Fallen Angel

Chapter 1- MITCH

(A/N Hi, this is Beth, I think I'll be writing most of the mitch parts, I'm not sure how it's going to work yet but oh well. I found the picture on twitter, it's seriously amazing)

MITCH'S P.O.V

I woke up, out of my lovely dream about my wedding with Kirstie. It was only a few weeks away now. I loved her, and she was perfect to me. But unfortunately, I was distracted from my thoughts when I remembered that the day was Thursday. As I am the guard of the perfect place where I am from, on Thursdays I had to go to the "other" place and check that none of them were trying to get here and destroy the peace.

I was about to groan about it to Kirstie, when I remembered that good people don't complain, so I quickly got up and started flying down there.

As I got nearer, it started getting warmer and warmer, and I was reminded of how uncomfortable it is down there near the fire.

When I finally got there, making sure I stopped before I was too near their infecting madness, I did my normal circle around the enclosure of all the mad people. No, there was nobody anywhere near the gates, so there was no way they could get to us.

That was all I normally did on my rounds here, but that day was different, and I didn't know why. This time as I circled round, I was a little closer to them, and I saw a little blonde speck. I was singing a song I heard my mother sing when I was a baby. When I stopped, the thing carried on my melody. I was interested by it, and I had no idea why, I had never had any interest in the mad people before. I drew nearer, but not close enough that he (yes, by now I could tell it was) could see me, and I saw his features. I could tell that he was what women would call hot. I was confusing myself, I had no idea why he was interesting me, so I made myself stop looking at him. After a final glance, I flew off, and back to the safe, perfect land I am from.