This is a fictional story based on yet another dream I've had about a month ago. I am new to Livejournal so this entry is older. I basically had a dream I was falling and the next I was saved by this angel. He had a soothing voice, like Edward Cullen. No suprise that I watched Twilight. Lol. I am no die hard Twilight fan, but I do show interest in the saga. Anyway back to my dream — It has been told that if you are saved by a angel that the angel dies and you replace them. I am also a Supernatural fan <---not the topic itself, but the show. The one with the hunks. Lol. Well, enjoy.
As I fell from the sky — I only had two thoughts. I was either going to die, or I was going to somehow miraculously survive, only to die later. I closed my eyes as the tears ran out and my eyes dried. The wind rushed past me faster and faster as I gained momentum. I thought I would surly catch on fire if I fell any faster. I blinked open my eyes for a moment — a vivid memory flooded my failing sight. I remember being in a situation like this before, only one other time however. I was much younger then I am now. I wasn’t as gifted…or cursed — whatever you prefer. It’s sort of funny how history repeats itself. A few kids from school used to always make fun of me. I was different from them. They decided that one day they would come to my house and tie me up while I was playing in our yard. They put a piece of cloth over my mouth so that I couldn’t scream. My parents didn’t exactly care about me so it is probably why they didn’t come to help me. They took me to…wait I am not sure where they took me, but it was a cliff. If you would have ever fallen off this cliff, there was no way you could have ever survived. The town that I lived in at the time was on top of a mountain that had a gradual slope. The town was quite small, but no matter where you go, there is always a gang causing trouble. In some places the gang or gangs were much larger. In this town the gang consisted of four troublesome boys. Seeing as my memory is bad, I can’t remember who they were, but if I had, there would be no doubt that I wouldn’t go back and kill them if I was given the chance. I do sometimes wonder if it was their fault though. I felt as though I had been taken to that cliff for a reason. Destiny always seems to have a way of showing itself in some weird way. If you believe in it. They took a hankerchef off of my face and stood me in front of the cliff. I tried to turn back to look at them, but I didn't have the chance. One stated, "Goodbye." Simple as that and then I was falling. It's amazing how much detail you take in when you're about to die. Everything feels worthless, like you had only lived to die. Time felt like it was stopping, and then it did. I looked around as the ground stopped it's rapid lunge towards me and slowly my brain began to function properly. I realized I heard loud flapping noises as the ground began to get farther away. As we gained altitude, I thought I had died and I was going through my life backwards, the flapping noise was the sound of my heart telling me this was when I was alive. I thought I would of at least seen a bright light. Only as I was able to see over the top of the cliff again did I realize I had somehow lived.The boys looked towards me in astonishment and fear. They backed away slowly and started screaming as they ran and tripped through the underbrush. "You're ok now," a soothing male voice told me. It sounded like songbird and I remember beginning to turn to look at the person that had rescued me, but I was suddenly jerked back to reality. My body began to throb, pain engulfing my entire being. My head felt like it was going to explode, so I retreated into myself. I guess you could say I passed out. They say when you're unconscious that your mind lets go and your body can truly act how it's supposed to. It's no longer bound by the slow chains of thought and act in unimaginable ways. That's what instinct truly is. It is the ability to act, even if you're not fully away of it. When I woke up, I warily looked around and trembled. The sun was just beginning to peak through the tops of the tall evergreen trees that surrounded me. I watched the white cloud that came from me as I exhaled and wondered where I was. The ground was cold and damp, but it numbed my sore body a little. Even though it made me stiff. I was able to make out shapes as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I slowly stood up and coughed. I had never been very healthy, but it seemed even worse, now that I was injured. I turned around to find that I was leaning against a small white house set away from a busy street. I could hear cars driving by. Their unnatural sounds annoying to my ears. I leaned heavily against the house and dry heaved. I stood there for a while, panting, and then I started to make my way around the house, barely conscious of where I was going. I stopped as I heard someone approach and put the cold metal of a gun barrel to the back of my head. That's something that brings you back to your senses quick. This is the kind of scene where it's raining, in most stories that is. That's how it always seems to happen. Not here. Light broke the top of the trees finally and shone on my back. Warming my cold body slightly. Giving me new energy. I could hear bird chirping and flying through the trees. The faint sound of children laughing also caught my attention as I stood here."Who are you," a young female voice asked shakily, barely audible. The gun to the back of my head was also shaking slightly. If that isn't scary, I don't know what is. I sighed. I knew this would probably be difficult. Either she would shoot me, or accept me for the freak I was. It wasn't every day that you saw someone like me. Plus, it looked like I was sneaking around her yard. She probably thought I was a burglar. I coughed heavily for a moment, feeling as though I would run out of breath any second so I quickly answered her, "My name is Airreu," I stated simply. People seem to trust you more if you give them your name first. The girl shifted position uncomfortably, I could feel her eyes staring me down. Trying to remember every detail. "Where did you come from?" I thought about that for a moment. It was stupid to say, 'the sky,' but it was believable if you knew what I looked like I guess. It wouldn't be what