My Precious Scar

My Precious Scar

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“She’s my scar, my precious scar.” He winced tracing his fingers over the picture of his redheaded English beauty. “Because scars fade but they never heal she’ll always be right here.” He murmurs placing a hand over his heart looking longingly at the old photograph. My precious Scar.
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*COMPLETE* Description: Andy, Jinxx, Ashley, CC and Jake were disfavored angels in Heaven for thousands of years. They didn't have the gentle grace and calm demenor that angels do; they were defiant, ruthless, and far to eager for battle. After the Angels had a scuffle with the fire Lords, whose realm was not as calm as Heaven, Andy and the other four damanded that they fight and "show those candle sticks an angel's true power!" They were promptly cast down to earth. The Elder's conferred with the Lord, and all came to the agreement that they no longer had the purity of heart to belong in Heaven any longer. Stripping them of their powers and practical immortality, the Lord cast them out the gates and struck them to earth, where they could see the horrors of war they so desired. Their wings turned black as they fell and became earth bound, unable to fly again. They crashed in an open field, far outside the city, creating large craters from the impact of speed. As they lay, unconscious and bleeding, the last bit of God-like resistance and healing genes faded from them, leaving them good as human, except for the large black wings that they could bring out at will. You live far off in the country, and are a lover of nature and quiet. This warm spring morning, your usual walk in the fields behind your house takes you to the discovery you thought quite impossible to make. After all, who expects to find Fallen Angels in their backyard? A/N: This story is inspired by the lyrics "we are the in between, cast down as sons of war; struck to the earth like lightening". Guy's I'm making the boys keep their wings because I want to, but they can make their wings come out at will to unstead of just having to have them out all time. WARNING: cursing. Kissing? Maybe some violence? Nothing to horrible, I think.

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