Hello my good people! I bring you forth another atrocious story! Lolz (^ J ^)b Well this is going to be a collection of small little fics for Prucan based on songs I listen. It's ongoing until I feel like I have written enough :) But if you've read any of my chapter stories you'll know I'm horrible at updating, so no promises on how early the next chapter will be.

Picture's not mine, I just edited it a little. If you know the person who owns the pic, tell me and I'll give credit. Relax! Matthew's only hugging Gilbert naked ;)

Keep in mind that these stories have no connection to one another unless I say so. Well, that's it! Enjoy! :D

Summary: Gilbert's in the hospital, but he can't remember why. His good friend, the angel Matthew is there too. But things aren't looking good. Why do Matthew's wings look like that? Why is he crying? Why can't Gilbert breathe anymore?!

~Evil Angel~

Breaking Benjamin

"Birdie, what's going on?" Gilbert asked, slightly panicked. He had been taking his meds just like the doctor had told him to and he hadn't been out in the sun too much either. Being albino had its downsides, sure, but what could he have possibly done to himself that he fainted as a result and landed himself prisoner in a hospital?

The angel, Matthew, was sitting on the edge of the bed staring out of the window quietly. Just then Gilbert noticed something, the angel's wings...
they looked darker for some reason. As if they were no longer pure, almost tainted.

Hold it together, birds of a feather,
Nothing but lies and crooked wings

Matthew ignored the question in favor of looking out at the blue sky, longingly. He was looking strangely depressed for some reason.

"Why do you call me Birdie, Gil?" He finally spoke, his soft voice strained.

I have the answer, spreading the cancer,
You are the faith inside me

The patient scrunched up his pale face in confusion, but nonetheless replied.

"I though I had already told you?"

"I really want to hear it again. Just one last time, please?"

Gilbert sighed, making himself comfortable on the lumpy hospital bed. He was feeling really tired for some reason, and his chest was beginning to ache too.

No, don't
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here

"You remember when we first met, don't you?" Gilbert asked. The angel simply nodded, keeping his focus on the blue skies just outside the window.

"Well since you're a guardian angel, God put you in charge of my health since I'm always on the verge of death. You plopped down from the sky and landed unconscious in my back yard, nearly giving me a heart attack." Gilbert chuckled as he replayed the memory, and he saw the angel's lips twitch up in a small smile.

"I remember how unawesomely panicked I was, even though there seemed to no injuries on you. When I finally bent down to take a good look at you, I noticed your wings. They were so beautiful, so pure looking! Just plain awesome. At that moment, you reminded me of an injured little bird that needed my help. My little Birdie."

Alone, don't remember, remember

By now, Matthew looked close to tears, his wings growing a darker shade of grey with eaching passing second. Gilbert stopped his reminiscing, and reached out a shaky hand to the saddened angel. The albino was loosing his strength and fast, he could barely keep his hand steady!

"B-birdie, you okay?"

Put me to sleep evil angel
Open your wings evil angel

Matthew silently got up and stepped in front of the open window before turning back to face Gilbert. His once bright purple eyes looked a depressing dark violet.

"Birdie you gotta tell me what's wrong!"

"Please...don't call me...that...a-anymore."

"Birdie I-"

"I sinned Gil."

Crystalline tears fell from the angels face and his once pure white wings were now a dark ash color. A splitting headache was forming in Gilbert's head and he couldn't for the life of him remember why he was in the hospital. He had never been this sick with pains before.

I'm a believer,
Nothing could be worse,
All these imaginary friends

"W-what did you say?"

"I fell in love."

Gilbert felt his heart painfully thudding in his chest and was struggling to breathe properly. He heart rate on the monitor was picking up speed, not a good sign. Matthew glanced towards the rapidly beeping machine, and turned back to Gilbert.

"I know you can't speak anymore Gil, but I have to tell you this. I fell in love with a human...I fell in love with you Gilbert. Therefore I went against God's wishes. Knowing I was going to go to hell, I sold my soul."

Hiding betrayal,
Driving the nail,
Hoping to find a savior

Gilbert was choking on his own spit, trying to get oxygen to his burning lungs. He lifted a feeble hand towards the angel, silently begging him not to leave.

Seeing this, Matthew couldn't stop the rush of tears as he watched his love begin to claw at his throat. The heart rete machine was beeping much faster than before and the numbers were sky-rocketing.

No, don't
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here

"I sold my soul to a devil in exchange for something. I...I-I'm so sorry Gil! I was just so upset, I didn't know what I was doing! I...in exchange for my soul...you're going to die. I couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone, especially with your health problems...so...I.." Matthew trailed off.

Alone, don't remember, remember

The angel dared one last glance at Gilbert. When he made eye contact, he felt that same spark when he had first laid eyes on this human. Instead of facing a face full of anger and hatred, he found himself staring into red orbs full of understanding, compassion, and...love.

The machine suddenly stopped its continuous BEEPING for one single note. The line went dead. The patient it was hooked up to had flat-lined.

Fly over me evil angel.
Why can't I breathe evil angel?

The heartbroken angel made its way toward the unmoving body of his former love. He ran a petite hand through silver locks as he began to silently sob. Bending down he graced Gilbert's forehead with a kiss, and whispered a small prayer against the rapidly cooling skin.

"Forgive me Gil. May you rest in peace amongst God's children in heaven."

Matthew slowly dragged himself towards the open window. He could hear the doctors and nurses rapidly approaching toward the room, but already knew there was no point. A devil's poison was incurable. Gilbert was truly gone.

With one last sorrowful glance, he whispered a guick I love you and took off just as the doctors burst through the door. They didn't notice the small black feather left behind on the window ledge.

Fly over me evil angel.
Why can't I breathe evil angel?

Review if yah want more or I'll delete this story like I did with my other one. Remember? Oh that's right you don't cuz I deleted it. Mwahahaha :D

-Empress