I heard sirens. Glancing out the window, I saw four or five squad cars with flashing lights, waiting in the street. For the second time that night, the cops were about to arrest me in my apartment. Although, on second thoughts, being an inhuman beast man, this time they'd probably just shoot me.
I wasn't too scared. Runt might not have been my first choice for guardian angel, but I trusted his interest in me was enough to make sure I survived. What worried me more was having to fight my way out. I really didn't want to hurt anybody. Although I could feel my impressive genitals swing wildly with every sudden movement, in truth I really didn't have the balls. Opting for a more stealthy approach, I summoned Runt.
I turned around. So far, just thinking about him had been enough but he was nowhere to be seen. 'Runt?' I said aloud, but still nothing. I even checked the ceiling. 'Runt!' I called again. This time, I heard a noise from my living room. But when I went to check, Runt wasn't there. Nevertheless, I wasn't alone.
Standing in the middle of the room was a woman, except like no earthly woman I'd ever seen. She was a giant. Her head almost touched the ceiling and her muscular body was just as broad. She was clad in thick, silver armor that left no skin exposed other than her face. And hanging from her back was a pair of glorious, white wings. It took a few seconds for the penny to drop that she was an angel.
'Hello,' I said.
She said nothing. Instead, she pulled out a large, ebony bow and loaded it with a long, silver arrow. Even when she aimed it at me, it didn't quite hit home what was happening. It was only at the very last second, when she loosed the arrow, that I thought to dive out the way.
The arrow became a beam of white-hot light. The edge of it brushed my shoulder, causing searing pain to run up and down my whole arm. If Runt hadn't given me such powerful legs to leap with, God knows what it would have done. Actually, I'm sure He does.
I landed in a heap on a small table, which crumbled into splinters under my weight. My arm felt like it was bursting open. Barely reacting to her miss, the angel prepared another arrow.
'You are no longer part of the plan,' she said.
Acting on impulse, I pushed myself onto my feet. I didn't quite keep my balance, but I used that momentum to leap at the nearest window. I felt the arrow brush past me as I collided with the glass. It fell apart like paper, frame and all and I tumbled out into the open air. Somehow, using some of the animal instinct Runt had given me, I managed to land feet first in the street. Right in the middle of the circle of cops.
There was a long, awkward pause that seemed to stretch into eternity. The cops stared at me, unsure what to do. I froze, trying to plan an escape route. I glanced up at the shattered window, expecting the Angel to follow, but I couldn't see her. Perhaps she couldn't reveal herself to these mortals.
One cop said 'Freeze'. I don't think he was expecting me to understand English, it was just his training. Nevertheless, it prompted the lot of them to raise their guns.
I didn't wait for them to fire. Clutching my still burning arm, I ran. I muscled the nearest cop out of the way, no longer concerned with avoiding violence. Bullets rang past me. Some of them may even have hit me but I felt nothing. I darted into a nearby alleyway, leapt over a chain-link fence and kept on running.