Mirror

Nobody knew where they came from, and why the war began. At first they were called angels when they saw their naive and childish person. But they were devil incarnate, a scourge of the Lord, the punishment of God. They were afraid, they tried to destroy. The human race has never been so close to extinction. Ghibli millions burn in the flames of their entire town. Who remained alive, only remembered their faces, children's naive person.
He passed year after year, people became less. Stan does not remember how many military bases had to change since the escape from Los Angeles. Memory just would not let childhood memories, when his sister, the Angels pulled from a burning car, and there was no hope to survive. Then he was grateful to them, but with each passing year, these memories gave him no rest. Why are they rescued him, while destroying all life. By some strange way it survives in all combat operations, when inevitably killed others.
Not a single body of the deceased could not find an angel. According to Captain Jones, which would at least like that change the course of this massacre, it is necessary to capture an angel to study the weaknesses of the enemy. Captain Jones was a veteran of more of those wars that took place before the arrival of the angels and had a reputation as an excellent tactician. At least his team came out of the fight with minimal losses. What gave occasion to listen to the supreme command of his advice.
Not one month left to develop a plan to capture the enemy. Consideration was sometimes incredible ideas. Everything was confusing the devil, until someone noticed that often one of the angels with surprising regularity flies in the gorge at the same time. It was suggested that a special ops to capture an angel. Recruited only volunteers, Captain Jones volunteered to be the commander of the detachment of suicides. Stan is one of the first filed a report in the introduction to the unit. In case of failure, base command has decided it safe and cover the area canyon heavy fire when the evening party will not work on communication.
- Waste ... Voice-Captain Jones was the last I heard Stan. The detachment was killed as soon entered the gorge. He was lucky at the next bend in the air, an angel touched him with his elbow, which he lost consciousness.
The feeling of damp earth and the coming cold weather forced Stan quickly wake up. He could not remember how many lay unconscious, but once was alive, then the gorge had not yet fired, and therefore not yet evening. The body is groaning in pain, he had to get up and walk away from the valley, while there is a possibility. The situation in the stomach was a good position, that would jump up and run across a more secluded place and then look around and decide what to do next.
Opening his eyes, Stan saw her back to him, sitting on a stone angel and seeing the beginning of sunset. His snow-white wings is disclosed, in preparation for takeoff, then folded again. Angel arms hugging her knees bent and hard on something sighed, no matter what not paying attention.
It was a chance, an opportunity to capture a living angel. Gently, without making unnecessary movements, Stan left the ground and slowly began to creep up to him. Being almost in step, Stan pulled from the holster stun and only thought of touch between the shoulders, like an angel immediately turned around and somehow strangely turned back and hit exactly where he thought of Stan.
Wondering how this happened, Stan on automatic somersaults through the stone and turned back. Angel looked at him just as naive as a child, as if nothing had happened. Each subsequent thought the attack was foreseen angel, down to the smallest detail. It was not clear why the angel with Stan so long to bother, one stroke of the wing was enough to send him to the hereafter.
Angel just mysteriously looked at Stan, tired of the impotent attempts to catch him. Doomed knowing that soon the valley chart ranks massive attack missiles, Stan helplessly sat on a rock and watched by an angel, recalling his childhood cloudless, as with his parents and sister rested on the shore of the Gulf of Mexico, with his father mowed the lawn and playing baseball. As he carried his sister with her foot tucked up at home, exhausted from fatigue. From memory it got warmer, thoughts of death disappeared. There was nothing left to lose, everything in the past, and soon he will perhaps see their loved ones in another for a better life than now.
Angel of light-footed, almost touching the ground, went to Stan. He smiled, squatted down in front of him and held out his hand. Stan looked up in the face of an angel. His gray eyes radiated kindness and friendly love. Looking closely, Stan began to realize that he sees himself, just a little different, as it was in childhood. Merry and restless boy Stan from Los Angeles suburb.
Angel sat with his outstretched hand before him, expecting something. Sorting out their fear, Stan began to reach out in response. The angel touched his hands, and Stan swept the strange wave of memories.
He saw the world through the eyes of the child, the world is full of tranquility, where there is neither good nor evil. As the world collapsed and some unknown way merged with the world of people. As people watched in amazement at the refugees through the mirror. As angels looked blankly at the unfamiliar world. And as if all was well, the angels do not interfere with living people, they did not need a land, they lived in the sky and only then felt himself free.
Unfortunately, human fear gave way to human curiosity, rapidly changing desire to earn some money. At first, they photographed and filmed, were watching them. Until he found a rich hunter who wants to recharge his collection new trophy. Hunter did not have time to shoot, how quickly was struck angel there too much was sent to sight their rifles. Hysterical headlines in the press and people are frightened that this invasion. Began unsuccessful hunt for angels. For the Angels opened a bitter truth, people die from their thoughts, to fight against them. But the angels have died, they were mirror images of people. Dying man, dying angel. And they could not do anything that would correct this situation. Angels were trying to rescue people, but because of hatred for them, the people perish. And only in rare cases, the angel could save a person and thus save himself from imminent death. It was hard to realize that you're just a mirror reflection of the man.
Angel is sad to look at Stan, he was his mirror image and wanted to live. Realizing that he would die, die, and Angel, Stan did not know what to do, soon had to begin a missile attack. Even the flies away from the valley, the angel was condemned to death. If people understood this before, there would be this needless slaughter and destruction of each other. There was not much ...
The silence was broken gorge muffled groan of Captain Jones, and Stan has broken tremor. He knew how to stop the war. Jumped up and in a few bounds was next to Captain Jones, Stan began to shake him.
Sir! - Shouted Stan - wake up sir ...
- Are you Stan? - Dying voice croaked Captain Jones.
- I! Sir ..., Stan took the captain's armpits and pulled out from under stones .- Sir, tell chastotatu and call sign, urgently! I know how to stop the war!
-Why? Everything is over ...
Stan was the stronger shaking Captain Jones, and incidentally remove the transmitter from his knapsack.
-Frequency, what frequency, sir! - Stan shouted themselves hoarse.
-Eighth ...
Stan has set up the transmitter, and the voices were heard among the noise signalers.
Sir, what callsign ... Stan-even stronger shaking Captain .- Call sir!
Victorin-...-dying captain's voice was silenced the noise of approaching missiles are classified according to the NATO system, as "Satan".