she wanted to hear, but I gave it to her anyways. "The sky," I said clearly, turning around and unfurling my powerful wings to almost their full wingspan of almost twenty feet across. I winced as the muscles stretched. The girl looked at me stunned. Her blue eyes wide with fear, but she kept herself composed. Her messy blonde hair was lazily flung up into a bun, some of it sticking out here and there and all of her bangs had managed to escape the rubber band prison. The tips of her bangs were a light blue, making it look like ice was hanging from her hair. She blinked hard. I began another round of coughing, folding in my wings again and I leaned against the side of the building. She dropped the gun, "Are you alright?" She came closer and helped me stand up, I frowned as her warm hands made contact with my cold skin. I was only wearing a light wife beater and a loose pair of jeans. She began walking me towards the back of her house, "My name is Sae," she grunted quietly as she began to support my weight. Not that I was that heavy, I was just tired and injured. "You shouldn't be out here without proper clothes on." She dragged me into her house. It was warm inside and very tidy. There was a bench near the door and she had me sit there while she got me a heavy blanket to warm up in. I striped most of my clothes off under the blanket and gave them to her. She put them somewhere and she brought me a cup of hot tea. I took it gladly. I hadn't had anything besides creek water in ages. I lived freely, if you can't tell already. Getting into trouble here and there. I have no family either. They died not too long after the first falling incident. It turns out if an angel saves you, they die and you have to replace them. It's a system so that they aren't exposed. Misfortune befalls anyone else that finds out about them, unless you die. Then they forget about you and get on with their lives. I am no one. I can never be anyone. Angels are scarce now, so I can never get close to anyone. Memories this girl has just gained are memories of nobody. Someone that doesn't, or rather can't, exist. "You may as well stay here," Sae stated quietly. It seemed she wasn't a girl of many words. She had small glasses on now and loose clothing that looked like pajamas. She was holding a pair of pajamas not too unlike her own in her hands. We were about the same size, so they would probably fit. I didn't reply right away, I sipped slowly at the tea and recalled the events from the night before. I had been attacked by other angels. I wonder if it was a game to see who would be last. I had never really seen other angels attacking each other though, only me. It seemed like my end was coming near. Was it right for me to involve this girl for my own sake? I shook my head. My wings were sore and hard to move. I probably couldn't get far and they would track me back here, so I may as well stay at least one night. I nodded slowly and gladly took the pajamas. I had been so wrapped up in what was going on that I didn't even know how badly hurt I was. I wrapped the blanket around me tightly, "Do you have a bathroom that I could use to clean up possibly please?" She looked a little embarrassed and nodded. She began to walk away. I got up slowly and followed her. Every bone in my body ached. She led me to the other side of the house and into a small bathroom with a small shower, toilet, and a small stand alone sink without even a counter. It was better than nothing. More than I was used to anyways. I thanked her and she left me alone. I let the blanket fall and stuck it just outside the bathroom door. I then examined my body. My arms were the worst. Make no mistake, they felt the worst too. I ran my fingers up my arm gingerly, they were covered in dark bruises and scratches. My legs were next, they weren't bruised as much, but my left leg, I recalled, had been stabbed with a screwdriver or a small dagger. It wound was shallow and wasn't bleeding. There were other scracthes and bruises everywhere, but my face seemed to escape most of the damaging onslaught, managing to escape with only a scratch across my forehead.I looked at my other features in the mirror. I hadn't seen myself in a long time and I seemed older. My red eyes glinted with life back at me and my black hair was long and messy. It was up in a ponytail, all of my bangs hanging loosely down to my waist. I didn't look much like an angel at all. Sure I had the wings, which were black as night with dark gray feathers at the tip, but I doubt I was meant to be an angel. It was probably a mistake. I should have died back then. Before my mother had died, she had told me, "There are always two sides to every story." I had always wondered what she had meant, but now wasn't a time to think. Now was a time to relax. I turned on the water in the shower. It soon began to steam, which told me it was hot enough to get in. I properly adjusted it so that it wouldn't burn me got in. I took a nice long shower, making sure to wash out my scrapes really good so they wouldn't get infected. I washed out my hair and then I tried to wash my wings as best I could, but they were in pretty bad shape. Every twist and turn made my muscles scream in protest, so I just ran water over them. I quickly lost track of time and managed to stay in there for almost two hours. I put on the pajamas as best I could. It was hard, since my wings were in the way. I settled for putting on the shirt backwards and only buttoning the bottom and the top buttons. As soon as I was dressed, I walked out into the hall and grabbed my blanket. I looked up to see a startled little boy. I couldn't tell if he wanted to cry or scream. He had blonde hair and blue eyes like Sae, and I wondered if they were related. He suddenly latched onto my leg and started yelling something I couldn't comprehend, sounding somewhat happy, so I didn't jerk away. Sae rushed in to see what the commotion was about, and smiled with relief when she saw the boy latched onto my leg. "That's my little brother Allen. Sorry if he scared you." After a few minutes of pulling, we finally got him off my leg and Sae showed me where my room was. Allen followed us and was still jumping up and down, trying to ask me a horde of questions, but not giving me time to answer. I finally learned just to ignore him and then he'll be quiet. I laid down, and