Ficlet
I started this some time ago, wrote it into a dead end, and realized it needed to go another way. It's less than a page long - it's probably actually only the beginning to a fic, but I doubt I'm ever going to write the rest of it.
When I got out of class, an angel was waiting for me, lounging against a corner of the building. Speeding up, I tried to outdistance him before he noticed; they don’t use their wings down here if they can help it, even if almost no one would notice. Unfortunately this one had long legs and caught me up almost immediately.
“No,” I cut him off before he could catch his breath. “No, go away, leave me alone, and tell your friends to fuck off!”
Guess angels aren’t used to hearing that, cuz he looked kinda stunned and bewildered.
“Wait, please! Listen - ” He was striding along beside me trying to get me to look at him. “You’re the one! You have to believe us - it’s your destiny, why you were born here and now - You’ve got to accept it and come with me - ”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you losers to leave me the hell alone - ” He winced - they don’t like the ‘h’ word either. “But if you don’t get off my back, I’m kicking your ass.”
If you’ve never seen a pole-axed angel, you’re missing a treat. His pure white t-shirt fluttered gently in the wind as he rocked a little under the impact of my refusal, huge green eyes round and confused. Big snowy wings waved, hesitant, and his hands rubbed distractedly against crisply creased khakis. “But - y-you’re Him - you… you have to…”
I left him behind.
A block later Will caught up with me, panting. “Christ, man, you shot outta there like a bat outta hell! What bit you?”
“Damn wingy fanatics, that’s what,” I growled.
Will blinked. “Oh. Angels again, huh?”
“You got it.” He used to be able to see ‘em too, back when they were still trying to convince him he was someone important too - some kind of reborn saint or something - but after he started watching porn every day before school they cut that tie pretty fast. By this time I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to resort to something like that.
“Man, you’d think they’d fuck off when you tell ‘em to, since they seem to believe you’re their holy guy reincarnated…”
“Yeah. You’d think, wouldn’t you?” I sighed. “Well, you wanna come back to my place and play some God of War?”
He grinned. “Why not? You’ll beat the Colossus for me, right?”
“Sure, man.”
“Sweet. Let’s go!”
We played console games and ate chips for the rest of the afternoon. Fuck homework. I had better things to do.
It was one of those ideas that comes flitting up to you and makes you write it down before you realize that it never had a plot attached. A plot point or two followed after, but only the barest skeleton, so I'm going back to my comic now.
When I got out of class, an angel was waiting for me, lounging against a corner of the building. Speeding up, I tried to outdistance him before he noticed; they don’t use their wings down here if they can help it, even if almost no one would notice. Unfortunately this one had long legs and caught me up almost immediately.
“No,” I cut him off before he could catch his breath. “No, go away, leave me alone, and tell your friends to fuck off!”
Guess angels aren’t used to hearing that, cuz he looked kinda stunned and bewildered.
“Wait, please! Listen - ” He was striding along beside me trying to get me to look at him. “You’re the one! You have to believe us - it’s your destiny, why you were born here and now - You’ve got to accept it and come with me - ”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you losers to leave me the hell alone - ” He winced - they don’t like the ‘h’ word either. “But if you don’t get off my back, I’m kicking your ass.”
If you’ve never seen a pole-axed angel, you’re missing a treat. His pure white t-shirt fluttered gently in the wind as he rocked a little under the impact of my refusal, huge green eyes round and confused. Big snowy wings waved, hesitant, and his hands rubbed distractedly against crisply creased khakis. “But - y-you’re Him - you… you have to…”
I left him behind.
A block later Will caught up with me, panting. “Christ, man, you shot outta there like a bat outta hell! What bit you?”
“Damn wingy fanatics, that’s what,” I growled.
Will blinked. “Oh. Angels again, huh?”
“You got it.” He used to be able to see ‘em too, back when they were still trying to convince him he was someone important too - some kind of reborn saint or something - but after he started watching porn every day before school they cut that tie pretty fast. By this time I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to resort to something like that.
“Man, you’d think they’d fuck off when you tell ‘em to, since they seem to believe you’re their holy guy reincarnated…”
“Yeah. You’d think, wouldn’t you?” I sighed. “Well, you wanna come back to my place and play some God of War?”
He grinned. “Why not? You’ll beat the Colossus for me, right?”
“Sure, man.”
“Sweet. Let’s go!”
We played console games and ate chips for the rest of the afternoon. Fuck homework. I had better things to do.
It was one of those ideas that comes flitting up to you and makes you write it down before you realize that it never had a plot attached. A plot point or two followed after, but only the barest skeleton, so I'm going back to my comic now.