"Take the Flame Samuel..."

I try to move but my shoes seem riveted to the field.  The laces are not tight and I kick them off.

I run barefoot in the grass.  The breeze is pleasant.

Every hundred feet or so I see the Angel with the boy.  I run pass them but can notice that every time I see the boy he is a little older, his stick has another leaf.

Always the Angel calls out, "You've been running for so long ha-Mavet.  You can not out run He Who Will Come."

I trip over a root that is coming out of the hill.  My pants are hooked.  

I look over my shoulder and I see more Angels.  The are thousands behind Seven.  They come to me.  The Seven are larger, they have a crackling energy around them.  The boy walks with them.  He is carrying four branches, three with one leaf each.

The one who called himself Gabriel blows into a ram's horn.  The Choir sings.

The Angels wings are each made of a different material.  Smoke, Flame, Tide, Stone, Light, Wind.  Each covered in tattoos.  Unbidden I know their names, Gabariel, Remiel, Zerachiel, Raguel, Uriel, Raphael, and the largest of them all...Michael.

He comes to me.  He reaches out his hand.  It burns.  I feel waves of a nausea come over to me. 

I retch and convulse, my pants tear completely, my leg, exposed is covered in the same tattoos as the Angels.

I hear crows.

I tear off the rest of my pants and run again.

The crows grow louder and the sun is darkened by their wings...