Michael trudged sleepily to breakfast, on a Saturday morning. Voices came from the kitchen his parents woke up earlier. He didn't remember getting out of the car the previous day only that he woke up back on his bed in blue cuddly cute doll bear PJs. A plate of food and milk was on the desk next to his bed, it was dark out by then he could barely remember eating. The headache was only a whisper in his mind yet still feeling tired he'd gone back to bed not too long after.
The sweet smell of pancakes waded from the kitchen making his stomach grumble in response, their home in comparison to Bailon manor was painfully ordinary; a flat surrounded by a thick one-and-a-half meter-long hedge separating it from the next house. On its inside; three bedrooms: Michael's, his parents' bedroom, and a guest bedroom besides the kitchen and the living room they also had a small library office where Liam usually worked. A hallway connected the bedrooms and the home office, Michael's nose followed the pancakes towards the kitchen sticking his head from behind the door Alyssa wore gray sweatpants and a silk white blouse she stood over a small skillet on a stove frying sound came from it. beside her Liam in a white t-shirt and black pants stood smiling and breaking eggs they hadn't noticed him that is until his grumbling stomach betrayed his presence to the other two halting their conversation Alyssa turned towards Michael 'Michael breakfast will be ready in a minute.' 'Yeah, go brush your teeth bud we'll be right over' Liam chimed he wore black-framed glasses Michael hadn't noticed earlier he shrunk back into the hall.
He entered the small office located at the end of the hall its door facing parallel to Alyssa's and Liam's bedroom door. It was square shaped bookshelves lined the wall on the right and left, on the many books stood their leathery spines facing him, a square wooden desk with a padded wooden chair behind it against the only window of the room bright morning light wafted in its rays blocked by the chair casting a large shadow over the desk light skidded on the sides of the table where the chair's shadow did not reach.
Michael went over to the right shelf extending his hand to a particular red spine on it laced in golden words wrote A Historical Encyclopedia from the 1900s. sitting he opened it letting himself get lost in the words looking for any mention of his previous life.
'From what I can gather' Michael thought as he opened a page 'My memories are incomplete I know I died at the hands of humans, probably using celestial weapons as I doubt normal weapons could kill an angel. I was searching for Lucifer to bring him back home.' 'Did he use the humans to dispose of me? I wouldn't put it past him.' 'What I do know though I was killed by a man with golden eyes, Lucifer's golden eyes, I am sure. I need to trace back to find out what happened exactly.' 'There are holes in my memory due to my current limited brain, I need to find out if there were any accomplices to be sure who my enemies are.'
"Michael!'" Alyssa's voice came from the hall 'Come eat breakfast' He took care of slipping the book into his room then continued to the dining where his parents ate heartily 'Guess I wasn't the only one hungry' he thought inwardly smiling at Liam's puffed-up cheeks. Silently he sat on the chair next to his father cascaded syrup over some pancakes and ate.
'Goalie!' a tall well-built woman shouted, 'You're Late!' she stood at six feet green eyes square face brown well-trimmed buzz-cut set of hair, a medium nose, and lips that probably felt the touch of lipstick once a century. A black whistle danced on her sumptuous bosom tied around her neck as she walked it continued to dance to her body rhythm. Coach Darcy was a woman who valued punctuality at least except when it came to Liam Alesworth even as she "chided" Michael her eyes remained focused on Liam 'I wonder how many parents she greets so up close' as she came closer in a loose short-sleeved jersey fully and firmly tucked into also loose black shorts, even if she tried to hide it Michael could see her entire visage filled with more energy than she'd had a minute ago when she hadn't seen them.
"Sorry Coach" Liam answered raising his arms apologetically "Won't happen again." He smiled moving back towards the small iron gate they'd entered that connected with an iron wrought fence that encircled the field "Have fun little man" he said ruffling Michael's hair and left, the field was located a little bit closer to the busy streets but just at the end of the residential areas the road was moderately busy.
