When Angels Deserve To Die
He sits, waiting in the shadows, waiting for the right time. He doesn't know when it will be but he will know when it arrives. The rain still comes down at the end of the alley and drips down the drain pipes, flooding the path in front of him, washing away the refuse, cleansing. A trail of deep red follows the rubbish down the drain at the centre of the alley, sparkling under the moonlight. He lifts his hand to his pocket, takes out a cigarette and lighter. For a moment his face is lit up, his cuts and bruises glow orange. A gentle wind blows out the lighter and with a wry smile on his face he looks to the sky mumbling "fuck you". The moonlight gives his matted black hair a red haze which fades as the rain cleans his wounds. The sound of footsteps in the distance echoes down the alley, as the man passes by he notices him sat crouched on the boxes. The man stops and looks hard, moving slowly into the alley. Then his eyes catch the moonlight reflecting on the blade resting by his leg and backs off as slowly as he entered.
He try's to light the cigarette again, never was one for failure, never was one to give up. The first drag burns his beaten lungs and he coughs, then spits more blood into the rain. Then the flash hits him, he drops the cigarette and holds his head, blinded with pain. She's near, he sees her. Another flash and he falls from the boxes, the splash of his body hitting the water followed by the clatter of the sword. With the next flash he reels back and screams to the night sky, he can see her, she looks in pain. Blinded by the vision he thrashes about in the small river of rain, his face turned to the sky and his back arched as the pain slices every nerve in his body. The moon fades and she's there in front of him, thrashing about, her hair covering her face, eyes closed and mouth screaming. The background fades into focus and he sees the lights flashing around her and feels the thump of the music beating along to her heart. She opens her eyes and looks right at him, those big brown eyes glowing from under her dark hair call to him. She mouths to him "save me" then turns and begins to walk away. He reaches out through the pain to her but she fades and her body becomes the rain falling to the ground.
The sound of the church bells striking out midnight wakes him suddenly. It is time. He pulls himself up and reaches out for his sword, sheathing it then pulling his long black coat around himself. He didn't want this task, he didn't ask for it but at the same time he couldn't turn it down. He had been given so much and this was all they asked in return. Kill her, kill the fallen.
She was alone now, he'd spent the last few days making sure of that. Before this he'd never even seen a dead body, it was all of no consequence to him now. They told him of the seven who would protect her and seven there were, but they are no more. They told him of her beauty and not to love her, and yet he did. He had to do it, he didn't want the visions anymore and the pain that went with them. The sacrifice had to be made, she could not play with the laws of the universe like this, and he could not love her anymore.
Lead by his heart he felt his way through the glistening streets, moving faster than his feet could carry him, floating over the stones in the road. He arrived at the club before the last strike of midnight and stood motionless till the last bell faded into the night. It starts with a low rumble as his fist clenches, shadows slowly drip from between his fingers like heavy smoke. The rumble gets louder as he pulls his fist to his chest and begins to crouch and position his feet in preparation. The wry smile returns to his face just before he pushes out his palm towards the walls of the club and lets it loose. The wave hits the walls and they begin to crumble as he is pushed back by the sheer power, he leans into it, tilts his feet and stabilises himself. The outside of the building falls to the ground to reveal a glowing white sphere which seems to be protecting the main room of the club. Suddenly the light fades and they begin to pour out into the rain soaked streets, running past him as he stands motionless again, head tilted to the floor. As the last few flee he begins to walk over to her, she's standing in the centre of a clear circle in all the rubble.
She waits for him as he has waited for her, slowly he walks to her until they are face to face, staring into each others eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but before the words can come she lifts her finger to cover his lips and whispers softly "I know". She lifts her hand up from his lips and runs her fingers through his damp, bloody hair and slowly pulls him towards her. She starts gently kissing the cuts and bruises on his face, he closes his eyes and starts to drift away. He feels himself slipping away from the world, slowly falling and drifting in a sea of light. He opens his eyes to see the world falling apart around him, buildings topple, the earth rises and falls in waves. The sound is incredible, stone and steal torn to shreds like they where paper, the screams of people faint in the distance. Then it stops, silence, the rubble floating in mid air around them. He looks down and he has grabbed her by the shoulders, he pulls her towards him and kisses her hard and passionately. His hands move down to her waist and pull her closer still as she grips his hair in one hand and digs the other into his back, her nails breaking his skin. They stay in this embrace for what seems like an eternity to them, finally letting go, she rests her head on his chest, breathing heavily. He rests his chin on her head and tries to put his mission to the back of his mind, there must be a way out of this. What did she know? That I love her? Or that I came here to kill her? Then the flash, the greatest of all, the pain so bright all he can see is white light, he can't feel his body or see where he is. Her eyes slowly come into focus as the light begins to fade, he can see the terror in them, her pain looks to be as much as his. Then he awakens, he opens his eyes to see his vision standing right in front of him, staring at him with eyes filled with horror. He looks down and this time his hands don't hold her but his sword, her blood pouring over the hilt and onto his hands. The sword has passed through her and torn the back of her dress allowing him to see her wings in all their glory. The look of terror begins to fade from her eyes and pass over to his, she smiles at him almost content and rests her head on his chest again. Her wings lift up and out to wrap them both in a cloak of glowing feathers. She takes a deep breath and as she slowly lets it out he hears her say "I knew both". Her wings begin to drop and she falls away from him, the sword slips smoothly from her chest. As her body hits the ground she breaks into millions of tiny shards lights. They float around and up him turning the blood soaking his hands to red vapour that joins the light on it's way up. They leave him alone in the darkness with a glint of moonlight dancing on his damp hair and the edge of his sword. He throws his the blade aside and falls to his knees, taking his head in his hands and crawling up into the fetal position. It won't be long before he wakes up, they'll be here for him soon. Until then he sleeps and dreams of a place where he didn't have to do this and she can live free, together forever.
