appeared, then the body of a dove appeared attached. The dove shook itself from the ash, and Holland watched as the black dove fly over the buildings.

Bibliography 

Jacobs, William Wymark , and Gary Hoppenstand. The Monkey's Paw: And Other Tales of Mystery and the Macabre. Chicago : Academy Chicago Publishers, 1998. Print.