Punched by an Angel
by Henry Wyckoff
A crossover between Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, Millennium, and Touched by an Angel
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Frank stared at the Cathedral. "Now tell me again why you believe that Latro will strike here once more?"
Kermit wasn't even sure he knew. "He was going after a guy named Andrew when I crossed his path. He'll want to succeed where he failed."
"You know him?"
"We met earlier today."
Frank had the distinct feeling that Kermit was hiding something. "Why would he want to kill Andrew?"
Kermit didn't know Andrew as well as he thought he should, but he knew that what he was about to say was correct. "Andrew goes out of his way to bring comfort to the dying."
Frank thought about that. "You go inside and find him. I'm going to look around."
Kermit nodded. "You know where to find me."
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The outside, Frank noted, was very Baroque. Very rare on this side of the ocean. It was something he'd expect to see in France or Germany, but not here in Canada.
"Hello," the voice was Irish.
Frank turned around, "Hello. Do you work here?"
Her smile spoke volumes, "In a certain way. You don't sound Canadian. Are you a tourist?"
"A working tourist."
"But you have some acquaintance with architecture. You are wondering how something so intricate could have been made on this side of the water."
He nodded. "You must get that question a lot."
"I never got that question. Not too many people notice. Are you an architect?"
"No. I just appreciate it." He didn't tell her how much his appreciation was destroyed by his research, and the gruesome shadow of death and murder that cast a red image over all the beauty of this cathedral. It brought back too many images of hell and living death. All the paintings from the Medieval era. "It gives me a unique insight into human nature."
"Really." She seemed genuinely curious.
He looked at her
and shook his head as a dog would shake off water.
"Are you all right?" She laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes," he nodded. Then his guts twisted.
Before he could even speak, his reflexes acted. He tackled her to the ground as the wall exploded. Frank saw a man with eyes of darkness, surrounded by sulfurous smoke. He held the lead ball rifle that Kermit had described, and by the look of it, it wasn't your old-fashioned musket. This one was designed to rapid-fire as easily as a semi-automatic.
"Monica," The man wasn't smiling. "I thought I'd rid the world of you. In my dreams, I could see your conversation with Andrew. Either you and he are naive, or you're worse than the rich. You are disconnected, but I can cure that."
Frank stood up, his gun drawn. "Put it down, Latro." It could only have been Latro. "I don't know how you got away the last time, but I can put you down for good."
Tilting his head, Latro pointed his rifle to the ground. "You would do that for me?"
"You're disturbed. Let me help you."
Latro raised his rifle again, "I'm saner than you. If you want to help me, kill me." His eyes darkened. "Or I'll kill her."
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Kermit walked into the cathedral. He wasn't surprised to see Andrew there. "You know, I'm surprised. A mortal, defending an Angel. I thought you were supposed to be immortal. Impervious to mortal ills."
Andrew sat at the steps of the altar. "So did I, but I find that in the face of Latro, we are more mortal than you are. Demon and Angel alike are falling to his axe. He told Valerius that Odin shows him the way, but in all my years, I have seen no evidence of Odin other than superstitious belief in him."
"Maybe like God, Odin didn't want to show himself."
"Yes. Latro had a good point, you know. The preachers say that all you have to do is close your eyes, and you can hear God. Well, I don't hear God, but I hear Latro. Is there such a thing as God? If he's all powerful, how come I -- a mere mortal -- am protecting you?"
Andrew raised his eyes to Kermit, "You think you've experienced everything there is to experience, but I'll tell you the truth; you've experienced nothing. I have seen God and Heaven, and I have no doubts. I have faith that by trusting in God, his greater plan will be revealed."
"Even if it means the misery of billions?"
"If you think you're having a bad day, imagine what it was like for Jesus on the cross."
Kermit laughed, "You're really naive! I haven't even seen fifty years yet, and I've seen more death and suffering than you can possibly imagine!"
Andrew's eyes were haunting. "I took every soul you killed."
"Maybe, but what about the suffering children? Jesus died; the millions haven't. Death would be a boon compared to what they experience even now. If I remember my Bible class right, Jesus was even taken out of the game a bit early. How's that for preferential treatment?"
Andrew showed the first signs of frustration, "What do you want?"
Kermit looked shocked, "You mean you're actually asking me? It's not a rhetorical question?" He looked at the ground. "You should have asked Latro what he wanted. I mean, really listened to him. I'm not an Angel or a deity, but I know what he wants."
"What is that?"
"The love of a Father. The voice of a Father. You Angels can hear the Word, but not Latro."
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