Hey guys, so I really love this movie, and have been working a long while on this fic, it's not perfect of course, but I really hope you like it. Please let me know what you think and if I should write more. R&R!
-maggie563
When I was a little girl, my mother would remind me each night before bed to be sure to open my heart to God, for he was kind, merciful and just. Things changed father left a few years later, leaving her to raise me and my brothers alone in a little place out on the edge of the Mojave Desert. She never talked about a kind and merciful God again. Instead she spoke of a prophecy. Of a time when all the world would be covered in darkness and the fate of Mankind would be decided. One night I finally got up the courage to ask my mother why God had changed, why he was mad at his children. "I don't know," she said, tucking the covers around me, "I guess he just got tired of all the bullshit."
Atop a building not to high above the city a man stood. Dark wings hung from his back, stretched outwards, and tucked against his back. He sighed and listened to the commotion below.
"Please! Don't!" The woman screamed.
"You little hoar, I'll show you what happens," He threw her into the wall and then to the ground.
She screamed as he pulled a knife and cut her skirt, slicing into her leg.
"You scream again, and I swear I will ram this blade so far into it'll come out your mouth."
The girl held back her cries of fear, and closed her tear-filled eyes.
*Oh great almighty, father of our lord savior, father of thy son Saint Michel, and of thy son Saint Gabriel. I ask of thee to spare my life, and save me. Thy love is unwavering, and undevoted towards thee. I ask thee great lord, save me or give me a quick death. Thy will is thy commands oh lord.*
Michael, right hand of god, and arch angel, heard her prayer.
The man ripped away her shirt and she held back another scream.
"Father, give me the strength to save thy child Samantha, who prays to you with such strength even as she is faced with death. I ask that you let me stay with thy child and heal her, and love her if that is thy will. I ask that you forgive the sins I shall commit, and turn eyes away from thine own defiance."
Michael spread his great wings and stepped off the roof.
A blazing light glowed behind Samantha's attacker. He spun and blinked against the light. A form came forward from the light. The attacker gasped and turned to run but the form grabbed him and, broke his neck, throwing him to the ground.
Samantha gasped, trying to move, but cried out in pain. A small pool of blood had formed beneath her now, from the gash on her leg and one on her side. She gasped when she saw the forms face, the light dying away.
"Saint Michael." She choked. "Oh heavenly father, thank you,"
Michael smiled lightly. "You show such strength, even in the face of death."
"It is his will that I pray, and by whose will did you come?"
"My own." He scooped her into his arms and walked. "I have watched you for a long time Samantha."
"You know me?"
"I know all of the lords favored children." He said. "Hush now, you have lost much blood. Sleep child."
Samantha could hardly keep her eyes open. "Thank you, Saint Michael; I am, forever in your debt."
"Hush, little one that debt shall be paid soon in enough."
And then her world fell into darkness.
Samantha woke in her own bed. She sat up, blinking. Had it all been a dream? She could swear that she was attacked, and she was saved by, Samantha broke off with a shaky laugh. There was no way Angels could be real. She tried to stand and cried out, nearly falling to her knees. She pulled up the edge of her night gown that hung to her knees, and revealed a long stitched gash.
Sam blinked and shook her head; hiking the dress up her she found another stitched gash on her side. Impossible. It couldn't be real. She walked into the living room and was overwhelmed by the smell of something cooking. Something good. She winced and limped to the kitchen. Sitting at the table, a plate of food opposite him was the saint Michael.
Sam gasped, starring at the large black wings that spread from his back. He was reading the paper, but looked up when he saw her. He was wearing a pair of black pants, loose, and a ripped shirt.
"Morning. I made your breakfast." He said, motioning to the plate.
Sam sat, and blushed. "Thank you." She said, and ate. She stared at her plate, feeling his eyes on her.
