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Soundtrack:
Headfirst for Halos - My Chemical Romance
Liar Liar - The Used
>The alley was not unlike any other. It was confined, dark, generally dilapidated. This alley had even seen it’s own share of underhanded dealings. Nothing was immune from darkness of men. What made this alley special however, was not the woman pressed to the wall, or the man with a knife to her throat. It wasn’t even special for the fact that it was on a student angel’s route. It was special, because this is where that same angel earned his halo.
>The lady had been walking back to her office after having lunch at a nice little Ma and Pa shop down the street. She always walked there on Fridays, to treat herself for a week well spent. This particular day, she was wearing a medium length skirt, with a button up blouse that hugged her frame modestly. Her purse she had loosely around her shoulder. She was idly walking by that special alley, when she thought she saw a dove out of the corner of her eye. She was rushing hurriedly back, as she had forgotten about an important meeting that began in only two minutes. The dove was soon forgotten, however, as the hand on her shoulder roughly pulling her into the alley was a bit more imposing.
>She was slung up against the wall of the alley, just far enough in for pedestrians on the street to not notice her, or to the hulk of a man, pinning her shoulder to the wall. She stared at him in fear. Disheveled hair, wild eyes, and torn clothes gave him a homeless look. He clutched a switchblade in one hand, and raised it to her throat, grunting something incoherent.
>She tried to hand him her bag, but he swatted it away, and just leaned in closer. A hand sliding up her leg, then knife pressing into her neck enough to p***k her skin, causing her to bleed just a little. His grotesque mouth leaned in a bit closer, and for a second, the helpless damsel thought she saw a dove.
>She was again distracted from this mysterious avian by her assailant exploding.
>Gore rained across the alley, painting it a gruesome red, and other earthy colors as the former criminal’s organs splattered on the walls, and on the women. She had nothing to do or say in this particular situation, and simply slid to sit on her knees. There was a fine red mist about her, and she failed to grasp that she was now wearing a thin layer of blood, and what used to be kidney. She looked up, almost as if searching for an answer, and oversaw what she would have, with more use of her faculties, concluded had been her dove.
>Two angels were standing on the roof overlooking the alley. There was a younger one, with pure white hair, and bright red eyes. Towering over him was an older, wizened one, with jet black hair, cropped short with a thick beard under his chin. His eyes were solemn, but proud. They were obviously angels. The giant wings nearly spelled it out to anyone looking on. They were however, garbed in ordinary street clothes. One usually expected white togas, or scholarly robes, or burning armor, or something a bit more imposing than a hoodie and jeans. They looked no more than a father and son on a walk, had they not been on the roof. Or had wings.
>“Did I do good Jed?” The younger one chirped excitedly, pointing at the new color of the alley, formerly a rapist. The boy spoke as if he was wanting a toy, or some other reward. He looked to be around 12, or 13. That excitable age in children. The older angel smiled.
>“Yes, you did good Ik. Go get your Halo,” he intoned deeply. As the young one roared with excitement, and soared off into the distance to claim his reward, the woman in the alley shrieked in terror, realizing that the man about to rape her had exploded.
>She had no time to comprehend the angels, or that business meeting she had been scheduled for three minutes ago, as the older angel pointed at her, and she followed the suit of her rapist, and recoated the alley.
 Gearhook · Sun Feb 01, 2009 @ 04:13am · 1 Comments |
