Angelica raced through the store. Only moments before a man had shot light from his hands that had taken out four robbers. She didn’t care much about what had happened to the thieves but instead was focused on the girl who had fainted when the man had used whatever power he obviously had. She ran past a man who had been shot and in her wake, he slowly shook his head and sat up. The bullet wound on his chest knitted together as the veins and muscles the bullet had torn, quit bleeding and came together under his skin.

A strong glow seemed to come from Angelica as she knelt beside the girl. She felt for a pulse but felt none. Placing her hands on either side of the girls head, Angelica closed her eyes and focused. To the people in the store it would have appeared as if great wings sprang from Angelica’s back and an almost white light encircled her, but this wasn’t something that she could see.

There was a connection that Angelica was looking for in the air. A connection of white. It looked almost like a wire or a cable that hung snapped, dangling. As soon as she found it, Angelica grabbed onto it with her mind and forced it down into the body she kneeled over. The girl in her lap gasped for breath and jolted upright, coughing and sucking in lungfuls of air.

Sirens penetrated the still quietness of the store and Angelica quickly stood and walked towards the exits. Later that hour, when reporters showed up, there would be articles written and tv shows shot of an incident that appeared to have an angel involved in a miraculous healing.

Her car drove smoothly down the road past houses and great expanses of fields filled with beans. Orchestral music streamed from the speakers of the car and soothed the edges of Angelica’s otherwise rigid body.

She had discovered her powers in her youth when she and a friend had been playing in a woods. They were playing some form of tag, when Isaac had tripped and fell on a stick that was pointing up into the air. It went straight through his lower abdomen and she could still hear the way he had sucked in breath and spit up blood. Angelica had stepped in much as she had at the store. She stood beside him and pulled him off the stick, then knelt and placed her hands on either side of his head. The motions and movements had come so naturally, that she didn’t for a second question if she could be wrong. She had found a white string floating in the air when her eyes closed. It was frayed but still attached but a few strands. She had gently knitted the string back together, making it whole. When she opened her eyes, Isaac lay in front of her with no wounds and in a state of shock. Luckily being a nine year old boy made for a quick distraction and he all but forgot about the fake that he had had a giant hole that had been gushing out blood.

Every since then, Angelica had tried to figure out ways to help people. She soon found that choosing who should live or die was something she could hardly handle. How could she play the role of a god and pick people that had the right to live over someone else? How could she decide who had better morals, or ethics, or ways of living? It had been nearly a year since she had done a healing, but that moment in the store had snapped her and she could stand by and let the girl just vanish from the Earth for no reason. So she had brought her back. Not because the girl was better than the thieves but because she was innocent. She had no reason to die. Her death, as far as Angelica was concerned, would have been a waste of a human life, whose only crime in that minute was that she had been in the store.

As she drove Angelica noticed a black car coming up on her fast. She picked up her speed and hoped that they would pass without any trouble. However, when they came up to her, the black car rode uncomfortably close to the rear of Angelica’s car. She sped up hoping it would make them fall back but they stayed on her. A semi-truck was coming from the other direction and Angelica held her breath as it went by. She hated semis and having someone tail you closely while passing a huge truck was not high on her priority list.

The black car finally started to slow down and fell back, letting Angelica breathe easily again. All too suddenly it picked up speed and rammed into the back of her car. Luckily, she was going quite fast or else the impact would have done more than cause a little bit of whiplash. Not sure what to do in this situation, Angelica picked up speed and tried to lose the black car, Unfortunately the black car stayed on her.

It crept up on her left side as if to pass her but only ran into the back corner of her car. This caused her to spin out of control. The car spun and then flipped three times before coming to a rest on the side of the road.

Angelica was inside her car, her seatbelt having saved her from flying out, when a pair of black loafers appeared. She could barely see through the blood pouring out of her face and into her eyes, but she could hear almost perfectly well. The man was talking to someone and saying something about a target being eliminated. Why he didn’t check to make sure she was actually dead, Angelica didn’t know, but she was happy that she had a chance to survive whatever was happening.

The black loafers disappeared and Angelica quickly tested her body to make sure it still moved properly. There was sharp pain in her left arm as well as her right foot, which shot up her leg. She was sure that a couple ribs were broken and she felt a chill on her chin and left cheek.

Angelica had never healed herself before, but it would appear that there is a first to everything.

Putting her hand around her face as best she could, the girl closed her eyes and concentrated. She saw a white cord in front of her, bigger than any she seen before. It was more of a tower than a cord if she was being honest. She could see every fiber of the cord, the way they twisted and knotted together and in spots became so tangled she could barely tell how it all fit together.

Looking up, Angelica could see a spot on the that was terribly frayed and clearly the cause of her wounds. She began to climb the cord and made it safely to the spot that needed repaired.

As she worked she could feel parts of herself mending. There were pops as bones fell back into place and fused together correctly and small zipper like noises when skin resealed itself. Finishing her work Angelica opened her eyes and found she was still upside down in her car but in much less pain. She maneuvered herself out of the car and looked at the damage.

It was more than totaled. The car was a collection of scrap metal that looked like had been through a blender. She reached through the window she had just crawled out of and grabbed her bag, then noticed a box on the ground not far from where she stood. It was a shoebox, which is nothing special, except it had a bright red ribbon wrapped around it and a giant card that said ‘For you.’

Angelica cautiously walked to the box and lifted the lid, not sure what to expect. Inside was a cellphone and a note.

‘We can help. Push the Pound (#) button and we’ll be on our way.’ The note said. Angelica looked at the phone in her hand. It was an old flip phone but it had battery power and a strong signal. Looking back at the car, Angelica started to wonder what kind of help she would be needing and why. Not having a clear sense of what was coming next or where to go, she pushed the Pound key and waited.

If it turned out bad she could always heal everyone to death.