ANGELS || jb, au

two

I stared down at my feet as I walked, somehow interested completely in the gravel that crunched beneath each step I took.

My hands were stuffed into the pockets of my jacket. It was cold outside, which was normal for the middle of winter. Obviously.

Every now and then I would look up to see a car or two buzz past me sending it's fumes straight into my face every time. I let out a huff, seeing my breath hang in front of my face for a second.

I turned the last corner and walked into the alleyway that held the door to my apartment, fumbling with my keys for a second before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

As I got settled I let out a heavy breath I didn't know I was holding. I sat down on the couch with my dinner, pushing my hand through my hair and pulling on the ends to help relieve some of the stress I was feeling.

My eyes kept flicking between the TV and my backpack. I had midterms coming up and I knew I had to study, but the Walking Dead honestly seemed so much more appealing.

The struggles of a college student.

I had just gotten comfortable, stretched out on the couch, when a loud bang and the sound of shattering glass caused me to get back to my feet with a groan.

When I looked out the window I didn't see anything right away, but I heard a scream. Several.

This wasn't exactly the brightest part of town, but I'd never heard of or seen anything happen this close to home.

"Let it be, Justin." I mumbled to myself, clenching my jaw and fists several times to help release some of the tension running through my veins.

Another bang and another scream, seeming closer this time, made me quickly change my mind. I threw on my jacket again and pulled my hood over my head again as I raced down the stairs. I was met with a scene in the alleyway immediately.

Some guy had what I could see was a girl pressed up against the brick wall. A gun was shoved under her chin.

I didn't even have to force my legs to move as I started towards him at a sprint. It happened naturally. The angel in me wanted to end this.

His head snapped my way as he heard me coming, and I lunged to tackle him as quickly as I could. He landed on his back, and I found his gun now pressed against my own chest.

"You didn't really think this one through, did you hero boy?" His voice was deep and rough.

It made me laugh. I didn't have to think any of this through. I landed a punch on his jaw, grabbing his gun with my other hand. I heard the woman gasp, making me look up at her for just a second before focusing on the bastard again.

I heard another bang. She screamed again. When I looked down at the man, he started to scream, too. He was staring at my chest, and soon I knew what had happened. He shot me.

My lips twisted into a grin, and I laughed again. "Have fun in hell. I'll be sure to see you there someday." I winked as my hand found his throat, watching as his entire body started convulsing. His eyes rolled back in his head, and I felt him sink into nothing beneath me. He was gone.

"Fuck, this does kind of hurt." I grabbed the wall next to me, pulling myself to stand up straight as I started to notice the bullet wound in my chest. There wasn't any blood, but the pain was all there.

"Wh- what-t?" The woman still hadn't moved. As I slowly looked up, my eyes meeting hers, she seemed paralyzed with fear. She probably had so many questions.

With a grunt I pushed myself off of my wall, making my way over to her. I leaned on the wall, putting each of my hands on either side of her head. My forehead was nearly touching hers. I looked into her eyes. They were beautiful. I could see every emotion in them, just by standing here.

"You're going to go home and go to bed." I started speaking, slowly, but with force. "And when you wake up, you won't remember this. Or me."

She didn't stop her shaking. She just stared up at me. I knew she was listening. She wanted to understand.

"Got it?" I heard myself snap, my eyes still only inches from hers.

"G-Got it." She nodded slowly. With that I stood up straight, groaning at the pain that I felt. I turned to go back to my apartment.

"Thank you." She looked up at me.

I stopped in my tracks, unable to keep myself from smirking again. I let out a laugh as I turned to face her, smiling. "Don't thank me."

I watched as a whole new wave of emotion washed over her, and she scurried around the corner towards her own home.

The door to my apartment shut with a heavy thud behind me once I was back inside. I settled down on the couch again, frowning when I realized I missed the ending of the Walking Dead. The pain of the gunshot wound still radiated throughout my chest.

Oh, the struggles of a fallen angel gone college student.

It's late but I felt like writing. I hope you guys enjoy.