He try's to light the cigarette again, never was one for failure, never was one to give up. The first drag burns his beaten lungs and he coughs, then spits more blood into the rain. Then the flash hits him, he drops the cigarette and holds his head, blinded with pain. She's near, he sees her. Another flash and he falls from the boxes, the splash of his body hitting the water followed by the clatter of the sword. With the next flash he reels back and screams to the night sky, he can see her, she looks in pain. Blinded by the vision he thrashes about in the small river of rain, his face turned to the sky and his back arched as the pain slices every nerve in his body. The moon fades and she's there in front of him, thrashing about, her hair covering her face, eyes closed and mouth screaming. The background fades into focus and he sees the lights flashing around her and feels the thump of the music beating along to her heart. She opens her eyes and looks right at him, those big brown eyes glowing from under her dark hair call to him. She mouths to him "save me" then turns and begins to walk away. He reaches out through the pain to her but she fades and her body becomes the rain falling to the ground.
The sound of the church bells striking out midnight wakes him suddenly. It is time. He pulls himself up and reaches out for his sword, sheathing it then pulling his long black coat around himself. He didn't want this task, he didn't ask for it but at the same time he couldn't turn it down. He had been given so much and this was all they asked in return. Kill her, kill the fallen.
She was alone now, he'd spent the last few days making sure of that. Before this he'd never even seen a dead body, it was all of no consequence to him now. They told him of the seven who would protect her and seven there were, but they are no more. They told him of her beauty and not to love her, and yet he did. He had to do it, he didn't want the visions anymore and the pain that went with them. The sacrifice had to be made, she could not play with the laws of the universe like this, and he could not love her anymore.
Lead by his heart he felt his way through the glistening streets, moving faster than his feet could carry him, floating over the stones in the road. He arrived at the club before the last strike of midnight and stood motionless till the last bell faded into the night. It starts with a low rumble as his fist clenches, shadows slowly drip from between his fingers like heavy smoke. The rumble gets louder as he pulls his fist to his chest and begins to crouch and position his feet in preparation. The wry smile returns to his face just before he pushes out his palm towards the walls of the club and lets it loose. The wave hits the walls and they begin to crumble as he is pushed back by the sheer power, he leans into it, tilts his feet and stabilises himself. The outside of the building falls to the ground to reveal a glowing white sphere which seems to be protecting the main room of the club. Suddenly the light fades and they begin to pour out into the rain soaked streets, running past him as he stands motionless again, head tilted to the floor. As the last few flee he begins to walk over to her, she's standing in the centre of a clear circle in all the rubble.
She waits for him as he has waited for her, slowly he walks to her until they are face to face, staring into each others eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but before the words can come she lifts her finger to cover his lips and whispers softly "I know". She lifts her hand up from his lips and runs her fingers through his damp, bloody hair and slowly pulls him towards her. She starts gently kissing the cuts and bruises on his face, he closes his eyes and starts to drift away. He feels himself slipping away from the world, slowly falling and drifting in a sea of light. He opens his eyes to see the world falling apart around him, buildings topple, the earth rises and falls in waves. The sound is incredible, stone and steal torn to shreds like they where paper, the screams of people faint in the distance. Then it stops, silence, the rubble floating in mid air around them. He looks down and he has grabbed her by the shoulders, he pulls her towards him and kisses her hard and passionately. His hands move down to her waist and pull her closer still as she grips his hair in one hand and digs the other into his back, her nails breaking his skin. They stay in this embrace for what seems like an eternity to them, finally letting go, she rests her head on his chest, breathing heavily. He rests his chin on her head and tries to put his mission to the back of his mind, there must be a way out of this. What did she know? That I love her? Or that I came here to kill her? Then the flash, the greatest of all, the pain so bright all he can see is white light, he can't feel his body or see where he is. Her eyes slowly come into focus as the light begins to fade, he can see the terror in them, her pain looks to be as much as his. Then he awakens, he opens his eyes to see his vision standing right in front of him, staring at him with eyes filled with horror. He looks down and this time his hands don't hold her but his sword, her blood pouring over the hilt and onto his hands. The sword has passed through her and torn the back of her dress allowing him to see her wings in all their glory. The look of terror begins to fade from her eyes and pass over to his, she smiles at him almost content and rests her head on his chest again. Her wings lift up and out to wrap them both in a cloak of glowing feathers. She takes a deep breath and as she slowly lets it out he hears her say "I knew both". Her wings begin to drop and she falls away from him, the sword slips smoothly from her chest. As her body hits the ground she breaks into millions of tiny shards lights. They float around and up him turning the blood soaking his hands to red vapour that joins the light on it's way up. They leave him alone in the darkness with a glint of moonlight dancing on his damp hair and the edge of his sword. He throws his the blade aside and falls to his knees, taking his head in his hands and crawling up into the fetal position. It won't be long before he wakes up, they'll be here for him soon. Until then he sleeps and dreams of a place where he didn't have to do this and she can live free, together forever.