The stupidest angel: a heartwarming tale of Christmas terror

Molly!" he screamed.

    A hand on his cheek, a voice at his ear. "Hey, sailor, need a little hand getting your church door open, if you know what I mean?"
    * * *
    Sirens sounded in the distance. Someone had seen the burning chapel through the storm and had somehow gotten through to the volunteer fire department. The Lonesome Christmas survivors were gathered in the middle of the parking lot, illuminated by headlights. The heat from the fire had driven them nearly seventy-five yards to the street.
    Even this far away, Theo could feel the heat on his cheek from the fire as Lena Marquez bandaged his head. Others sat in the open hatchbacks of SUVs, trying to catch their breath after being exposed to the smoke, drinking bottled water or just lying there dazed.

    Around the burning chapel the wet pine forest steamed, a great white cloud rising into the sky. Down the left side of the chapel: carnage – a rekilling ground of the undead, where Molly had hacked them into submission, even chasing down the last few in the woods and decapitating them after she and Theo had let the partyers out of the chapel.

    Molly sat beside Theo, under the open hatchback of someone's Expedition.

    "How did you know?" he asked. "How could you possibly have known?"

    "The bat told me," Molly said.

    "You mean he showed up and you said, 'What's wrong, boy, is Timmy trapped down a well?,' and he barked to tell you that's what was wrong? Like that?"

    "No," Molly said. "It was like, 'Your husband and a bunch of other people have barricaded themselves in the chapel against a horde of brain-eating zombies and you need to go save them.' Like that. He has some kind of accent. Sounds Spanish."

    "I for one am glad that you went off your meds," said Tucker Case, who was standing next to Lena as she bandaged Theo's head. "A few hallucinations are a small price to pay, if you ask me."

    Molly held up her hand for him to be quiet. She stood and brushed the pilot aside, looking back toward the burning church. A tall dark figure in a long coat was coming toward them through the killing field.

    "Oh no," said Theo. "Everyone get in the cars and lock them."

    "No," Molly said, dismissing Theo's instructions with a distracted backward wave. "We're okay." She met the angel in the middle of the parking lot.

    "Merry Christmas," said the angel.

    "Yeah, you, too," said Molly.

    "Have you seen the child? Joshua?" asked Raziel.

    "There's a kid over there with the others," said Molly. "That's probably him."

    "Take me to him."
    * * *
    "That's him," Theo said. "That's the robot guy."
    "Shhhhhh," Molly shushed.

    Raziel walked to where Emily Barker was holding her son, Joshua, sitting on the back of Molly's Honda.

    "Mom," wailed Joshua. He hid his face in his mother's chest.

    But Emily was still stunned by witnessing her mate's death, and she didn't react at all except to hold the boy tighter.

    Raziel put his hand on the boy's head. "Fear not," he said. "For I bring you tidings of great joy. Behold, your Christmas wish has been granted." The angel waved toward the fire and the carnage and the exhausted and terrified survivors as if he were a game-show hostess presenting a washer/dryer set. "Not what I would have wished for," the angel said, "but I am but a lowly messenger."

    Josh rolled in his mother's arms and faced the angel. "I didn't ask for this. This isn't what I wished for."

    "Sure it is," said Raziel. "You wished that the Santa you saw killed be brought back to life."

    "No, I didn't."

    "That's what you said. You said you wanted him brought back to life."

    "That's not what I meant," said Joshua. "I'm a kid. I don't always get stuff right."

    "I'll vouch for that," said Tucker Case, stepping up behind the angel. "He is a kid, and he is wrong most of the time."

    "We still should cut your head off," said Josh.

    "See," said Tuck. "Always wrong."

    "Well, if you didn't mean you wanted him brought back to life, what did you mean?" asked Raziel.

    "I didn't mean I wanted Santa to be a zombie and kill big, dumb Brian and everything. I wanted everything to be okay. Like it never happened. So it would be a good Christmas."

    "That's not what you said," said Raziel.

    "That's what I wanted," said Joshua.

    "Oh," said the angel. "Sorry."

    "So he's an angel?" Theo said to Molly. "Like a real angel?"

    Molly nodded, smiling.

    "Not a killer robot?"

    Molly shook her head. "He's here to grant a Christmas wish, to one child."

    "Like it never happened?" the angel