Fallen

Sticks and Stones... Maybe Spades

"Who the fuck is he? Where did he come from? And why the fuck is the a giant tear in the back of his t-shirt... And why is he wearing shorts and a t-shirt!" I heard a angry man shout.

"He's a evil angel!" She screamed/replied.

"What the the fuck is that!." He replied back.

"Because he fell out the sky," I replied with my eyes closed. "And he has a name."

"AHHHH FUCK!" They screamed.

"FUCK!!!" I screamed.

"Why the fuck are you screaming!" He screamed.

"Because Angels have very good senses!" I screamed, "and it hurts when you scream" I moaned.

"Your not a fucking angel!" He screamed.

"Yes I fucking am!" I screamed.

"Can we all just stop fucking screaming" Hope screamed.

"No we fucking can" He screamed.

"Yes we fucking can." I screamed at the same time.

And then Hope and the dude went on with a loud argument, and it just kept going on and on.

"QUIET!" I shouted in a deep commanding voice, it stayed quiet. "Thank you, yes I am a fucking angel."

"Bu-" The dude started.

"Shut up!" I shouted again.

"My name is Kato Mercer, I'm the nicest angel you will ever meet." I explained.

"So what happens when you die if your so smart." The dude asked testily.

"You just go to sleep, eternal rest isn't that what the bible said?" I answer, also relying on the information I found out before I got hit in the head.

"What happens when you die." Hope asked.

"We don't die... Usually." I replied, just remembering where I was, I was back in the cabin, sat in a portable chair tied with climbing ropes.

"OK... Before I ask the question what do you mean usually, I want to know if your actually a angel, before base camp gets here." The dude asked.

"OK then what's your name?" I ask.

"Why do you need to know?" He asked.

"John Morrison." He replied.

"And there we go, now undo these ropes so I can show you." I asked.

"What!" They shouted.

"Great Gabriel with wings! How do you expect me to show if am a angel or not, without the proper wingspan in here anyway you have a freaking ice axe!" I explained.

"Fine." He reluctantly freed me.

"Yay!" I laughed and rushed out the door quickly.

I was a few hundred meters before my feet started to get cold.

I started to draw my wings out my back, a unbelievable amount of dry feathers and wings coming out my body.

Just getting longer and longer clicking because of in-use but fixed.

This might be because I was in sunshine for a amount of time. I figured

My wings were at their full span.

I was taking off.

"What the fuck!" I heard John shout.

"Ah don't worry I'm just messing around." I laughed.

I was circling them above.

"Get down before I hit you with a spade again!" John shouted.

"Fuck you." I shouted.

"Fuck you to!" He shouted.

"Screw you!" I shouted back.

"Screw your mother!" He screamed.

"My mother is dead!" I shouted.

"Then screw your dad." He shouted a little taken back.

"He's dead to." I sank, emotionally and literary until I landed.

"Angel's can't die..." Hope muttered.

"Your thinking of the elders." I sighed, "You see angels can die if they fall in love, when they fall in love they age like a human, when were mentally ten years old we pick a age to stay, I chose seventeen like many others."

"So how many angels is there?" John asked.

"One hundred and fifty, and there will only be that number no more... And no less." I sighed again.

"So what's your story." Hope asked.

"I figured I had to tell someone." I joked, "Let's go back to the hut so I can tell you."

We all sighed tiredly and went back to the cabin.

All to await my story...

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