Freedom Without Wings

2.2: Real Angel

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Kyleigh's Point Of View

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We've been talking for hours.  It felt as if the world's problems were washed away.  We didn't have a care in the world.  "And then, Rose Anne started screaming out of nowhere and the other Demons thought she was going to explode into black dust!  She was screaming "Spooder man's after me!!"  I was laughing my frigging ass off!  It was hilarious!"

"That reminds me!  Once Dean, Sam and I were on a hunt and a rat ran across the floor and Dean screamed like a little girl!  Tabris then was f-" I was cut off as someone puts a cloth on my face, muffling my screams. "Kyleigh!" Sam screams running towards me.  I saw myself in a white hall.

"W-What?" I turn around.  "Castiel?" I ask, surprised by the Angel. "I need as much help as possible.  Join me against Raphael and-"  "Screw you!  I wanted to stay away from Heaven!" I say, holding the silver Angel Blade.  "Kyleigh, I will not ask you twice.  Join me, we will restore it to power.  I know one part of you wants to help bring Heaven to it's former glory."  "I don't want anything to do with it.  Heaven isn't where I belong, I -" "Then tell me, do you want to disobey the new God of this world?"  'Crap.  He isn't going to try to become God right?!'  I began to panic.

You can't become a God.  You have to have your story spread around or claim to have a power and prove it!  You can't become God unlike you can become an Angel, although my powers will wear out.  "Bullshit."  I say, my wings, ready to fly if he begins to attack.  The man's raven wings began to raise upwards.  I began to fly away from God wannabe.  The wings beating faster and faster by the minute.  A long brunnette then began to walk across the hall, looking downwards at what seemed to be a book.

"Move out of the way!!" I scream at the girl who wore a crown of thorns.

"What?" She asks, snapping her head to my direction.

'Screw it.'  I thought, I grabbed the girl off the ground, getting her out of my way.

The girl's crown blinded her, "Wh-What are you doing?!"  "What the hell?!  Tabris?!"  I realised whose voice it was.  "Kyleigh?!  You bitch!"  She say, moving the crown of thorns away from her face.  She was still in my sister's body.  "So, how's Heaven?"

"Since you've been here, Hell."

"Good." I said. "Anyways, Castiel trying to be God?  Shitty idea isn't it?"  I dodge another brunnete, kicking her back.  I spun around to see the soldier Angel speeding up to catch up with me.  "Shit!"  I say, forcing my wings to beat faster and faster.  I knew I can't kill or fight the Angel.  He was too strong for me to beat.  I passed through Heavens, took a left then a right.  I opened up a door to a Heaven with one hand, slammed the door right afterwards.

I let the taller female down.  "Sorry for carrying you while running away." I apologize, catching my breath.  "Why are you even here?  You stole my Grace, your 'Angel' is back, you're powerful!  What do you want?"  "The damn things wearing out and I was brought here by our good, old, buddy Castiel."  "My Grace is wearing out?"  "Yeah, been using it too much, probably.  Also help me the hell  out."  I say, moving the furniture in the room.  I had a couch stacked on top of a desk with a chair.  I began to move other chairs and tables.

"No!  You turned me into a human you ass!"  Tabris says with a chair over her head.  I jumped, grabbing the chair.  I used it to close the door, although it was a giant wall of furniture.  I turned Tabris, who was sitting on the floor angrily.  "Stop being a kid!" I shout at her.  "At least you got to grow up, I had to take care of the Angel who wants to be God when he was growing up!"  "I didn't have a childhood dammit, I was haunted by ghosts most my life and I am happy that I stole your Grace."  "You call me a child because you are one too!  Child!"  Tabris argued like an idiot would.

"You idiot, I'm calling you a child because you're a hyperactive dimwit."

"Screw you!"

"Right back at you."

"I should've left you to die, maybe then I would've been an Angel and still have my wings.  You ruined them, Kyleigh.  You damaged my wings."

"Shut up." I say, I advancing forward.  

"Yeah, then maybe both you and Sam would've been rotting in Hell together!" She exclaimed.

My wings began to ache, I saw the ink-like splatters advance.  "What now?  Are your wings too tired that you can't bring your ass over here?!"  "No." I say with a wicked smile on my face.

I grab the fallen Angel by her neck.  "Tell me, who the hell is the real Angel here?  Me or you?  Because I am damn sure that one of us saved more lives than the other.  Besides, I'm sure that one of us hid in Heaven this whole damn time.  Right?" I say, banging her head against the beige colored wall where we had hid.

Tabris spits blood from her mouth.  "I.. was saving lives up here.. Healed Angels."  "Angels that what?  Didn't try to answer people's prayers?  Destroyed dreams?  Killed loved ones and took them away?  You are healing killers."

"Don't you see?  We're all killers."

"No, I'm a saviour.  I help people.  Unlike you." I spat with venom.

"Believe me: being an Angel doesn't mean you're a saviour, it just means that you are a glorified human with powers and wings."

"I know that, but I am one that people thought you were.  A saviour, a guardian, a hero who'd save people from what goes bump in the night." I tell her, I pulled out the Angel Blade.  "I am the Angel people wish you guys were.  I'm being a real Angel."