without realizing it, I had fallen asleep. I woke up with a start. It was dark out and I had a sense of dread, which meant something bad was about to happen, which it always does. That's just the story of my life. Bad things have always followed me. I sat up and began coughing. My lungs felt like they were going to burst. I sat in silence for a minute after the bought of coughing, the sense of dread not going away. I looked around the dark room, my eyes able to see everything easily. I stretched for a moment and almost fell when I heard Allen scream. I got up and was in Allen's room within seconds. I already knew it was too late, but I still couldn't help from finch from the sight. An angel stood there holding Allen's head in his hands. Allen's body was limp with a large gaping hole where his stomach should have been, some of his innards swung in disgusting circles. The angel looked at me, his pale blue eyes iced over with a deep amusement. The window was open and it blew in a very chilly breeze, sweeping his short blonde hair in front of his face like curtains.Sae walked in rubbing her eyes, "Allen, did you have-," then she looked up and saw the sight. She gasped with terror. I'm sure she would have lurched at the other angel's throat if I had not been standing in the way. I could feel the electricity from her anger going through me like knives. It leaked into me, making me angry as well. It was like a spreading disease. I shook my hands and claws appeared. This was a trick of my own. I've never seen another angel that had the ability to change a part of their body, but I didn't have all the powers they did either. He dropped Allen and held out his hand. The air around his hand compressed until you could see the thin outline of something that looked like a small knife. That was one ability I didn't have. I took a deep breath and blinked hard. I used all the strength I had to ram into the other angel through the wall and out of the house. He grunted and tried to stab me with his translucent knife. He nicked my wing and I beat them hard to get back away. In stories fights usually last longer, but when you're tired and you have a bunch of angels after you, it's hard to keep up. I tried to land on the roof of Sae's house and slipped. The other angel was right there, waiting for me. I managed to stab him with my claws in the leg, which didn't phase him at all, and he backed away, flapping his silver wings that glowed in the moonlight. He was hovering in the air a few feet away from the house, by the trees, waiting for me. By now, Sae had stupidly run out of the hole in the house with her gun and was aiming it at the other angel. He saw my horrified glance and looked amused. I tried to jump for her, but he was faster, getting behind her quickly, grabbing her neck to make it look like he would break it. I landed on the edge of the roof, baring my teeth angrily at the other angel. He motioned for me to come down, so I did. I didn't want Sae to die because of me. I stood in front of him and closed my eyes. This was another trick I could do that they couldn't: illusions. To him it looked like he was surrounded by four other angels. He looked panic stricken as the other "angels" dived towards him. He flinched and I managed to get Sae away, but at a cost. As I pushed her out of the way, my body came too close to his and he realized that the other angels were only an illusion. His knife went up into my ribcage. My mouth hung open in a silent scream. The illusions disappeared, pain crossing their faces. I coughed, blood squirting out of both my mouth and my stomach. Everything faded into black and white, but didn't become blurry. My wings fluttered uselessly, the feathers going everywhere. So many feathers, until finally it was just skin and bones flapping uselessly. Of course the skin had to be black."The reason you have to die is that you're not like us," the male angel hissed, "How dare you call yourself an angel when you are only half? Demons deserve to die." My eyes opened wide with shock. That made sense, but it was hard for my mind to wrap around it. I was beginning to fade. I felt a warm hand on my featherless wing as Sae grabbed it, "I'm sorry." She then passed out. He pulled the knife from my ribs quickly, spraying blood across the ground. I almost fell, but what little pride I had made me stand. I trembled with anger and tears streamed from my eyes in rivers, washing away bits of blood that dirtied my face. "If I was so bad, then why did an angel save me?!" I screamed, putting all the anger from sadness and abuse into one final blow. I took the other angel's head off with my claws, they sliced through his neck like it was only butter. His body jerked and began twitching lifelessly on the ground. As his blood gushed from his neck, it with my own on the ground. I collapsed and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Blood gushed from my wound as my body hit the ground.I looked at Sae collapsed on the ground a few feet away, my vision beginning to go blurry. I closed my eyes and sighed, a big shaky sigh. I coughed and blood poured out of my mouth. It tasted nasty.I thought to myself, At least something nice happened to me for once before I die. My life had always sucked, but at least I had seen one act of kindness before I passed. I now knew what my mother had meant. Her last words had been a warning and I didn't even know it. Well, I suppose they can't tell you everything, otherwise it wouldn't be any fun to figure out the puzzle of life. If this is even what you would call a life. I took one last look at Sae, she had lifted her head up and was looking at me with terror, tears rolling down her pale face. She jumped to my side and started shaking me, "Please don't die Airreu!" I listened for a second, wishing I wasn't dying, but that was one battle I couldn't influence anymore. "I'm sorry," I murmerd weakly. I then closed my eyes and my soul floated above me toward the clouds. They say there is a bright light when you die, well sorry to sink your boat, but there is no bright light when you die. Only a cold and dark loneliness that engulfs you like a fire. Then, when you open your eyes, you're there, looking down at yourself, not being able to do anything.We all lead secret lives, even if only in our heads, but of course, where one story ends, another begins
