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Angel

Ok sorry for not making a Bajancanadian x reader of a while.. heh. Well, here it is. Deathrow! Bajancanadian x Secret! Guardian Angel! Reader. Here ya go!

Hope ya get noticed,

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(Mitch pov)

God. So this is how it ends. To be hung at the stroke of 4 in the court square. I could see the people gathering from my small bared window above the square. I sighed and leaned on the mossy, cold stone brick wall. I tugged a little at the rusty iron chains that bond me. The red metal was painfully chaffing my skin. I groaned loudly resting my head on the wall. I brought my knees closer to my chest in an attempt to sit more comfortably. I gazed around the dimly lite room. The rusty iron door was shut tightly opposite where I was sitting. I was waiting for when that door would open and death would be there.

I couldn't but wonder. Is (y/n) ok? Last I saw her is when were in a cave and we got jumped. They took me and left (y/n) there. With a broken wing and bleeding. I made me feel worse was the devastation that spread across her slim face. I sighed and closed my eyes.

(3rd pov)

A calming dirt path suddenly exploded with action.  A horses hooves dug deep into the soft dirt as it flung its self down the path. The horse's breath was heavy and fast. It wore no saddle, no bridle, its mane was windblown and knotted, eyes showing descent of its wild ancestors. On top of this mighty beast was a women. Her a soft white wing wrapped hastily in bloodied bandages. Her other uninjured wing was pinned close to her slim shoulders. Her (h/c) locks whipped and bounced with each step of the horse. She glared with bright and beautiful (e/c) eyes down at the little golden hologram in her hand.

The golden image flickered and twitched, but still showed the same thing. Her friend. Whom she was sent to protect, and by notch's will, she damn will. She stared in anger as the male was bond with rusting chains in a damp stone cell. He seems to be losing hope as his head was buried into his knees.

Suddenly the horse slowed and the women clapped her hand shut the image of her friend disappearing. The horse slowed to a tried, drawn out walk. It's head drooped as it breathlessly panted spit dropping onto the dusty ground as the mouth hung open trying to refill its lungs.

"No! Nononononono! I sorry buddy, but we can't stop!" The women said raising her arms above her head.

A bright golden aura surrounded her hands. The women closed her eyes and brought her hands down onto the horses shoulders. The horses white head shot up energy coursing through its veins. It grew taller and once dull brown hooves turned golden. The dusty white coat clearing to a bright clean white. It's mane changed from a dull black to a white with many streaks of gold running though it. The horses once brown eyes spiraled into a gold. The horse neighed loudly and took off down the path leaving the women clinging to its silky mane.

(Mitch pov)

The cuffs painfully cut my skin as I was tugged through the street. All around me villagers were booing and yelling indecent curse words towards me. Some were even throwing things at me. I've already been hit with a couple tin cans, and a rotten tomato. The guards seemed to be having fun parading me through the streets. We were nearing the square because more and more people were crowded around the edges of the streets.

I bowed my head. This was it, this was the end. I thought I would live a full and happy live. Heh. I even thought I would get with (y/n). Maybe have a couple kids, grow old and be those weird grandparents that always tell their grand kids different stories of the hay day. Heh. That would have been the best in the world, but people die young, no one can stop fate. I just- I just thought (y/n) would be by my side through the whole thing. That she would be there holding my hand smile never fading. Heh. She would laugh at the face of death if he ever came near. That's why I love her, she was fearless, but she was kind. I always felt safe with her, whether it be in a pitch black cave or in a bloody battle. She was there, fighting hard and showing no fear.