Michael smiled. She really was beautiful. Long red hair was pulled in a braid down almost to her hips. Curls hung loose from the braid. Freckles splattered across her pale face. The kindest sea green eyes looked up at him, and she blushed, looking away. She was nearly a head shorter than him, and was skinny.
Sam finished her plate and moved to stand but Michael was suddenly standing and took it, placing it in the sink.
"Uhm, thank you, I,"
"You're wondering if you're dreaming." Michael said, leaning against the counter.
Sam nodded, unable to speak. "Why did you save me?" She asked in voice barley louder than a whisper.
"You pray, faithfully. You show faith even on the brink of death. Faith that gives me strength. You are the sole reason I am here now Samantha."
"Me? But i,"
"I know you do not understand. Most people never will. A war is starting Samantha. God has lost faith in man, but I saw faith in you. I believe he should give man another chance, but he has made his decision."
"Are we talking about the apocalypse here?"
"No Sam, we're talking about extermination. God is going to wipe out the race of man. Starting with the new savior."
Samantha's eyes widened. "Savior? Another savior is being born?"
Michael nodded. "He has not been yet born, but his mother is in danger. I was ordered to kill the child, and now, i refuse. I want man to have a chance. This child will be that chance."
"What do you want me to do?" She said simply.
"Aid me in this war Samantha, and help me give man the same faith and strength that you have."
Samantha nodded and stood, walking to Michael. "I will do anything for you Michael."
Michael smiled. "I know."
"Do you believe that everyone is split in half? That their other half waits for them in one place or another, and that we are never truly whole until we have found that other half?"
Michael nodded slowly. "Yes Sam I do believe that. And right now I believe I have found mine."
Sam's breathe hitched. Michael leaned forward and cupped her face in his hand.
"I haven't been able to take my eyes off you since first I saw you."
Her breathe came out with a whoosh and than his lips were on hers. It was a gentle and soft kiss. Sam relaxed against him. Never before had she had a kiss feel like this. Michael pulled away and she set her forehead against his.
"I will go with you anywhere." She said quietly.
Michael nodded. "Just, promise me you will do exactly as i say. This war ahead, its gona be hard as hell. And I don't want you getting hurt."
"I promise." She said.
"Good." He kissed her again, and then pulled away. "Now, I need your help with something."
"Anything." She said.
"The only way to remove this," He pulled at his collar. "Is to cut off my wings."
Samantha's eyes widened. "You can't be serious."
"I'm very serious. I will do that part, but I need you to stitch my wounds."
Sam bit her lip but nodded. "In the bathroom, it should be big enough." She said.
Michael nodded and walked there, pulling off his shirt, and throwing it in the trash. Sam couldn't help but gasp at his tattoos. They covered his entire body. Michael pulled a knife from his pants pocket that had strange carvings up the blade. He stretched his wings, and put them out. He raised the knife, and in one clean swoop, cut them off. Michael cried out loudly, falling to his knees in pain. Sam couldn't hold back her tears.
Michael let out a broken sob and Sam kneeled beside him. He looked to her and she helped him to his feet. Blood dripped down as back as she sat him on a chair placed in the bathroom. She quickly cleaned his wounds, and stitched them. His collar lay on the ground beside his fallen wings, which turned to ash. Sarah finished stitching the wounds and wiped the blood away.
"Here, you can take a shower." She handed him a towel and a pair of clothes. "They were my brothers. You guys are about the same size."
"Thank you for your kindness." Michael said.
"I have never met you before last night, yet I feel as if I have known you my whole life. I would do anything for you, Michael. Plus, you saved me. I am just returning the favor."
Michael smiled lightly. "Thank you."
She nodded and left, leaving him alone. Michael sighed and stared in the mirror. Could he really put her in danger like this? But then again, it was the only way to save her from what was coming.
They had one month until the extermination began, and Michael knew he would be spending every minute teaching her how to fight, how to survive. There was a long journey ahead of them. Michael just hoped he would be able to save Samantha. And have the strength to save Charlie, and her unborn child.