The following early morning, Y/N got up and started searching for plane tickets. Since she forgot the Angel rules, and indirectly failed her mission: receiving a consequence; she aught to go get some help.
She stuffed all her clothing into her suitcases, rushing out the doors of her apartment. She hailed for a taxi before she ushered the taxi directions to the nearest train station.
If she couldn't be fast, then she'd surely be a fallen angel just by being touched by a demon.
Once she arrived at the train station, she took the train that goes intoairport.
Later,
I quickly sat on my seat and plugged in my ears. I closed my eyes forcing myself into a deep sleep.
But when I opened my eyes again,
Blood... Everywhere...
Everyone around me had their throats slit and gushing with blood.
This plane was going down.
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Mr. Rude| PJM FF
FanficThe Devils Ink, ruined it all. Blood beautifully dripped down her neck, soaking her clothes. She looked absolutely beautiful with blood flowing down her not so pale neck. "Be careful what you wish for."