Fallen Crimson

Chapter one

 “Is anyone here?” The angel says through the darkness.

        “Hello? Who are you?” A male voice questions.

        “I’m an angel, my name is-” The angel was cut off by static. The boy woke up and started to draw who he had seen so he didn’t forget.

        “It felt so real. It has to be. I have to look for the angel!”

Young angels. They are always loyal, kind, and courteous. Then, there was Crimson. She constantly broke the rules and disobeyed her group. (Groups for angels, are families for humans) One day, while she was walking around in a field she wasn’t supposed to be in, she felt someone push her. She fell fast, she didn’t hit the ground, but instead, an excruciating pain ran from her lower back, to her shoulders, she was growing her wings. She knew it hurt, but she never would have guessed this much. It felt like she was getting stabbed numerous times.

“Help!” Crimson screamed, “I’m falling and I’m going to die!” She shouted as she saw the ground approaching her. But before she hit the ground, her wings fully emerged from her back, spraying blood as they did. The wings were supposed to be white, since that was the colour of her entire groups wings, but hers were different. They were black as night and covered in bloody thorns. “I suppose this is why they hurt more than usual…” She muttered to herself. “What do I do? I obviously can’t go home because of my wings, and I don’t think the human world will understand my wings. Maybe I can make them disappear.”

She tried and tried again, and it didn’t work until a few times of accepting the pain. Her wings disappeared, but not in a “comfortable” way. The wings slowly shot back into her, still with blood, but not as much as when they came out. Then she should be falling, but she wasn’t. She didn’t know why, but she just went with it. It felt like there were stepping stones under her feet, so she continued to walk down on them, until she reached the human realm, where the stones had stopped. She did indeed fall, but not much. She managed to land on her feet after about a 8 foot drop off.

“H-hello? Is anyone there?” She whimpered expecting a response since she had never been to the human world before, she had only heard the terrible stories of what they did to angels. They had tortured us for generations because they didn’t understand us. But then, she felt eyes on her and got worried for her very life. “P-please don’t hurt me!” She cried.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you.” A male voice soon counteracted her fear. She thought someone was there only to hurt her. “My name is Eren, it seems you don’t live around here anyways, so, do you need some help?” He responded to her trembling with showing his face. It was like nothing Crimson had seen before. He had short ash-coloured hair. His most striking feature to Crimson were his eyes. His eyes were the colour of fire, but they were different than the angels, they had meaning and sorrow, but still, Eren seemed happy to be of assistance.

“Uh… Hello, my name is Crimson and your accusation had been correct. I don’t live anywhere around here. I really would appreciate your help.”

“Ok. First, let’s start by getting you some clothes. These are way ripped and you’re covered in blood, especially in the back. What happened to you? Are you ok?” He replied.

“I… Fell. Yeah, I fell. That’s it.” She said sporadically.

“That can’t be true from what it looks like. I mean lo-”

“It’s the truth, okay!” Crimson screamed.

“Ok. Calm down Crimson. Let’s go and get you some help.” Eren said slightly discouraged.

        After they got to the hospital, Crimson sat down at one of the chairs nervously looking around fearing the tools and the unfamiliar people while Eren went and got a doctor. Becoming anxious of everything going on, she started to cry. One of the doctors noticed her crying, so she decided to intervene. “Are you ok? What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked.