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Heaven Sent, chapter 4/4 |
| Written by Jessica S,A. | |
| Sunday, 17 August 2008 | |
The angel infront of me did not look heavenly, his wings were smeared with the blood that marked his chest in wounds that varied from small cuts to deep gashes that continued to weap blood as he held a older man to the wall. I was no longer as concerned for my health as I was for Michael's, whose wings hung limply from his back. His face held no love for his father, who he held, only revulsion that he could be born from such a man. "I love you, Marie, I can't believe I put you in this danger..." his voice caught on the last word, a tear rolled sluggishly down his cut and bruised cheek onto his equally devestated chest and neck, "Forgive me." his fist curled tighter around his father's neck until his knuckles turned as white as snow and the muscles jumped from his hand and arm. His eyes narrowed at his father, who stood elevated from the floor with his feet danggling. "Son," Michael's sardonic father chuckled breathlessly, trying to stay cool as he tried to loosen the grip around his neck unsuccessfully, "you're being an idiot. She's not worth killing your own father for, is she?" he smiled and reached out to my face again so that he take my chin in his bony fingers. I flinched and screamed for him to let go... but he did not even spare a glance in my direction. "Don't be so difficult!" he yelled, forgetting that he had someone in his grasp for a moment, and taking my shoulder in one hand whilst drawing back his other to hit me. I thought I saw a flicker of doubt touch the angel's cool blue eyes, my heart began to sink with the realisation that I was not worth killing family for; that he did not love me at all, that it all had been some big mistake. The older man took a short knife from a hidden holster in his trousers and began to bring it down on his son, slashing at the pale skin of my lovers chest. It took all that I had to hold back the scream that stuck in my throat; it hurt me to see Michael in any sort of pain. I hated the fact that it was all for me. "Close your eyes, Marie." For a moment I stood frozen in his fathomless eyes that seemed to change even lighter as he spoke, that strange feeling of unease spreading over me like frozen waves. "Do it." Michael said coldly, his authoroty over the situation clear even to me. I closed my eyes tight and waited for sound to reach me. I heard the tearing of flesh from bone. I heard the cracking of bones. I heard a small cackle that sounded like a word. And then there was only the heavy breathing of a single entity. I daren't open my eyes, something about the stillness of the space warned me that I would regret it. At the sound of Michael's scream my eyes shot open. His father was standing over his still body with a bloodied knife still embeded into his torso. I could not breathe as I stared, I knew this was the end for me. He was dead. He was dead and it was all my fault, however indirectly. "How could you?" I asked the old man, hating myself more as I wripped the blade from my true love's chest, blood splashed onto my face. He looked almost frightened as I painfully got onto my feet. I tripped and stumbled my way to where he waited for me. He thought I was going to kill him, that I would plunge this dagger into his heart and watch him die, and he backed slowly away. I leered at him and gripped the handle tighter. He looked scared sh*tless and he tried to swipe the 7" knife from me. I smiled, he thought that I would sooner kill him than myself. "You are one selfish b*stered, you know that?" I hissed, bringing the blade infront of me, "You hurt me more than I had ever dreampt that anyone could." I stepped closer to him and smiled, "Someone has to pay the price." His eyes widened as I plunged my weapon into where his heart should have been, if he owned one. Death was instantaneous, I made sure of it, the knife buried itself into him more times than I cared to count. I stopped when a soft voice belonging to Michael's voice whispered in my ear, as loving as ever, "Stop no, before you become a monster like him. I love you, don't do this." I turned, to see if it was really him speaking to me, and felt a pain worse than anything before. The knife, still held tight in my fingers, never looked so promising. If I used it upon myself, it would get me closer to him because I knew that he was an angel, pure, heavan sent.
THE END
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*She kills herself to get closer to her love
Copyright 2008 Jessica S,A. |
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