Death Has Wings

It Just Got Serious

It was in P.E and we had just finished the best game of football we had ever played. I didn't even like sport.

"Well done boys. We still have fifteen minutes of the lesson left so just chill until it's time to go in." The coach shouted from across the field. Everyone collapsed onto the grass. It was around twenty degrees, and everyone was sweating. Except me. I was bone dry. The thing was, I had never sweated, even when I had a fever. I suppose I was just lucky. Tyrone came over to me, panting. He sat down next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"How...are...you...not...sweating?"

"I'm used to heat..." Tyrone shrugged his shoulders. He let his hand slip from my shoulder and stared at the others.

"I broke up with Sam..."

"I guessed." Tyrone turned towards me, a slight smile on his face.

"I don't care what she tells people. I really don't care. I've had enough of her. All of her bitching, her moaning, her complaining. Nothing was ever good enough for her, not even when I proposed..." His smile disappeared and he looked at the grass beneath him.

"You proposed?" I tried to sound as curious as I could.

"Yeah. She said no. I felt as if all the things I had done for he over the years meant nothing. I decided then that I was going to break up with her, to make her feel my pain. That was a year ago. She kept pulling me in, against my will. All that time, I was seeing other girls and I never told her until now. I really don't care how she feels, she drained my every emotion, she ripped out my soul. She didn't care what I wanted. She was the most selfish girl I had ever known, yet I loved her. I loved her with all my heart."

Bastard.

"You shouldn't think like that, Tyrone. She did love you, she just didn't know how to show it. Girls are tricky. You have to try and get into their heads, you have to try and think like them." Where had that come from? I never gave advice like that.

Before Tyrone could reply, Alexandria came over to us, her eyes a darker shade than usual. She sat in front of us both and sighed.

"Sam's too much for me too handle. She's in hysterics and is babbling on about how you," She nodded towards Tyrone. "Are a prick. I don't believe her, I think you're a nice guy." She smiled at him. I felt something churn inside me. Hatred? Maybe. Jealousy? Probably. All the food I ate yesterday? Definitely.

"I think you're nice too. What about you Clark? Don't you think Alex is just adorable?" Tyrone was really pushing his luck. I stayed silent, not wanting to say something I would regret. Alexandria giggled and hid her face behind her hair. How dare they flirt, especially with me right here? I cleared my throat, exaggerating the noise. They didn't stop. Anger started to bubble up inside me and I felt my fingers tingle. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths.

The sun warmed the air around me, making it hard to fill my lungs properly. I tried to calm the emotions inside me, but to no avail. The anger bubbled up more, consuming my heart. More deep breaths. I had to calm down or I would let my emotions take over me, causing more damage than I wanted to. The feeling of something wet on my hands made me snap out of my trance.

Alexandria was gone and I was straddled over Tyrone's body. His throat was slit, almost deep enough to decapitate him. Blood soaked his clothes and pooled around him. I looked at my hands. Blood, and lots of it. It dripped from my fingers, onto Tyrone's corpse. I took a deep breath and stood up. Stepping over Tyrone, I ran to the creek at the edge of the field. I didn't care if anyone found his body, I just wanted to get the blood off of my hands.

The water felt cool against my skin. It's gentle lapping was soothing, like a silent lullaby. I smiled. Tyrone was dead. At least now he wouldn't flirt with Alexandria.

*****

"You foolish boy! Killing in broad daylight! Do not let the same mistake happen or you will have to deal with my brother!" I flinched at Lucifer's words. Alexandria was behind him, looking ashamed. Lucifer turned to her. "You. I told you not to see him. Look what you caused him to do. He's already taken two souls without my telling him to! You should know better!" He stormed off, into his 'house', leaving me and Alexandria outside. I decided to go home. It was too awkward to stay.

I turned and walked away. She didn't say a word as I left her sight and started to run.

*****

"Father?" I got no reply. Good. He was out. I sighed and went into the kitchen. I saw Timor's bowl was empty. I hadn't seen him since last Monday. I hadn't seen Callum since then either. I decided to blow the whistle around my neck, to see if Timor would come. He did. He came bounding up to me from nowhere, almost knocking me off my feet.

"Alright, down boy." He obeyed. I smiled and ran upstairs, Timor right behind me. I went to my room and opened the door, only to find someone in there. Timor started to growl behind me and the person froze. They had a book in their hands. They turned slowly.

"I didn't know you were a Satanist." Alice's voice seemed to fill my head. I willed Timor to stop and he did. Obedient creatures, Hell-hounds.

"I'm not." I walked towards her. "Why're you in my room?" She shrugged.

"I got bored and you were the first person I could think of to visit."

"You could've visited like a normal person by knocking the front door instead of entering through my window like a-"

"Ninja." We both burst out laughing. Trust Alice to say something like that. I would've gone with something along the lines of stalker. Timor broke through our laughter with a single bark, one that made Alice jump and drop the book that she was holding.

"Quiet." Just one word and Timor laid down by my feet. "Sorry about him...you're a new person and he gets excited." Lies. Timor knew something was up. "What's the book you dropped?" I picked it up. The Satanic Bible. Wonderful.

"I didn't know you had stuff like this." Alice pointed to the book.

"It's not mine." I went to throw it on the bed but I noticed that the food was still there. I walked over to my shelf and put the book in the little box. It would be safe there. Alice nodded to the food on my bed.

"You having a sleepover or something?"

"No, I just got really hungry."

"Okay...so you got hungry enough to bring about a corner shop's worth of food to your room? Typical." She laughed slightly. "Oh, by the way, I know what you did to Tyrone." I froze. I couldn't lie to her.

"I don't remember what happened. One second I was sitting beside him, and the next I was on top of his dead body." I could still feel the blood on my hands. It made me smile. I hadn't cared about my future when I was younger, but faced with everything that had happened within the past two weeks, I finally accepted my future. I was an Angel of Death, and nothing could change that. Well, apart from dying.