I am Thora Natalie Sharnett and I am an Angel. My father made me one. Some people call me a spirit, a ghost, a phantom but I am an Angel. Part of Project Angel a secret project designed to place empathic and telepathic "guardian angels" into society to find and cure psychological and physical diseases. The Angels are genetically engineered to have these powers. My father was the one to do the engineering. In my case his goal was to cure my Autism but his employer insisted that he must make me an Angel. I don’t know how many Angels there are in the world. I only know that something went wrong and I separated from my body. I don’t remember exactly how it happened. I know I developed the ability to project myself during scans. I could help people all over the world but one day after helping a woman with her breast cancer I couldn’t go back to my body. I guess I just stretched too far. When it first happened I tried scan for my body but quickly learned that what I scan is the electrical energy the body emits. Being that I was that energy I would never find my body that way. I tried to just find my way back but I was lost and was constantly distracted by those in need of my help. Eventually, I just gave up trying to get back and focused on my work. I decided my body was just a physical limitation that I didn’t need.

When I was earth bound my angel activities were limited by the instructions of Daddy and his bosses but now I am free to use my powers as I see fit. They limited me to finding the illness and informing people of them. Occasionally they would allow me to guide them to the help they needed. Once they let me physically cure a person but they were wary that I might somehow absorb the "evil" that I removed. Without their guidance I have found that my powers are far greater then I think my father ever intended. I suppose it could be that I am aware of them combined with the fact that I didn’t always have them. Not only can I project myself but also I can sense the disease and cure it with out ever laying hands on a person. But that’s not all, should I choose to, I could inflict illness or even death. And I have but not maliciously or without purpose. I have hurt those who have hurt others. It's my job. I am of the Throne choir of Angels. At least that’s where my father says my name comes from. I am supposed to enact the judgements of God without prejudice and bias. However, being human, it's hard not to have prejudice or bias. I do the best I can. I still help people who are ill in some way but I have learned that in some cases the best help I can give is to hurt the one who caused their pain. Like the case I'm working on now.

My scans found a young mother in great pain after losing her 5-year old daughter to suicide. The girl had been raped and sodomized along with three of other friends. The traumatized child refused to speak from then on. Unable to explain to her daughter why it happened the mother did the only thing she could, take her to therapy. Although the daughter remained mute, it seemed to help until the mother went up to the girl's room and found her naked on the bed, dead, in a pool of blood. The girl had taken a pair of safety scissors and tried to remove the damaged part of herself. She had also attempted to use the same scissors to cut up all of her underwear. The mother was shocked and barely made it to the phone to call 911 before passing out holding the bloody child in her arms. The paramedics found the blue and red safety scissors caked in blood and vaginal tissue next to the child's inner thigh. According to the coroner it was the safety scissors that made it so messy. They weren't sharp enough to make clean cuts. The mother, deeply religious was torn between her love for her daughter and the fact that suicide is a sin.

Since the original victim was gone, I needed the mother’s help to find the man that did this and that meant I needed to get her to talk to me. I appeared to her in the only image that would calm her, an angel. It's so cliché and I avoid it when ever possible, but in this case it was the only option.

"Dear child, the Good Lord above has sent me down here to earth to punish the man that brought this pain upon you and yours. But I need you help to do so."

It is the truth after all. God would never let a man like that go unpunished. And besides if God didn’t want me to punish people like that, why would he give me the ability to do so? I am only living out my destiny.

"How can I help, dear Angel?"

"By telling me everything you know about this evil man so that I can find him"

"Forgive my ignorance holy one, but if the Good Lord sent you, why didn't he tell you where? Why must I relieve this nightmare?"

"The Good Lord works in mysterious ways my child. He wants you to tell me your story so that by doing so you can cleanse your soul of the evil thoughts you've had towards this man. Confession is good for the soul remember."

