Freedom Without Wings

2.9: Freedom Without Wings

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Kyleigh's Point Of View

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What have I done? The consequence of my actions.. killing people, damaging others.

"Why? Why did you do that?" Angels began to surround me.  "I did this for the greater good!" I say.  An Angel unsheathed their Angel Blade.  "We didn't need to kill our brethren.  That Angel didn't have her Grace!"

Their voice began to overload my brain with thoughts.

'Killer.'

'Monster'

'Disgusting.'

'You call yourself a saviour?'

'Killer.'

'Can't even think straight, can you?'

'Death to evil.'

'Pride is the root of all sin, guess who living in it?'

'You're a weak piece of shit.'

'You only do things for yourself.'

'Selfish monster.'

'Killer.'

'Monster.'

'Agent of evil.'

'If only you put a bullet in your head earlier.'

'All you can see in red.'

"You're all to blame." The Angels surround me in the hallway of Heaven.  "Get away." I say quietly. "Don't think we will falter quickly."

'Death to the people.'

'Kill them.'

'Do it.'

'Show your power.'

'Steal their Grace.'

'Kill them.'

'Punish them.'

"This is your fault." I say, twisting my blades around.  "I'm sorry."

I dashed to the woman and sliced her throat open, absorbed the Grace.  My wings began to ache more, but it felt stronger.  More than it had before.  I hit the Angels running behind me.  The white of my wings were gone now.  The light feathers all transformed into dark black ones.  Not a spark of light left.  I turn around and stab the male Angel with the Angel Blade, drinking the Grace up.  My eyes were glowing with power.  "It's your fault."  I grab two garrison members by their throats, the light began to leave their eyes.  I killed them with my bare touch.  I feel so much more powerful now, feeling six beings' Grace within me.  I felt like I could conquer the world.

The Angels began to fear my presence.  "You had a chance to run." Darkness began to crawl from behind me.  "You should've."  I flew at them, I sliced both remaining Angels' throats open with one clean slice.

I walk back to the main hall.  "What have you done?!"  I heard Castiel's voice boom.

"What do you think, Castiel?  We're all diseased."  I tell him with a blank look on my face.  All my emotions were fading now.  I becoming more and more of an abomination than an Angel with God Complex.  Castiel brought out his Angel Blade.  The Angel dashed at me, slashed his blade at me.  I block it with my own Angel Blade, I push towards the man.  He budged, his eyes widened slightly at the strength that I've gained.  "This is what happens when a human steals Angel Grace.  They become your worst damn enemy."  I say, I grab the other side of the blade as well as the hilt.  I pushed forward, not caring that the blade was slicing my skin open. 

Castiel backs off.  He raises his wings menacingly.  I raise my ink black wings.  "Those.." Castiel's was shocked.  "I know.." I say, a smirk on my face.  "There isn't any good in my soul.  If I still have one."

I jump and began to slice at the Angel.  I ducked the incoming blade and sliced where his stomach was.

"You probably believe that doing this to, well, clean sin from Heaven," I sliced at the trenchcoat wearing Angel, "Hell," I took another jab, "And Earth." My wings hit the weapon out of his hand.  I passed the blade to my other hand and grabbed Cass' blade.

"But in reality, I'm doing this just to show the monster world how powerful this bitch is."

I hear fluttering of Angel wings from behind me.  "Oh, look at that.  Your posse's behind you.  You have back up."  I flew behind the Angel with dark brown wings.  I grab the girl by her ponytail and slit the throat of the Angel.  I breath in the essence of the Angel.

"Oh.. Sorry.  I guess I was mistaken."  I mock, my wound on my hands heal.  "That was only a bandage."

I charge at the Angel.

"You know?  I think you got softer since we bonded from these past months. You're looking like you're struggling to fight!" I laugh at the Angel.

"I do not want to hurt you, you could still-"

"Wrong!  Once a monster, always a monster!" I scream, jumping up to get momentum for my strike.  The Angel moves to the side, dodging my strike.  I turn around to feel a tug on my wings.  Castiel then grabs a fistful of my feather, and he refuses to let go.  I tried to pull it free.  I began to struggle.  Castiel grabbed my other wing.  He makes it so that the two were back to back.  "Try to doing it now."  Castiel pulls out another angel blade from his trench coat.  I continued to struggle.  My wings were in pain.

'No! No, no, no, no!!'  I thought.  I felt as the stoic Angel began to saw off my wings.  I began to scream in agony, I made a sound that hurt even the strongest of Angels.  The sound was heard from anywhere and everywhere.

Wings represented flight, you get to fly to wherever you want.  Fly away from your problems.  Wings represent birds and freedom.  Freedom of anything.  Anything above freedom doesn't 

After all.. what's freedom without wings?