For a minute, it looked like Jonathan was going to be sick, and the mist turned different shades of blue, green, and red. Suddenly, a bright light cut in the middle of the mist and cut Jonathan in half.
His screaming echoed off the wall as he burst into flames and disappeared.
Kree was gasping on the ground, holding onto her throat. She was trying to breath, and her throat felt like there were bruises on it.
She fell even more to the ground a s she heard a childish voice ringing in her head, "See...I told you that everything would be okay." a light giggle.
"Who are you?" Kree gasped out in pain.
"I am Gerella-an angel of the Lord."
Just before she closed her eyes, Kree could see the baby face of Sarah with the halo above her. "Don't leave me." she whispered.
"You're fine," the angel knelt beside her, "but you're not done." She put her hand to Kree's forehead, and Kree felt renewed energy.
Kree sat up and leaned against the wall, "What do you mean I'm not done?" Kree looked at the angel.
"Jimmy..."
"Oh..." Kree was disappointed. She was really hoping that it would not come to this.
The angel nodded, "Do not lose heart, Kree. This is just the way it is. Finish him, and you will be done."
"But we're related." Kree had tears in her eyes.
"You were related with Jonathan, but you didn't hesitate with him." Gerella pointed out.