MercyKill Origins

All According to Plan

It was raining. Angela liked the rain. She loved the way it smelled, the way it felt against her warm skin. She loved the sound of it hitting the ground and forming puddles, mixing together with rain from the previous day. She didn't know where she was exactly. She felt like she was floating. It was night time. The moon shone up above, casting a silver shine on the puddles below.

Angela was up in the air, weightless, falling like a feather, slow and elegant. Her hair flowed to the rushing wind making it seem as if her face was covered by a golden sheet. Angela felt like she was gliding now, like she did whenever flying to a friend in her Valkyrie suit. The ground was nearing.

Her back collided with the ground, but Angela felt no pain despite the blood that trickled down the corner of her mouth. She felt nothing. Tears welled in her eyes, not of pain, but of uselessness. They fell down her face, mixing with the blood from her mouth and onto the muddy ground.

The angel wanted to move, but now she felt heavy, encumbered. That's when someone came in her sight. The face of a man who she would have given away everything for. She wanted to raise her hand, cup his cheek, whisper his name, but she couldn't. There was no strength left in her body to do any of it.

"Angela," he softly whispered. The angel could feel all the emotion on that one word. He was hurt, in more ways than one. Angela's eyes widened when she began seeing blood seep out from the scars on his cheek. His chocolate eyes turned into bloodshot eyes. His dark skin started to fade and turn into a pale gray rather than a dark brown. It was as if she was seeing him wither away. She wanted to cry out, but nothing let her. He put a hand on her cheek. It was ice cold and if she could, she would have shrieked and recoiled.

Mustering all the strength in her body, she screamed. "Gabriel!" He started to fade away, turning into black mist and swirling into the rain. "Gabriel!" Angela screamed once more. As he faded away, the angel was stuck on the ground, the rain drowning out her screams.

✾✾✾

"Angie!"

A voice and shaking woke up Angela. She was panting, sweat covered her and made her shirt stick to her back. Angela glanced around her surroundings, her eyes landing on Gabriel who sat next to her, hands on her shoulders and worry flooding his eyes. They flicked across her face, checking to see if she was alright. Angela blinked.

It was a dream.

She sighed and plopped herself back onto the bed, out of Gabriel's grasp. He shifted himself to look down at her, that worry look never leaving his face. "I had a dream, Gabe," Angela spoke. "An awful dream." Gabriel opened his mouth, but then immediately shut it. He knew she didn't want to talk about it. He laid down next to her and brought her closer to his chest, running his hand down her head.

"I could tell something was wrong. You were screaming," he mentioned. Angela just lay there, curled against Gabriel's bare chest and tried to shake the dream from her mind. Gabriel's heart beat had been rushing but now it was slowing down along with Angela's. Their beats fell into sync along with their breathing. The dream began to fade away as they lay there, wrapped in each others' embrace.

Gabriel's breathing soon turned to snoring. Angela pushed herself closer to him, as close as she could, before finally allowing sleep to consume her.

✾✾✾

The chirping of birds woke up Angela. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She heard rustling beside her and turned to look down. Gabriel was shifting on his back before letting an enormous yawn and then opening eyes. His eyes found Angela's face and he smiled. "What a beautiful sight to wake up to," he commented. He raised a hand up to Angela's cheek and rubbed his thumb across it.