Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Prologue

June, 1989

If someone was to hit two chains together multiple times, it wouldn't have come close to the loud sounds that echoed throughout Harmony's ears. The excruciating sounds were grinding through her ears, making her body tremble with annoyance.

Wearing skinny jeans, brown combat boots, a dark blue long sleeve, and a thick black jacket wasn't ideal for a battlefield, but she hadn't had a choice. With brown hair blowing in the man-made winds of war, Harmony gazed around with her dark brown gaze. The war was brutal, taking place in the city of Seattle, Washington.

Alex and Frank had told her they were on their way. Harmony was told to run as fast as she could to the multiple-story shopping center. There, there was to be a helicopter with them in it.

Harmony began running quickly again, trying to ignore the agonizing cries of war. Her feet carried her swiftly and silently, dodging the fallen machines and soldiers. The feeling to scrunch her nose up came when she passed the dead, bloody bodies.

"Harmony!" Alex's loud and deep voice caught her attention.

"Alex!" Harmony called out and felt a sudden urge to run faster.

Before the woman could lengthen her stride to run the rest of the twenty feet, a sharp pain came into her back. Opening her mouth, Harmony looked to see a knife stuck through the middle of her chest. The soldier who had stabbed her was shot to the ground by Alex in seconds.

"No!" Alex cried out, jumping out of the helicopter.

Falling to her knees, Harmony held the handle of the knife and pulled it out painfully. Before her head could touch the ground, she was caught by Alex. He cradled Harmony's upper body up against him.

"Harmony, no, please!" Alex pleaded, tears coming to his tough eyes.

"Alex," she panted, her mouth gaped only slightly.

"Y-You're going to be fine," Alex's voice changed back to the tougher, deeper one it usually was.

"Take care of my. . .daughter," Harmony held a bloody hand to his cheek and closed her eyes. "Promise."

"Harmony!" Frank had grabbed the dying woman's other hand from the other side. "Fuck! Don't do this, hang on!"

As Harmony's brown eyes became blank, lifeless, a sob from Alex sounded. Frank had turned, too pained to look at his dead friend, but Alex used his fingers to gently stroke her cheek and close her limp eyelids.

"I promise," a whisper escaped Alex.