We Are The Wicked Ones

Chapter One

Deirdre felt Simon's heart thudding in his chest. His great green eyes were wide with fear and shock, and she felt his hand reach over to hers. He was looking away, so he couldn't see that she didn't even seem to notice. Truthfully, she felt no emotions right now. Just get the mission done, she thought. She glared ahead of her, and she saw just what she needed- Knox and Wikken kneeling side by side, with Wikken's hands closed upon The Crimson Curse's.
"Mistress," he cooed, his bird like voice foiled with so many emotions Dierdre could feel the curiosity radiating off of Simon. The Curse's head was facing away from them, so Simon couldn't see the one they had come so far to defeat. But Deirdre could. Knox's jaw twitched, and Deirdre knew what was coming. Knox's Black eyes moved forward and met with Deirdre's. That's when things went wrong. Deirdre sprang out from under the tree with such grace that she saw Wikken's eyes grow wide. "DEIRDRE!" Shouted Simon. He too sprang out. Deirdre rounded on him. "You, boy, stay out of this. You cannot win. Leave this to me." A look of hurt crossed Simon's face, but then a look of rock hard determination. He looked at Wikken. "So, you're the man who has been following us." Wikken smiled half-heartedly. From the chair, a weak voice said, "yes, he has. But of course, there was nothing You fools could do about it." Then, all of a sudden, the Curse rose from her chair. She turned slowly, and Simon made a strange guttural sound at the sight of her. Scars crosses her once beautiful face, and her short brown hair was matted with blood and dirt. He long red robes were torn and her skin was brown with mud and blood. But worst of all was the mess of wings attached to her back. They were dark red, and Simon had to restrain himself from vomiting when he saw what they were made of- dark blood formed the shape of the "feathers" of her large, deformed wings. Deirdre narrowed her eyes. "Curse." Curse Smirked. "Angel." Deirdre frowned. Her cover was blown. Simon's eyes widened. "Wha-" but he couldn't even get the question out before he was ambushed. A group of demonic wolves sprang out of the thorn trees. Simon whipped out his staff and began swinging at the wolves fending them off. Deirdre coldly turned back to the Curse, who was snickering. The others had joined the fight. "So, Deirdre, have you come all this way to kill me? You've already retrieved the woman you came to save. So why don't you just give up?" She sneered. Deirdre answered coldly," my mission was to kill you." And then she blew. She felt her angelic powers surging in her, like she was floating on clouds. White light engulfed her, and she threw her head back. She unfolded her wings. Her beautiful, white, gossamer wings. And she smiled. "Curse, you have no power over the Power of God." She thrust out her hand, and Curse recoiled, shrieking at the Holy Water that Deirdre held in her hand. Then Deirdre heard a scream. Turning, she saw Simon flying through the air, blood splattering the ground, claw marks raked across his soft face. He landed with a thud, his beanie falling off his light brown hair, revealing the scar he was so afraid of seeing- the scar where the doctors had tried to remove his cancer, bit had failed. Seeing him there, one the ground, Deirdre remembered him- his subtly handsome and adorable face, his beanie, his humbleness, his cleverness, his peanut butter obsession, his loving heart- and she realized something. There was a reason that Jamie Duncan hadn't worked for Curse. And that reason was that Curse hadn't gotten the one mortal with the genuine heart. That person was Simon. Simon was the mortal with the genuine heart. And at that realization, Deirdre felt something she had never felt before. She felt something other that happiness or coldness. She had no idea how to express it. Was it.... Was she feeling emotions. No. Angels don't feel emotions. Or do they? She didn't know. She never had before. She tried to think of a word. Sadness, anger, fierceness, fear, disgust. Most of all she was confused. And then she heard the voice. The voice of God whispering in her mind: love, child. She was feeling love. She turned from Simon to Curse. The next few minutes were a blur. Curse lunged at Deirdre, who lunged back at her, and as their light and dark energies converged, something extraordinary happened. Deirdre's heart started beating. She realized with a jolt that God had granted her a second life. A second chance. Here, in the middle of battle. And she knew exactly why. As she and Curse Threw magic at each other, she heard Simon's weak, barely audible voice. "Deirdre... You're-you're one of them." No, she thought. I'm good. I'm an angel. They are just servants of Lucifer. But she had no time to reply, for she saw Simon's head snap back as Curse's spell headed straight toward him. Deirdre didn't know why she did it. She jumped in front of Simon and shielded him. Her heart was beating fast. Her human heart. Which was hers to give up, if she wished. As she felt the hot, icy fire burn through her flesh and her head grow dizzy, she saw Simon's face one last time. His look was a mix of two things- love and terror. But what she heard him say broke her even more. "You're one of them. You're one of them. You're one of them." Her vision blurred, and as she felt her newly given heart slow down-thump. Thump- she thought no, no, no. Thump. Thump. Thump. Silence.