Veloriel was flying but not in a good way. Being a guardian angel was lovely, but it had always wanted to be an avenging angel. Often Veloriel had daydreamed of leading a righteous battalion thwarting evil forces. Today it was careening through an abandoned amusement park in a flashing dodge-em car driven by a psychopathic patchwork toy. Groaning, Veloriel gripped its queasy stomach.

“You okay wingnut. Looking a little green around the gills. Do angels hurl?” KittyKisses said as the mini car ricocheted off a lamppost and caught air.

Clamping its mouth shut, Veloriel hung its head over the car’s side and lost its breakfast. Angels were immortal but not immune to injury, illness, and bad driving. KittyKisses made a hard left out of Cotton Candyland. White knuckling the carnival ride’s dashboard, the angel began shivering. The toy cat shook her head.

“Well that answers that question. Now we need to buy Mr. Tall Blue and Gruesome as much time as possible to find our girl. He’s close. I can feel it. We’re sitting ducks out here, flyboy. Now you see I used to date this clown from BigTop and he showed me a shortcut. If we can make it in one piece to Jungle JimJam we’ll have some cover.”

Thwap! A screaming arrow speared the Dodge-Em car’s wraparound bumper. Angry barks and more arrows rained down from a bakery shop rooftop. A growling pack of crunchers peered over the roof’s edge. Veloriel screeched in terror. Flooring it, KittyKisses zigzagged and then made a right on two wheels. She poured all of her magic into going top speed.

“Songbird, shut your pie hole and pull out that arrow. Damn, don’t wave the noisy thing around. Destroy it before Insidus tracks us,” she said.

The angel turned the arrow to cinder. The roar of motor bikes sparked in the distance and grew closer. It knew their lives as well as the life of sweet little Albie’s hung in the balance. Shivering, Veloriel faced KittyKisses.

“I got this,” the angel squeaked.

On shaking knees, Veloriel stood up in carnival car. It summoned all of its magic and courage. Its pewter gray wings became armor to protect. A trio of Insidus’ henchmen were barreling towards them. With eyes glowing, the angel let loose its righteous lightning bolts.