Fallen Angels

Bad Angel

Someone's tracking me, I can feel it. The thing is, though, nobody knows I exist or if they do, they don't know what I am and what I'm capable of. It can only mean one thing. There's another fallen angel, tracking me. I don't think it's to praise me about what I've been doing either. I've been alive for thousands of years and yet I've never seen another fallen.
Anxious that's what I am. Anxious that when they eventually find me, and it won't she hard considering all the destruction I've left in my path, we'll have to fight. Eventhough I enjoy causing trouble, I hate confrontation. I can feel trepidation settling in as I sense them getting closer. In my haste to get away however, I only seem to be causing more terrible things to happen. My emotions are going out of control and when that happens I can't control the ruination around me. Houses, along with trees and cars, are blowing up. And I can't do anything to stop it. There are too many things happening at once and it's messing with my emotional state, making my feelings stronger, and incidentally, only making more objects go up in flames. I can feel my body shutting down because of how many emotions are running through it, it can't handle this. Legs collapse, followed shortly by the rest of my body, until I'm laying completely on the ground. Breathing slows. The last thing I see before the darkness engulfs me is the smoke filled sky. Finally, my eyes close.