Middle of the Week Motivation

Caught in the Power

It was a relatively peaceful day as Mark walked down the street, his hands shoved deep in his pocket as he strolled down the block. He whistled quietly to himself, some random tune that popped in his head, most likely something that was playing on the radio earlier. The road was surprisingly empty, he thought there'd be more activity on a Sunday afternoon in the middle of July. He passed a few buildings, a hotel, a restaurant and local bar. He paused temporarily, debating whether or not to go inside one, to get out of the heat, eventually choosing to carry on. He passed more buildings, crossed a street and ran across the road to avoid being ran over. He turned a corner, walking away for the main road, off into a side alley as a shortcut to back home.

He sighed, throwing a look each direction before climbing over a chain link fence that separated the city streets from his small neighborhood. He did this quite often, and it probably wasn't illegal, but he still didn't fancy the idea of someone watching him crawl over. A slight breeze ruffled his raven hair, and Mark subconsciously reached up to fix it, running his fingers through the soft strands of hair. He would've kept walking, he was so close to arriving at his destination of his warm and comfy home, but he was stopped by a voice, calling out to his from above.

"Uh..." the voice sighed, seemingly frustrated. "Could you help me, some how, please?" The Irish accent rang out. Mark looked around for the source, but found nothing. "I'm up here."

Mark turned his gaze towards the sky, using his hand to block out the glaring brightness of the sun. What he saw, was something he never would've guessed. There was an angel caught in the power lines. He seemed exhausted as he stared down at Mark with his electric blue eyes. He struggled again, flapping his wings harshly and wiggling his body, but to no avail. If he kept that up, the power lines would snap, and that wouldn't be good for anyone.

"Wait!" Mark called up to the neon green haired figure. "Stop struggling! I'll be there in a second." The angel complied, hanging limp from the tangled wires.

Mark darted his eyes around, looking for a way to get up to the poor creature. Mark feared for its life more than for his own. He looked at the pole that the wires hung off of, but there was no way to climb up, or at least no way that was in reach. Mark sighed, looking around again. He soon spotted a fire escape that ran up a nearby building, and grinned as ran towards it. He ran up the stairs, all the way up to the top, which was probably the most exercise he'd had in awhile.

He paused at the top, hunching over as he stood on the roof to catch his breath. He righted himself after a couple seconds and surveyed his surroundings. He then realized, there was another building between the one he was on and the one that was closest to the telephone pole. He sighed, walking up the edge. The gap wasn't too far, he could practically step between from one to the other, so he did. As he crossed the roof heading towards the building he wanted to be on, he realized this time, it wouldn't be so easy.

The distance to the next building was significantly farther, a good 5 to 10 feet apart. Mark bit his lip, glancing between the angel who hung from the power lines and the gap between the buildings. He wouldn't be much help to the angel if he fell to his death, but he couldn't leave the poor thing dangling there either. Mark paused, before deciding to take a leap of faith. He backed up a good distance to get a running start, and then went for it.

It's safe to say, he's never been as scared as then in his whole entire life. He willed himself forward as he neared the edge, determined and hoping that he wouldn't fall short. He jumped with all the energy and power he could muster, sailing through the air and landing not so gracefully on the other side. But he made it. So I guess that's all that really matters. Though, there was still one problem. Mark, again, paused trying to figure out how exactly he was going to get to the telephone pole. He decided once more to take a leap of faith. He stepped back, getting another running start. He jumped to the pole, grabbing the metal bars that held up the power lines, dangling perilously 40 feet above the ground.

The angel looked up at him skeptically. "You're fricking crazy, you know that?"

Mark nodded, his feet dangling as he held onto metal bars. "Can you move?" The angel shifted, before crying out, accidently connecting two of the lines and shocking himself. Mark frowned and the angel panted. "Guess not." Mark mumbled. He looked around his surroundings, seeing if he could do anything to help. His gaze fell upon a switch at the top of the pole, which was labeled 'on' and 'off.' The switch was flipped to 'on.' "Ok, I have an idea." Mark climbed up the other two metal bars, sitting on the bottom bars and wrapping his legs around the pole. He flipped the switch to 'off' before calling out to the angel again. "Try now."

The angel wiggled again, easier this time, doing his best to get closer to Mark. Mark stretched out his hand, and the angel moved closer. Mark felt his stomach drop as he heard to power lines snap, the angel launching himself toward the raven haired in attempts to save himself. Mark let go of the pole, reaching out for the angel as he fell, but keeping his legs wrapped around the pole so they didn't fall. And that was how they ended up in this situation, Mark hanging upside down from the top of the pole, holding onto the green haired angel.

"Now what?" The angel asked.

"I'm gonna let go." Mark replied simply.

"What!?" The angel's blue eyes widened in dismay.

"I mean, you can fly, right?"

"I-" But the angel was cut short as the two of them began to fall.

He squeezed his eyes shut, flapping his wings with all his might and slowed their fall. Mark ended up landing on his back, the angel falling on top of him, passed out from overexertion. Mark sat up, looking at the destruction they had caused, the power lines dangling, snapped in half. He then turns his attention to the poor creature that lay on his lap. There were burn marks as well as scars all across his wings and upper body, causing the brown eyed man to frown. He gently stood to his feet, carrying the angel bridal style and heading once more to his house. Upon getting inside, he realized that he didn't have power as well, so he was thankful for the bright sunlight that streamed through the open windows. He sat on the floor next to the couch, messing around on his phone until he heard the angel stir next to him. He clicked his phone off and turned attention to the green haired creature as it groaned, letting out a hiss of pain when he tried to move.

"You uh..." Mark trailed off. "Well, I was gonna ask if you were ok, but that's obviously not the case."

The angel nodded. "Everything hurts."

"Is there anyway you can heal yourself?" Mark questioned.

"Yes, but it's a long and painful process. It'll probably take me a couple days to be fully healed."

Mark frowned slightly. "Well, I guess I have a new friend for the next couple days."

"I guess."

"So what's your name Mr. Irish angel?"

The blue eyed figure giggled. "Jack. My names Jack."

"Nice to meet you Jack, I'm Mark." The brown eyed man introduced himself.

They talked for a while, before the sun went down, leaving the house dark. They resulted to using the TV and Mark's cell phone for light, but mainly the TV as they watched ate cold pizza and watched a movie. Jack managed to convince Mark to move up onto the couch with him. It took a bit of work, Mark not wanting to make Jack move, afraid of hurting him. Jack moved anyway, attempting to sit up and Mark practically having to catch him. He finally obliged, sitting next to the green haired angel, Jack leaning more and more on the human as the night went on. He eventually fell asleep on Mark's shoulder, the raven haired man looking down at the angel as he slept.

"Good night, Jack..." he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Mark leaned back, and closed his eyes, not noticing the green haired angel smile in his sleep.