Unholy Pleasures

Tyrone

Key Fifteen: Tyrone:

He has to be the tough one. Even when he was human, he grew up in a rough neighborhood. Why should the city be any different? To him, the struggle never ended. Tyrone resigned himself to his fate. And then Allen Walker came along.

Allen Fucking Walker.

Hope is such a dangerous weapon. He came up to them with it in his hand on a white horse. They all fell for it. Look at them now. Did they even know where they were going?

"Why do we keep doing this?" Kit asked.

"Do you have any better ideas?" Harry asked. The other angel closed his mouth. In secret, Tyrone took in the questions and arguments. It reminded him they were still going. The silence was the worst. It led to overthinking. That's all they did these days. What was there to talk about?

Things didn't feel right lately. Everyone had noticed it by now. But no one is talking about it. They didn't have a reason why. Still, it felt like something was a stake here. Yes, it's been said before. But that's a truth they can't ignore.

Tyrone had been thinking about Ophelia lately. He doesn't know why. They didn't spend much time together. Sure, she did look kind of pretty. But still... Why her? Why her indeed?

He wondered if she was okay now. How was she really holding up? Tyrone wondered if he could try and reach out to her. He never had the time to do it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a question.

"What's up, Grace?" Kit asked behind him.

"When did the sky get darker?" she asked. Everyone stopped in their tracks. Tyrone took a look up at the sky. Was it going to rain? No, that can't be right. It never rains in the city. The fire angel shook his head.

"No..." he said. Tyrone had to push himself to keep walking.

"Ty?" Harry asked. His voice sounded so distant.

Tyrone can only remember his mother from his human life. All he wanted to do was make her proud. Look at what good that did him. So why does he keep going? That's all that he knows how to do. But is that really enough? Tyrone had never really thought about that. This was what being left with your thoughts did to you.

"Ty. Ty!"

The fire angel turned his head. Harry stared at him with his hand on his shoulder.

"You okay man?" he asked.

"No," Tyrone admitted. He wasn't going to lie anymore. No, he wasn't fine. Tyrone was done with lying. They all felt the same as him. There was no use in pretending that everything was fine. Still, they kept going. They didn't have a choice.

They do but the alternative isn't any better.

Tyrone knows there isn't time to think about that. They have to keep going. There aren't any questions anymore. Now, they have bigger things to worry about.

The skies have been getting darker after all. It's only a matter of time...

What will they do once they get out of the city? Nobody had thought that far ahead. Allen wanted to go back to Heaven. No one else in his group had thought about that place in a long time.

"I don't even remember what it looks like," Harry said. Still, Allen just had to get back there. But what did the others want? Kit was the only one to ask this question.

"What will we do if we escape?" he asked. Everyone looked at him, but they didn't answer. Tyrone didn't know how to answer that either. He didn't want to get his hopes up and plan ahead. Allen already did that much damage to him.

Allen Fucking Walker, man.

The fire angel pushed his thoughts out of his head and kept walking. He too knows that something isn't right. How long before something happens?

Tyrone looked up at the sky. There was a drip on his cheek.

Oh...