Punched by an Angel
by Henry Wyckoff

A crossover between Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, Millennium, and Touched by an Angel


Latro sat calmly in the interrogation room as Frank sat down across from him. He looked very skeptical.

"I notice you came back on your own. Why?"

"Because I had two choices. I was tired of running."

"What were you running from?"

Latro thought about it. "I'm still trying to figure that out."

Frank paused a moment, "You know that you'll spend the rest of your life behind bars?"

Latro laughed until he turned blue, his head resting on the table, "Mr. Black, do you have any idea how little I care?"

Frank brought out a file. "The Millennium group has extensive information on you. The axe too." He looked into Latro's eyes. "There have been references to it for the last thousand years. It was even said to have been used at Lindesfarne."

Latro shrugged.

"Those you claim were Angels had no official identity. Apparently you have no identity either, but you were found in photos dating back to the mid-1800s."

Latro kept silent.

There was an uncomfortable pause, "What made you change?" Frank had a feeling that he knew the answer, but he needed to hear it. "Yesterday, you were ready to kill everything that moved, and now you're not. Why?"

"I took the time to stop and listen. I hadn't done it in a long time."

"And Odin?"

Latro's eyes narrowed, "How did you know about him?"

"You showed me, if you remember."

Latro hissed slowly between his teeth, holding his face in his hands. Slowly, he raised his head, "Odin is going to cause trouble. Is he the God of my people? Is he someone wearing a mask? I don't know, but I can tell you this much -- if you can see as deep into the millstone as you seem to, you're not going to like him too much. I'd try not to draw his attention towards you. He travels around as much as I did, so you can't really run. But since I've made another Hodr, he probably won't be seeing Arioch unless he wants to taunt him."

"Which would most likely give Happydale more ammunition to work with . . . "

"Are you sure that facility can hold Arioch?"

"Why are you so concerned?"

"You saw him. He's blind, but he's still the same man he once was."

"How was it that he kept on coming after we emptied all of our clips, but you were able to blind him?"

Latro shrugged, "I have more experience at this. Arioch is fallen, but he's still an Angel, and hurting Angels is what I do best, next to killing them." He became more serious, "Mr. Black, I won't pretend to feel remorse. I don't. Let's just say that I've learned what doesn't work, and I need to return to my original objective."

"Which is?"

"To speak with God in a voice he can hear. Not unheard whisperings."

Behind the glass, Peter stood with Kermit. "This is the craziest week I've had in a long time."

"You don't need to tell me."

"Kermit. What's with the shades?"

"Huh?" He rubbed his face, "Oh. Someone convinced me that I need to see the world with my own eyes." Kermit frowned, "It does look different. I didn't know how bright it could be. Can't see as many shadows as I used to."

There were a few other things that Kermit didn't see anymore. With his taking off of the shades, he didn't see as many otherworldly things about him. Looking at Frank didn't give him the chills now, for one thing. For another, he didn't see the three angels standing behind him.

"Do you think Kermit is going to be all right?" asked Monica.

"I think so," Tess nodded. "He'll be asking a lot more questions now, but taking off those shades is going to do more than a team of Angels could have done with them on."

Monica looked at Andrew, "Tess tells me that there was a reason for your wounding. What happened?"

He looked uncomfortable. "It was a test for me. To see if I could feel genuine compassion without falling." He looked down. "There are two kinds of fallen Angels. Those who fall for evil reasons, and those who fall for good reasons. In the end, it amounts to the same thing; separation from God." He paused a moment, looking at the wall. "It didn't hurt, by any stretch of the imagination. Kermit and Latro needed to know that there was at least one true Angel who could understand what they've gone through. I can tell you this much, Monica, the mortals can't just talk to God like we can. I almost went crazy when I couldn't hear Him." He looked at Latro. "Maybe prison will help Latro find the peace he's looking for, but I still don't know what made him choose this road."

There was a twinkle in Tess' eye. "What do you think I was doing all this time? Someone had to give that child a knock in the noggin to make him see the light!"

Monica shook her head. "I wonder what Latro would think if he ever found out he'd been punched by an Angel?"

The End

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