Falling For The Fallen

Wings

I swear I must have hit every red light there is in this stupid town on the way to Home Depot. Cars were jammed together, cutting people off, not letting others in, and honking to their hearts desire. A dark, nasty storm was brewing over our dreary little town. Needless to say I was quite annoyed. But under my cascade of annoyance, was an unsettling feeling slowly rising to the surface. My subconscious was screaming at me to turn around and go home before something big happened, but my pride took over and I soldiered on.

As I came to yet another stoplight, the traffic had all but vanished, and it was just me and another car on the road. A tall, slender woman in a business suit, with long blonde hair cascading down her back in waves began her journey down the deserted cross walk. She was absolutely stunning, but something seemed off about her. Something primal in me told me she couldn't be trusted. The woman stopped walking abruptly, her heels were no longer clicking along the asphalt. Her head whipped around to my car so fast I was surprised she didn't get whiplash. Her eyes bored into mine, as if she were staring directly into my soul. Her eyes flashed a pale blue color as her hair whipped behind her in a sudden angry gust of wind. My heart dropped to my stomach as her face twisted into one of shock, and disbelief. Why was she looking at me like that? "What the he-" My words were cut off by an ear piercing scream that I identified as my own. A black Porsche had come barreling down the road, with no intention of stopping, and hit her.

The black Porsche continued racing down the road, showing no remorse for the woman's corpse on the cold road. A broken sob left my body as the overwhelming feeling to throw up began rising up from my stomach and to my throat. My shaky hands opened my door as fast as I could as I threw myself from my car, and to her rescue. I raced over to her unmoving, blood soaked body as fast as my terror struck form would carry me. It was too late. No air left her nostrils, and her body slowly began to lose whatever life it had left. I quickly began to preform CPR, as if I had the power to save her. Memories flashed through my head at the babysitting class where I learned how to preform this sometimes life saving technique. My efforts were fruitless, she was gone. I rose up onto my shaky legs, to head back to the car to call 911... But not before spilling my guts all over the grass on the side of the road.

As I reached in my car to grab my phone, a large piercing white light flashed over the woman's body. My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as I slowly got out of my car, and walked over to her body. There, burnt into the pavement around her body were huge angelic wings. It looked like someone had drawn wings around her in black chalk. "Oh my god" I whispered breathlessly. They were beautiful. Realization slowly began to set in as I observed the situation around me. I can't call 911 now because they will see the wings, think I'm some insane person who burnt wings into the pavement around her dead body, and arrest me. Tears ran uncontrollably from my eyes, I was helpless. Her eyes had flashed a weird shade of blue, and now she has wings burnt around her dead body. Was I actually going insane?

The only person I knew to call, was Gage. The insanely hot psychopath that was trying to kill me. He's not human, and evidentially neither was she... He must know what to do right? I pressed the phone to my ear, listening to the monotone ringing and praying he would answer. On the very last ring, just when I thought all hope was gone, Gage's deep baritone voice came over the phone. "I told you to never call this number unless it was an emergency. What the fuck do you want?" He snapped. "Gage, help." I managed through my violent sobs. Upon hearing my breakdown, his voiced changed immediately. "Saphire, baby it's okay. Where are you?"