THE ADVENTURES OF GOODNESS AND MERCY
ANDY - EPISODE 1
ANDY - EPISODE 1
Running!
Panting... Panting... Panting...
"Why are we running?" Mercy wheezed through while trying to catch his breath.
"It's too dangerous to fly. It would let them know that we're... Duck!" They barely missed the dead branch hanging low over the wet leaved floor.
"Did you say duck? Where? I don't see one." The shorter one answered. Goodness was sure this was another one of his rather lame attempts at humor. Mercy did that a lot: throw in an off-beat joke during moments of intense pressure. After so many years of it hanging around him, most people still didn't get it. But Mercy never let it bother him. He called them tension busters. Goodness, however, found them kind of irritating. He had to confess that sometimes they actually helped. But this wasn't one of those times.
Mercy continued to protest. "And why do we have to do this in these terran forms? I'm exhausted!"
"We have to leave a trail that lead them where we want them to go! I'm not sure they would follow us if we showed up like we normally do."
"Not even after our 'fear not' greeting?" Mercy slowed to a trot. "You know, I've been thinking of changing my angelic greeting to... "Wait! Stop! Don't run away!"
"That's better than what you said last time!"
"I was just having fun!"
"You said, 'Take me to your leader'. I couldn't believe you! Almost blew the whole mission!"
Mercy shrugged. "Well, it got their attention, didn't it?"
"Sure! But first we had to show up as human federal agents and convince the police that those humans weren't crazy. Where'd you get that whole space alien idea?"
"Remember that rescue we did at Area 51?"
Goodness loved his friend, but sometimes... Well, they had jogged enough. Time to resume speed. They had to move quickly. Andrew's life depended on their mission.
But as Goodness and Mercy quickened their pace, they heard a cacophony of screeches, fluttering wings and hurried footsteps fall in behind them. "They found us!"
Mercy's sword sang as it slipped from it's scabbard. Goodness stared at him. "We don't have time for a battle, Mercy. Keep moving!"
"I think the point of whether we have time to fight or not is kind of irrelevant right now."
Goodness hated it but he knew Mercy was right. Reluctantly, he drew his sword as, under his breath, he cursed the coming battle. "Hang on Andy!" he said softly. "We're coming."
Panting... Panting... Panting...
"Why are we running?" Mercy wheezed through while trying to catch his breath.
"It's too dangerous to fly. It would let them know that we're... Duck!" They barely missed the dead branch hanging low over the wet leaved floor.
"Did you say duck? Where? I don't see one." The shorter one answered. Goodness was sure this was another one of his rather lame attempts at humor. Mercy did that a lot: throw in an off-beat joke during moments of intense pressure. After so many years of it hanging around him, most people still didn't get it. But Mercy never let it bother him. He called them tension busters. Goodness, however, found them kind of irritating. He had to confess that sometimes they actually helped. But this wasn't one of those times.
Mercy continued to protest. "And why do we have to do this in these terran forms? I'm exhausted!"
"We have to leave a trail that lead them where we want them to go! I'm not sure they would follow us if we showed up like we normally do."
"Not even after our 'fear not' greeting?" Mercy slowed to a trot. "You know, I've been thinking of changing my angelic greeting to... "Wait! Stop! Don't run away!"
"That's better than what you said last time!"
"I was just having fun!"
"You said, 'Take me to your leader'. I couldn't believe you! Almost blew the whole mission!"
Mercy shrugged. "Well, it got their attention, didn't it?"
"Sure! But first we had to show up as human federal agents and convince the police that those humans weren't crazy. Where'd you get that whole space alien idea?"
"Remember that rescue we did at Area 51?"
Goodness loved his friend, but sometimes... Well, they had jogged enough. Time to resume speed. They had to move quickly. Andrew's life depended on their mission.
But as Goodness and Mercy quickened their pace, they heard a cacophony of screeches, fluttering wings and hurried footsteps fall in behind them. "They found us!"
Mercy's sword sang as it slipped from it's scabbard. Goodness stared at him. "We don't have time for a battle, Mercy. Keep moving!"
"I think the point of whether we have time to fight or not is kind of irrelevant right now."
Goodness hated it but he knew Mercy was right. Reluctantly, he drew his sword as, under his breath, he cursed the coming battle. "Hang on Andy!" he said softly. "We're coming."
