Gwen's P.O.V
I walk alone amongst the derelict streets of a once beautiful city. I remember when the sun once shone warmly on its streets and people once filled its buildings. When the streets were filled with chatter and music,instead of debris and silence. I bet you're wondering what I'm doing alone. A sixteen year old girl who's from a land caught in war. Well it's rather simple,my family were killed.
I lived here with my family,my mum,dad,brother and me. Everyday we went to the park,whether it was rain or shine and explored the great unknown-or we did until the war started. A band of rebel angels,Fallen Angels as we call them,had attacked the town centre and things only grew worse from there. Men were called to war and had to leave their families or be killed. Either way they died in the end. My dad who was an honest and noble man went to fight. He never returned.
One day,in the midst of the war a bomb had hit my family home,I still remember the moments before it came. Mum was cooking lunch and my brother was playing with our dog,Buddy. I was out in the pavilion,sketching the sweet cherry blossom tree in our garden. I loved to draw,it was the way I escaped the brutal reality of my life. I then looked up at the clouds to see if any rain was coming,only to see a bomb heading our way. I yelled as I ran,but they didn't make it out in time. I saw tears fall down my remaining family's faces. I was the only one to make it out alive that day.
As the bomb collided with my home,I yelled in emotional pain. In a second they were buried in debris,killed in an instant. All that I'd ever loved was gone in a moment. Every night I cried myself to sleep. I didn't eat or drink,I just thought about all I'd lost. I was an person with no use. I'd lost everything that would pull me out of this war.
Everyday for two long years,I just kept hoping and wishing that they'd emerge from the rubble,but they never did. They were gone-dead and nothing could change that. And the thing that hurt most,was once an angel dies,their gone. There is no life after that,you're just wiped clean off this world and nothing will ever change that.
I sigh. It's been four years now since the war ended and I've found no other survivors. It's either because they're all dead or there's so few left that it's a struggle to find others in this huge place. I sigh as I think about how much longer I have to live. Eternity I guess,considering I'm immortal,unless I'm killed or die from starvation or dehydration. I start to scavenge for some food and water,what an angel still has to eat and drink. All because I'm in Heaven doesn't mean I don't have to.
Sure,I'm smart and have started growing crops,but I've got a few months till they start producing so I'm left with finding and eating. If only someone would come and prove to me there's a point in living in this godforsaken world.
Duncan's P.O.V
I walked down the old abandoned streets of Heaven's capital city. After four years and I'm still attracted to this shit hole. Wow. It wasn't always such a bleak and desolate place,Ascension City,Heaven's capital. It was once a not to bad place to be. Until that fucked up war started. And all because some jackass Fallen Angel wanted to control the way God ran this world. Well,God's gone now along with all the other angels. I'm the last one left.
My sad excuse of a dad kicked me out once I'd gone to Juvie for the third time. What! You can't blame a guy for wanting to pull pranks and what not. My ma wasn't so bad,she was the kinder parent and didn't want me to go,but I left. It was a good thing really cause once the war began,my home was targeted first,since my parents were cops. A bunch of people who had relatives in a government official role or emergency services field,were targeted first. Only a few like me lived to tell the tale. But even they died,one by one,day by day,till only one of us were left. Me.
I kick up some dirt as I trudge along the cracked paving stones. My stomach rumbled and my throat was dry. Great. Now I have to scavenge for something to eat and drink. Food was hard to find here and clean water twice as hard. Just my luck. Why did this stupid war have to happen?
I peer around me,studying the buildings to determine which was more likely to have something edible. Time went swiftly here and if you weren't careful at nightfall the monsters created by the hate,malevolence and greed of the war will come and consume you. That's why so many of the survivors died. Many of them didn't believe in the monsters of the night that we call Shadow Ghasts and carelessly went off into the night,never to return.
Most of the buildings were heavily bombed out and unsafe to search. I then studied the opposite direction. Hmm,wasn't too bad. I could stay in one of them for the night and possibly find food. It was then I saw a place where there would certainly be food. A supermarket.
I spotted it from across the street. It didn't look to bombed out and it seemed as if no-one had been in it for years. Perfect. Putting my hood on,I walked towards the building,hoping there was something decent to eat.
A/N: Here's the first chapter of my latest story: Fallen Angel. How'd you like it? Tell me in reviews. Till next time,
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