Forgotten Life

Chapter 7

Wes was still asleep, and I just figured out that it was his kind. His kind killed my parents, that's how he knows me. His boss, the boss of all Fallen Angels, he... oh my god. Michael has been staying at the house since David called him. They've told me what had happened to them.

David was in the academy, yea an academy for angels. He was the brightest student along with a seventeen year old boy, Michael. They were the best angels there. The top of their game. Once they graduated together Michael was offered he highest job in the universe. Michael took the job, but keeping David in his thoughts, he got David he second highest job. They worked together all the time, they were best friends. But, one day a battle was at heavens door step. Michael and David were separated during the fight, and once they found each other heaven was destroyed. Angels were forced to choose sides, some lost faith in God and took the path of Lucifer. Lucifer took those angels and started to destroy humans faith in God also. Heaven was shrinking, Angels were disappearing, God's power was fading. Michael and David came together and told God their plan. God agreed with the idea, but he warned them of the cost. They were ready to make the plan come to action.

Lucifer came back to heaven to make it his kingdom, but he was stopped buy Michael and David. They said a spell, a certain spell to cast Lucifer out of Heaven with Gods faith guiding them in courage. They cast out all of the corrupted angels, they were now the fallen. The cost of them doing this was their wings were removed and given to ten human families, different families. Their children and their children's children were given the power of flight with David and Michaels wings. One of which was my family. I am a descendent of Michael. But here's the problem. My mother was a decedent of Michael also. My father, as I have come to learn was an angel. It's not a bad thing but my wings, are different. Michael's wings are white, pure white. My mother' wings were a tan color, my father's wings were a white color also. That would mean my wings would be just like Michaels. That's what everyone thought. When I came in to this world, my wings were just like Michaels. As I grew older they changed to be like my mother's. I was in middle school when I realized I was different. I got mad, really mad one day and my wings changed to grey. A light grey color. Every time I got mad my wings would get a shade darker. Soon when I moved here, my wings were completely black. Dark as night.

So you're probably thinking what does this have to do with Wes. When David and Michael finished the spell and every one fell, there was a little baby left behind. He wasn't corrupted but he had no wings. As he grew older his wings grew back and they became dark. No one understood why his wings were like this, he wasn't a bad boy he was the nicest guy you could ever meet. He was born to be a guardian. He acted like one, but his wings held him back. His parents were second in command for Lucifer. Which means he was born during the fall. That's what mad him like this. So he left heaven to save people on his own. David and Michael helped him while they were on earth. Wes left and was never found again, until now at least.

I was always there when Wes stirred in my bed. I must of changed his bandages eighty times. No progress. I hated seeing him this way. I laid beside him and waited. I waited for hours, sometimes I would fall asleep, but hardly. I was killing myself, only because I was sick to my stomach and hardly tired from watching him sleep. I never went to school, I had friends with Wes bring me his work and my work and Google would help me complete it. At least I wasn't missing any work, neither was Wes. I was doing his work for him and telling the teachers he was doing it. It was my handwriting, but Michael worked things out.

I sat on my chair and waited for him to open his dark brown eyes. Nothing, just like the other days.

"Chase.' I heard some one say. I looked towards the door and it was David.

"Yea? What's up?" I said to him.

"Well for starters you smell like a sewer. Go take a shower, I'll watch him." I nodded and laughed a little. Then I walked to the shower. It was nice having a hot shower to cool me down. My body was stiff from sitting on the chair all day, my eyes weren't bright. well, they never were. I hardly saw my original eye color. So I walked out of the shower with the water still running. The steam was covering the mirror and I wiped my hand on the mirror. My hair was black, my eyes. God, I never understood my eyes. They were violet. Like Wes' wings, I was a disaster. David always told me I looked like Elizabeth Taylor. I never believed him. I always had contacts in and my hair dyed a brown color. I hated my eyes, it made me different, different from others. I walked out of the bathroom and David had left so I sat next to him and watched him some more. I sighed and walked into my closet and changed. Once I was finished my whole hair was black, it wasn't like Wes' hair, it was black, iridescent black. I dropped my contacts in the sink and my next order of them weren't coming until next week. Great. Wonderful, now I have to look like a monster.

"You could never look like a monster." someone in a hoarse voice said. I knew that voice. I opened the door and my eyes widened. Wes was sitting upward against the pillows and he was smiling.

"Wes. You're alive!" I said and ran over to him, he winced once I touched him. "I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, but I haven't seen you awake in two months and a week." I hugged him tighter and realized he was laughing.

"I know, Chase. I'm sorry, I didn't think I was going to be gone this long, I also didn't know that I would get beaten up when I got there. At least you're ok." he said as I sat back on the edge of the bed. "Well, the last time I saw you, you were OK? What happened?" he said as he cupped my face with his non-hurt hand.

"Marion has been starving me, and with you here I haven't slept and I haven't eaten. I haven't really done anything since I saw you passed out on my bed, covered in blood." I noted.

"I'm sorry, Chase. I didn't mean to scare you. I was flying and someone came from behind me and broke my wings. I climbed in here because my window was locked, dragged my sorry ass onto your bed an I was lost to the world." he laid down and started to go to sleep again, before he could I laid next to him and we fell asleep together with his arm around me. This was the best day ever. Him being alive, and me in his arms.