The Fallen Angel

Discord, whatever did I do?

Bitch. Wattpad saved none of my shit. I'm pissed. I feel better now, mainly because it's been an hour and I've listened to Yeah by Usher for around thirty minutes now. Ha... Warning- {Mature Language and Mature Themes} please do not read if you can't take theses subjects. I may use some ideas from TMI like Steles and Runs.

Alisha's POV

I groan, sitting up from the hard ground I lay on. Damn the council, it was harmless until the idiotic council member decided to try and take the hot glue! Whatever, banishment isn't that bad right? I put my hands out in front of me, seeing that my body is completely different then when I last say myself, I now look like I am from Asian decent.

At least I still have my heavenly mark, that means the prophecy is still going. Speaking of the prophecy, why do I have to listen to the council? I could murder, maybe that my purpose, maybe that's why they sent me down here.....I sit up on my knees, grasping the tree behind me for balance as I pull myself up to stand.

It's been almost three years since I've last stepped on the ground. I slowly use the same muscles I would to flap my wings, testing if I broke any. I hiss through my teeth, feeling the bones in my bottom left wing move unnaturally. At least I only broke one, I can still fly, just not as powerfully until it heals over.

I suppose I could use a rune to help heal it. Yea, that is I would if I could find my stele. Did they let me keep what was on my person? I tilt my head down, looking at the clothes I had on.

It seemed I had a short shirt with the words 'MyChemicalRomance' scrawled messily across it, and grey sweats on. I bet the back of my shirt has holes for my top wings, my bottoms pair fitting nicely below where the shirt ends off. It ends right below my ribcage.

At least the council had the dignity give me a nice body. Ha, either way, that's not changing my decision. They chose their own fate.

They chose, not me. I close my eyes, shoving myself off the tree, standing unsteadily on my previously unused feet. I got this. I slowly put out one foot, then another, soon getting the hang of walking again.

I look around for my stele, nearly slapping myself with annoyance as I see it beneath the tree I started at. I walk over and pick it up, twirling the cold material between my index and middle finger. Ah, it's nice to have this again. I wrap my arm as close as I can go my wing, before marking the rune in.

The runs burns my skin before beginning to place the bones back into place, quite painfully might I add. I'll play the game the council wants, that is until I get settled. They've chosen their own fate....

-One Week Later-

I blink at the man in front of me, near wanting to punch him. "Bitch, I said get out of the way, you cosplayer!" He yells, knife glinting in the darkness and it points to my throat. I narrow my eyes," What did you call me, Shit-Cake?" Yea, I devolved the human culture and colorful language quickly.

What can I say, it came naturally. Oh, I also found my bow, it was hidden as my necklace, how ironic. He growls, lunging out at me with his knife, near stabbing my shoulder. I'll say one thing about this man, he is not 100% human. No human could strike with such accuracy and strength.

I wrap my fingers around my necklace, summoning my bow. I load an arrow quickly, aiming it at the mans shoulder. "Stop or I'll shoot." I warn, closing one eye, ready to fire.

The man chuckles, suddenly a dark shimmering wall falls from around the man, only to reveal a gruesome painting of hell. Cut smile from cheek to cheek, eyelids burnt and eyes red. Black hair dirty and ratty. Damn, he looks like me when I wake up.

"Ah, I've seen worse then you." I say reprovingly, releasing my hold on the arrow, letting it fly into his shoulder. He grunts in pain, but other than that I see no reaction. Wow, that's new.

My bow automatically reloads, ready to shoot again, I aim towards his other shoulder this time. I let go. My eyes widen as he rolls out of the way, throwing his knife towards me. Everything speeds up, my scream of pain blocks the sound of the soft pitter-patter of blood dripping onto the dark alleyway ground.

I flick my head to my wing, now pinned to the wall with his knife. "You f*cker!" I scream at him, wrapping my arms around my body, sobbing into my own arms. This normally works. Pity. I mean, it hurts like god damn hell, but I would never cry over physical pain. He laughs maniacally, ripping the knife out. I scream out, blood pouring from the limb he just ripped his blade out of. Before I can regain my wits, he shoves his blade into my other wing, the right one.

This time, I don't hold back, I scream, curse, and lash out at his face. He spits at my feet, making me move my bare feet back. He puts his hand threateningly close to my face. "Next time, listen bitch..." He whispers in my ear, ripping out his knife, making me crumple to the ground. "You've chosen your fate.." I mumble as he walks away, and as my near-passed out brain works to remember his exact looks and movements before the glamor and after. I glare at his retesting figure, before the darkness takes me...

Sorry it's short, but I've realized a don't pull the story out enough, so imma start doing that now. Hope you enjoyed! Please comment some criticism, it'll do a great deal of help! ... I am listening to Good Girls Bad Boys by Falling in Reverse, and it just said:" I wanna kiss your lips... The ones between your hips."
Holy hell. Okay, back on track. If you want to surest anything, please do. BYA~!

I'm sorry, I know nobody read it before I edited, but I originally wrote on an iPad, so the paragraphs were huge