Imaginary (Niam, Ziall, Ziam, Larry fanfic)

Part 6

Zayn

The last time he saw Niall he was holding his hand as he jumped into the frigid water rushing underneath the bridge. It was supposed to be easier to find him than this. Sure he knew he would be assigned to a kid, just like he had been when he had taken his life, but he was supposed to have found him by now. For the past eleven years he's been traveling the world in search for his precious Niall in the hopes of having him in his arms again.

He was currently on the west coast of America searching through the states and having some fun as he did so. Since Niall died when he was supposed to be his guardian angel that means he failed his mission. The moment Niall stopped breathing he was immediately dragged to hell by the demons and was turned into a dark angel. The difference between demons and dark angels is demons are stuck in hell for eternity while dark angels are still free to roam the earth causing mischief wherever they go. Zayn always was up for a bit of fun anyways but now that he has demon like qualities infused into his brain he can't help the urges that surge up inside of him. He had been dead for decades now and his likeness of humans has sense vanished after he lost his Niall.

All he wanted now was for him and Niall to live a life of eternity together. He couldn't give a damn about anyone else in the world. This was the plan. This was how it was supposed to go. It's just taking a little longer than he had hoped.

was walking along the street somewhere in Los Angles his black wings molded into his back so they weren't visible. His method of transportation was usually flying when he would go from city to city. He would just walk on foot though and tried to blend in when searching the streets of various cities. It was already past eight and the nightlife was starting to come out of the shadows and on to the streets lit by bright neon and flashing signs.

He was dressed in all black and his raven black hair was styled up, making him enticing to all the girls and even some of the boys that crossed paths with him. He knew he looked good and he basked in the attention. As he strolled down the street he was searching for anyway to cause hysteria among the humans. He puffed on a cigarette before putting it out with his boots and making way to his next victims. Zayn could do many things but his favorite was to burn things. He wasn't sure if it had something to do with the all burning flames in hell or if it was just the wonders of destruction that it caused, but he craved it. Some would say he was defiantly a pyromaniac, but he just look at it as having a little destructive fun.

He entered inside a decent size bar with people drinking and dancing. It was a dim setting and filled with the smoke of weed and cigars and various alcohols. It was Maverick's favorite smell. He made his way through the crowd of various people to the bar where he ordered himself a beer. Alcohol didn't affect him, but he still enjoyed the taste of it. He made his way to a table in the back and sat down observing and sipping from his beer. He lit another cigarette and began playing with his lighter. He watched the flame intently move from side to side before he closed his lighter and went back to observing.

Once he was finished with his beer he stood up and made his way to the bathroom in the back. When he entered the bathroom he looked to see if anyone else was in there before locking the door. He then began unhinging sinks and bathroom stalls from the ground and smashing them against the walls. Water sprayed everywhere, quickly beginning to flood the floors. He took one of the mirrors from the wall and smashed it into a million pieces on the floor. He took off the lid to the paper towel dispenser and lit it on fire with his lighter, watching the roll catch quickly ablaze. He knew it wouldn't spread because of the water quickly flooding the whole space but he thought it add a nice touch to the destruction. He then pulled out a can of spray paint he had hidden in his leather jacket pocket and began to paint random designs on the wall. By this point people were pounding on the door and water was rushing under it. He quickly sprayed on a few more things before taking one last look at the destruction he caused, pleased with the results, before slipping through the wall and out into the night. He grew out his black wings and outstretched them before quickly shooting up into the air and flying to his next destination.