Over the next few hours, in between the weeping and sobbing she told me what she knew, which wasn't much unfortunately. The girl, so traumatized by what happened, was never able to tell her mother anything. I believe that fear of her religious mother's reaction had a lot to due with the girl's posttraumatic muteness. 5-year olds are more aware than we give them credit for. And having to go to confessional every Sunday for her short life didn’t help her deal with this situation.

The mother knew that the four girls were best friends and were all in the same kindergarten class. She said that the class has a field trip that Friday. The father of one of the children in the class was a pilot at the local Air Force base and had arranged for the class to go for a tour of the base and an air show demonstration. She also told me that her daughter and the other girls had a sleepover arranged for that night. It was their first ever. Since it was Friday and that the mother of the girl hosting the sleepover was on of the chaperones for the field trip the girls had brought their overnight bags with them. This way they could go straight to the sleepover after the trip. Because of all these factors the mother did not see her daughter until that Saturday night when she came home from work and the girl was asleep. She looked in on the sleeping girl and everything seemed normal. The babysitter who was there for the day did not report anything unusual. She said that the girl spent most of the day playing quietly, ate dinner, and went to bed early, presumably because she didn’t sleep much the night before. The babysitter didn’t think it odd that the girl didn’t say anything as she was always the shy, quite type. Mother and daughter went to church together Sunday and everything seemed normal. The mother didn’t even know something was wrong until night when she was doing the laundry. She found the girl’s soiled, bloody clothes among the other clothes in the hamper and was understandably freaked out. After pulling herself together she went up to the girl’s room where she was playing quietly and asked her daughter what happened. The girl didn’t answer and refused to look at her so the mother asked again and made the daughter look at her this time. The girl just started to punch herself in the stomach and sob. It was at that point that the mother took her daughter to the emergency room. The doctors there were able to immediately surmise what had happened. The mother was devastated and had to be sedated.

The doctors checked for semen, hair, blood, anything that could lead police to who did this. They found nothing but it didn’t matter anyway because the mother refused to get the police involved. The hospital staff tried to persuade her but as it was a military hospital they operated under different rules from normal hospitals. They couldn’t go over her head and involve the police. All they could do was hope the mother would at least report it to the MPs. Through all of this the girl remained silent.

It wasn’t until the girl’s funeral that mother found out that this monstrosity had happened to more than one girl. This was of course little condolence to her daughter’s death. The families of the other girls had been transferred to other bases presumably in hopes of helping their daughters cope. The mother only found out because a former neighbor of one of the other families mentioned that one of the other girls had been institutionalized. This came up because the neighbor was concerned about how two very young girls from the same neighborhood could suffer such tragedies so close together. It seemed highly unusual to the mother as well and she started asking around.

She didn’t find out much more. She found out that in addition to the institutionalized girl there were 2 others that suffered the same unspeakable act around the same time as her daughter, she didn’t know if it was at the same time or not but that’s the common belief. The other families apparently tried to find out who did it but stopped abruptly and moved away. The mother was able to use her job in Records to find out that all three families had been transferred years before they normally would be. Not one of their files contained the requisite transfer request form for such a move. This led the mother to the unfortunate conclusion that the perpetrator was in the military and that the families were moved to cover the scandal.

This information was helpful but not nearly enough. I had really been hoping for more. If it was in fact a military man, and it may not be, there was no way to know if he was still in the area. It would take years to scan all the military men in the U.S. and even longer to make sure I got the right one. Military men are notorious for having psychological issues. I would also have to work slower for my own safety. The military doesn’t like when people interfere in their business and like "supernatural forces" being involved even less. I didn’t have time for that. With the other girls and their families gone I was running out of options for how to find this horrid man. There really was only one thing left for me to do and it’s something I avoid when ever possible. I was going to have to visit the body, but first I had to bring peace to the mother.

"Thank you so much for you time dear one. I know how hard it was to tell your story. Please let me embrace you."

I approached her with my angelic arms wide open ready to hug her. She came to me and allowed my presence to envelop her. I then used my abilities to bring her the best peace I could. I wiped her memory of the events that caused her daughter’s death and replaced them with new ones that she could handle. I also erased her memories regarding my presence.