Amongs || GulfMew

Time to lose control

Mew was thrown into the prison cell underneath Heaven. His eyes not yet adjusted to the blinding light the cell illuminated. He dared not to move as his muscles burned with the healing, his breaths were shallow with the strain. He heard the cell door close. What was going on? Why did Gulf...?

Then was it really hopeless then? Mew laughed. Right when he admitted that he was in love with him this happened. Gulf couldn't seem to stand the sight of him either. Were his crimes really that unforgivable? Dejected Mew wallowed in his own stupidity in falling in love again.

He laughed bitterly, wasn't this what he did last time? When he got his heartbroken he called himself a fool, an idiot. This time he should have known this was coming. Love was evil after all.

Mew soon adjusted to the light and saw how different it was from Hell. The cell was clean and had a soft bed. He sat on the floor instead, not wanting any comfort whatsoever. The walls were white and outside the cell there was an Angel guard.

I'm tired.

Mew now wished that he was back in Hell. The pain of the whip would have been more preferable than the pain in his heart. He doubled over. It hurt so much. His hands were shaking.

Mew wished he could live his life differently. He wanted his family back; he wanted no pain, no war. Why must this happen to him?

Mew laughed pitifully, Love that's what happened.

Mew couldn't shift here.

Mew tensed suddenly. Oh shit. How can I forget?

No matter what he didn't want Type to win and he was at least grateful that he made some friends for that short time. They made him laugh and have fun. He wanted to repay them at least.

Mew went to the cell bars. "Hey! You Angel." The Angel ignored him. "Listen to me carefully; listen to the truth in my voice. The Demons are planning on using the chemical and rendering all Angels useless...are you hearing me? They're going to attack Heaven and kill everyone!"

The Angel looked at Mew nervously.

"You do hear the truth right? So get your ass to the council and tell them! Before it's too late!" His voice was rising with his anger. Again the Angel hesitated.

"No need to tell me." Mew turned his head to see Off. The Angel stood at attention. "You may leave." He nodded and walked away leaving Mew with Off.

Gulf.

War was here. Everyone was lined up at the gate.

Gulf sat down at the end of the army, his back against a wall. He had his hands in his head. Seeing Mew again nearly killed him. Talking to him had nearly driven him to his knees. The amount of emotion was so strong he didn't know how he stood as anguish washed over him.

Why did he come back to Heaven?

"Gulf..." Ohm grabbed his shoulder in support.

"I'm fine." Gulf stood up, shaking away the comfort and walked away from the man. He didn't want sympathy. He didn't want to feel anything but the cold. When he saw Mew again he wanted to run to him and hold him tight. To never let him out of his sights again, to lock him away as they were the only two beings in the universe.

Why was he covered in blood? Gulf frowned. The white shirt looked new with spots of blood coving it and it was fresh. Was he hurt? Or did he do the hurting to others?

The Gate started to glow. It was time.

Gulf, Bright, and Ohm lined up in front. As always first went in Gulf's army then Bright and then Ohm.