Archangel

Chapter 5: Suvy

If you haven't seen the recent update to the prologue, I recommend reading False Prophet by Azazel_Loving because it sets the scene for the story and explains the Archangel character. Thank you to Azazel_Loving for letting me recommend her poem. It's not too long so you might as well read it!

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Four months after the present day of Jonie/ Toni/ Melonie.

I was named Suvy by my mother, now passed, and father, now passed. They both died the day after I was born, so I don't miss them. But whenever I think about about before I was born, when they were alive and happy, I always feel a gut wrenching feel of loss and longing. When I explained this to my psychiatrist, she just said it's normal. The problem is I don't feel it for the parents I never knew, I feel it for my dreams.

They're always about a silhouette, long hair, big wings, but then I wake up after he lunged a perfect face and I died. I'm sure he's a demon, a symbol for me to die, right here right now. I've known it for years. That's why I'm here now, on the passenger bit with cars steaming across the road behind just like the rain pelting down on me. Hard bullets on the most important day of my life. I frowned and gripped the burgundy painted wooden top on the rusty metal railing harder. The peelings of chipped paint and the old black paint underneath from long ago scratched my palms. I stared my green eyes out to the river rushing far away from me, followed the current to where it rushed under neath the manmade bridge that held me in it's metal grasp between life and death.

I remember playing 'po sticks' with my foster parents. You'd drop your stick on one side of the bridge, everyones at the same time, then run to the other side and whoever's came out from under the bridge first, won. I had left school at the age of 16, then got my own flat quite near the thames. I have left my letters of apology for them, they'll find them soon enough. I guess my death will be publicised a lot.

The rain seemed to be stopping so I took of my green and black checkered coat, my fingers brushed the fur rim on the hood as it fell to the floor with a thud, the toggles clipping on the concrete beneath my leather boots lined with sheep wool, dyed purple. I bent down and undid the thick laces, pulled them off and scrunched my toes up in their odd socks, one pink, one green with a TMNT symbol on it. I placed my hands back on the railing, one foot on the first bar and heaved myself up the distance between ground and first rung. One more left, less of a distance now, till the top.

I could smell the beautiful smell of water, running silkily and as I perched, teetering from life and death on top of the barrier, I saw the water nymphs twist and turn in their dark splendour below. I lent forward, pushed off with the balls of my feet and spun gracefully, like a sycamore seed falling to the sweet grass that framed it's tree, I plunged into the ice cold water and felt the current catch me immediately, my breath forced out of my lungs to join the dance of bubbles, that I condemned to come with me, that waltzed around my face.

My limbs went limp as I was rocketed from one water current to the other. Lights frolicked in my eyes, blooming flowers, yearning me to give in to the darkness. I gave in willingly, shut myself off and waited for the end. I would finally meet my dream. But I had to die first.

(remember this is four months after the present day of Jonie, Toni and melonie but the next bit with John is the present day)

John

I stretched my hands back behind my head and heard a large crunch sound emanating from my spine, the red velvet soft beneath my finger tips. I slid down further onto more soft cushions, popped a marshmallow in my mouth, closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I turned up to see her shocked face, blonde curls flying around her face and hitting the deep groove.

'He loved me more!' I screamed up at her, and then laughed madly and maniacally up at her as rage burned her eyes. The water enveloped me and I was caught immediately by the current, a fish asked me

'Would you like some tea, sir?'

Well that was weird.

'Sir!'

My eyes fluttered open, a young maid peering over at me, concerned.

'Ummm...yes of course...' I rubbed at my eyes and ran my hand through my hair. Another vision...*sigh*. Yet another riddle to decipher, it seemed just as hard as the last one. I sipped at the tea the maid had given me and nibbled a biscuit. I was going to have to go back to them, Jonie next. But I couldn't figure out what to do about Suvy, it was evidently her that had jumped off the bridge but again, no rules about that sort of thing. But should I stop her, or is her dying meant to happen?

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