"We have to go back!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the small abandoned cabin, if she were a witch I'm sure the windows would have shattered with the sheer power that was present in her voice.
"We would die." I calmly stated, hating myself for saying it, but it was after all the honest truth.
Her cheeks were flush red, her blue eyes blown and half crazed.
"So you'd rather let your fellow angel die?" She wrathfully questioned, her gentle looking hands hard and harsh against my chest as she pushed me backwards, my wings softening the impact of my body as I hit the already crumbling wall.
"My first priority is protecting you." I retorted, pushing the guilt of leaving the only angel who had ever cared for me into the back of my mind, a place rarely visited.
"You don't even know me! You know nothing about me! How could you care about me more then someone who seems that you have known your entire life?" She bitterly laughed, shooting me a incredulous look. Its hard to see someone you have watched be gentle with people, people who have hurt her deeply, be so harsh to someone who would rather die than harm her.
Sure twist that knife in a little further. My subconscious chided, snickering evilly at his own supposed cleverness.
"I do know you, I have known you for your entire life. I believe it is you who does not know me." I countered, narrowing my eyes at the human who thought she knew everything. She knows nothing. I swiftly closed in on her pinning my body against hers against the wall, her warm breath coming out in small huffs against my chest, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a trapped dove, "I know your full name is Hailey Anna Starcrest, you love horses and for your seventh birthday you prayed to God saying if you got one you would be a saint to your foster parents. You love the color blue because it makes your eyes stand out. You are deathly afraid of the dark. The night your family was killed you prayed for three hours asking me to come back so your family would stop playing dead."
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the tears in hers, she stayed quiet, the only sign that she was here was her shallow breathing, "I also know right now that I want to kiss you." I breathed, waiting for rejection, waiting for her to push me away from herself and begin ranting.
Instead I felt the softness of her lips against mine.
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* Meanwhile in Heaven *
"God Please help me!" The angel screamed, his enormous black wings twitching and writhing in attempt to free themselves from the silver stakes that nailed them to the ground.
A tall skeleton-like woman leaned over him, her black curls dangling just above her waist, her dark eyes cast upon the angel, her gaze uncaring. Her cruel features were curled up into a wicked smile, in a way perhaps the devil would have smiled right before he made a deal with some unassuming human about to sell their soul.
"God isn't home at the moment pretty little angle." She smugly replied as she drove a silver dagger into his lower abdomen, cutting into it like butter.
The angel let out a blood curdling scream, his back arching up along with his tethered wings, his clothes saturated in his own maroon colored blood.
"Why are you doing this!" The angel howled, his voice gravelly from what seemed like hours of screaming.
"Because we have high hopes that your little fledgling, you look so fondly on, will come and rescue you, and then we can kill him and his disgusting human." She sneered, carefully stepping around the pooling blood to look out a window that just lead to further blackness.
A ghastly groan escaped the angel, he was getting tired, unsure of how long he could keep consciousness, darkness beckoned him to embrace the dark to just let go.
"You have odd wings little angel," her voice was distant, "I have never seen an angel with black wings."
The angel stayed quiet on the cold floor.
"We all have white wings, except for you," she continued, "I spoke to a very wise angel named Zaleaz once, he told me a story about an angel with the wings the color of a ravens, all of the other were jealous of his wings, for they envied how different he was from them. One day when the envy became to much to bear a few of the so called 'rotten' angels plotted to kill him with a silver dagger at exactly midnight. After they killed him they were out celebrating when it started thundering and lighting, the angel appeared to them claiming his demise had made him the angel of death giving him mass power over the other angels. He slaughtered them like pigs."
She took a deep breath, her smile still present on her much to cheery face. She walked over to the angel, running her hand over his heart.
The angel lay still, to weak to put up a protest or respond to her story with some witty remark.
She slowly pulled a silver dagger from her dress pocket, placing the tip of the blade over his heart, "We could use that kind of power in order to get the plan back on track, now that your friend has messed it up, shall we see if you are the angel of death?" She asked as the clock stuck midnight and the dagger plunged into the angels chest.
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Lets play dead (On Hold)
Mystery / ThrillerDemons are known for manipulating things, twisting things to make them bend until they break and shatter. You would hope that angels wouldn't act the same as the demons. Unfortunately in this case that's exactly what the do.