'Number nine take your position!' she shouted her voice devoid of whatever warmth previously held.
After catching several balls and running around for an hour he realized two things; soccer is mildly interesting for the first ten minutes after that everything about is pure boredom mostly because of the second thing he learned; he had more stamina than all those kids combined, while they were huffing and puffing Michael barely broke a sweat in an hour the only thing tired about him was the red jersey it'd taken so many hits, dirt rubbed all over its fine silky surface.
The boys it seemed were determined to knock him out and get a goal in, too bad Michael could see their attempts long before the ball reached the surface rough white gloves layering his hands
'Pointless' he thought as a group of kids; a redhead, two black-haired, and a blonde decided to coordinate an attack against Michael interlocking a series of feints, distractions, and going all out speeding 'Not a bad strategy' his eyes could follow each of their slow movements and perhaps was it another normal short child it would be a sure goal yet the ball nestled between Michael's gloved young hands raised poised at the center of the goal posts showing no sign of struggle, a small gust of wind whooshed past his face a grin pressed on his lips, the kids' resolve dissolved.
Any ideas died along with whatever strength they had left, the blonde scowled the blue jersey he wore representing the other team tinted in sweat he pounced off the field the other kids glared at Michael then left too "Someone doesn't like to lose" Michael muttered feeling bored at their sulky attitudes. Even his team didn't show much enthusiasm, football is about teamwork and Michael basically proved there's "I" in team it was much less fun for them the fear of losing exhilarated them to protect the ball but with Michael it been too easy, once he'd kicked the ball so hard sending it into the opposing goal scoring an unbelievable goal.
They left miserably.
Eventually, most of them left the field, a soft evening breeze rubbed at Michael's face the sun was setting its yellow hue drowning in the horizon the sky taking on a dark twilight color, he sat on a bleacher near the fence behind him cars wheezed by stopping only if to pick up one of the kids, his father was as late as well leaving Michael to be one of the last people left on the field, he thought furtively 'One thing is for sure I have way more stamina and strength than a normal child' 'all of them were gasping by the end of practice yet even now I feel just as fine as I started, currently this isn't a problem it could be dismissed as childish energy but in the future I need to be more careful especially now that I know am being watched.' Several buildings neighbored the field and even with the sun setting and shadows rising Michael could see a person hidden in the three-story building flanking the field on the right. It was unfinished and empty hiding behind the newly installed dark windows,
Michael could make out a dark silhouette 'Empty on a Saturday atop the second floor just high enough to quietly observe uninterruptedly, this does not bode well at all.' He pressed against the whitewashed bench the metal whined 'Since whoever it is still here even after everyone has left could mean there are for me or coach Darcy.' He eyed the woman picking up balls and then tossing them into a large white bag. He hated that he was being observed but tried to act like he hadn't noticed 'If I act weird it would bring even more unwanted attention.'
He thought back to his visions flashes of memory from his past life were less hurtful when asleep, 'those dreams are way too vivid, not to mention in them I am in places I have never heard of or seen' 'Power I held power so great other angels feared me even Lucifer…' he recalled his dreams 'if only I had that kind of power I wouldn't need to hide like a rat amongst humans, I feel detached from them each day my parents are no exception if they learned of what I am….' Flashes of arrows raining down on him, on the ground bleeding out 'they would end me especially now that I am more vulnerable, they wouldn't need special weapon just a very sharp knife.'
The sun was almost beyond the horizon clouds further dimmed it light Michael could feel the last of its yellow light on his skin as he dissipated.
'I have never gotten sick, really hurt even when I fell only a soft bruise, in fact I have no memory of being in a hospital, that and the display on the field.' He smiled maybe the situation was not hopeless after all, that power he saw in his dreams that he craved maybe it was not lost after all.
"I just need to reclaim it!" he muttered suddenly the air felt lighter than ever before, a few minutes later Liam arrived, coach Darcy was eerily delighted.