A\N: Thought I'd give you some more.
KIRA
Angel.
Jason called me that. When he was thrown into the cell, he landed on me. He tried to help me up and touched my wing.
I still hear the word in my head. The awe and pain.
And I see the flash in his eyes, the breif moment of horrer and alertness.
I trace a finger over one of the scars. Maybe he was right to be scared.
"You gonna try?"
I glance back at Rocky. Goofball extrordianire, I've been avoiding him because he's so much like Conner. Dead, sweet, kind, ridiculous Conner.
He sighs. "Flying. You gonna try?"
I nod slowly.
My wings open perfectly well, with a stretching feeling. It's pleasent. Like when you yawn.
The fluffy white feathers look like a pillow, and I hesitate.
Can I really fly?
I look down from the edge of the tree. Rootcore, where Jason brought me, is so perfect for me. Even if I don't want to talk.
"You can fly, you know. No one's gonna shoot you or anything."
"Enough, Rocky." Jason thuds onto the treetop. Superstrong. Can't control a thing...
I look down at the treetops.
"You can do it." Jason says quietly.
I fall.
Instinct takes over. I swoop up, manuvering, dancing through the sky.
Angel.
I'm an angel.
I feel Vida throwing herself along with me. The ability to control wind comes in handy if you want to fly. We race through the sky, her laughing, me...
I don't know what I am.
I soar above the cloud cover, and then shake myself free of the water.
Then I look down.
The clouds are an endless landscape below me. The sun shines on me, dries me off. The thin oxygyn doesn't bother me.
I'm at peace.
I smile.
Maybe heaven's a good place for angels.