Hey guys don't ask me if I know where this story is going cause I don't-but my muse insisted-and she is very stubborn when she doesn't get her way. What I do know so far is I want this story to be about a girl surviving as best she can in a survival compound, and her sudden friendship/ probably more- with a very angsty ex angel. Course I'm not sure if I will keep him as an ex-angel….really I could do just about anything considering the episode left so much open to guess at-crap what if there was an eventual happy ending in the Apocalyptic world-so many directions to go—fixen a broken world and all. Don't worry all the characters will still be in on the fun…wow actually I am excited-no outline at all just me and EC characters with some of my own of course. Love you all, the rest of the chapter is done it's just in first draft-gotta go over it shouldn't take too long-editing is faster than the actual writing. Luv's Corrode

Promise Me Ascension:

From My Broken Wings

Prologue

Tracy was lost again, she'd seemed to be doing that a lot lately; she would just zone out on the skyline- tripping along on legs made of filament and rapidly realize she was somewhere she couldn't identify. This was not a good thing considering the whole crazed zombie like populace that surrounded every major town and city. For the second time in weeks Tracy wondered if she might be losing her mind, slowly but surely going a little insane- like a faucet- one drip at a time.

Her bare feet stumbled along in the darkness, the heavy foil edge smelled full and earthy, alive, her surroundings breathing with insects and thick perspirations. She was reminded of snow white- alone and terrified in the nighttime woods. But she supposed so many of her feelings were dulled by the steady edge of ever pressing danger-the atmosphere overwhelming-a constant- and crazy as it sounded it had become comfortable over time.

She glanced around her into the shrub lined darkness eyes hazed and dilating with the effort of knowing where she was. But she didn't think she had ever been to this part of camp, and wondered how she'd managed to get here without being spotted drifting in the dark. After all, it wasn't restricted to go moonlighting, it was more like an unspoken rule, possibly dangerous and their fore understood.

Okay- so she hadn't meant to go wandering like a dumbass into the warm night. Just to step out a few feet from what she had started to feel like was her world. A small cabin she shared with so many others that smelled of water, and sweat-fear and tears. No, perhaps she hadn't consciously wandered off but been trying in some way to break out of this new reality. A reality Tracy wasn't sure she wanted part in.

The dull hum of the locusts and the music of the crickets played against her mind -awakening her to the quiet beauty of her surroundings. Tracy tipped her head up towards the moon and the stars, awed by the highway of lighted fairy dust, she chuckled softly. It felt good. Felt good to find some regularity of her old life-as simple as finding joy in the constellations above.

Watching the sky- she'd always been dreaming of far off places when she was growing up….Adventure she had thought at the time. Suppose her take on adventure had not included the desolation of losing one's family; nore the burning ache of muscles sore from running, or hiding in cramped alleyways. Guess she should be happy she found some kind of sanctuary; even if that piece of heaven felt so listlessly dark. She wondered if she was just losing the will to fight-worried that there was nothing more for her to want to fight for.

Everything was so twisted, so corrupted by the chaos that was Armageddon. Everyone seemed to find something to poor themselves into, even if it was just the idea of saving what was left of the planet. Tracy herself had no passion, no will, or reverence to find her coping niche.

And she prayed then, eyes uplifted, lips moving in slight duration. Tracy prayed for some kind of miracle…..Because even through all this Tracy still believed in the Alpha and the Omega…Tracy stile believed in God. Because she had to believe that there would be some big reveal in the end-some kind of final justice. No-she was not pious by any meaning of the word. She only needed something to hold onto.

She had forgotten what it felt like to feel this way. It was a strange bit of hope in an awkward situation. She felt God everywhere around her in the trees, in the stars-a pure essence of divine creation. So Tracy was sad but she had not lost complete hope.

That was when Tracy heard it, it was soft and breathy before being joined by light and tinkling- and a weird kind of shared laughter that had Tracy listening and following before she knew what she was up to. She stepped barefooted through the untamed grass. Tracy was heedless of the warnings, the small voices telling her not to follow the sounds. But her inquisitiveness got the best of her. And here she stood.

It was a small cabin set back inside a few outbuildings stile alight from inside and the glow was welcoming. The muted candles like a chorus of lighthouses pulling her to shore. The sounds coming from inside were indistinguishable and drew Tracy closer. It was the sound of pleasure, volatile pleasure, nothing like her own cabin-and as she drew up side the pentacle of glowing rectangle like a damn moth to a forbidden flame the breathy pants deepened into a chorus of female voices. She thought the peculiarity of the situation could not be ignored. Perplexed and too damn curious for her own good she twisted her body midstride onto the ledge below the window slowly peeking upwards at a very cautious speed.

She wasn't sure this was a good idea…..had never considered being a peeping tom before but couldn't seem to stop herself from this act of the taboo-spying on what was obviously sexual in nature but sounded more like a parade than a one on one kind of thing.

Tracy's eyes widened when she saw how right she had been and if she wasn't frozen in place she would probably of bolted like a noisy child. She kind of felt like a child anyhow like she was walking in on her parents. She'd never seen herself as an innocent in the ways of the flesh but she felt her skin coloring at the sight before her.

The room was sparse save for pretty carpets, flickers of candles-heaped randomly around the wooden surroundings. There were statues and talismans of different faiths sitting on their burnished thrones, the eyes of bronze being the only spectator-curtained beads in the doorway, and a makeshift bed in the corner. The smell of sandalwood burned silken patterns through the air. And pile's of books stacked around, tilting and aged. But the heady scent of incense and the leather bound books was not the only smell to permeate the air.

Slapping, gliding bodies glistened in the center-and the smell of sex pulled through all the others.

There was one…..two…..three…wait was that a forth underneath….and ONE man….

Tracy stifled a gasp, finding herself recovering quickly as she considered why there would be this man living in a survival compound surrounding him self with a harem of women. Well, she supposed it wasn't the worst way to spend your time now days. So yeah, instead of the revulsion she would think she should be feeling it was a slight curiosity and throbbing anticipation-that when recognized surprised and worried her.

Not that she wanted to join; she'd outgrown any orgy fascination years ago after an unfortunate run in with an ex. That had been awkward…..

Yet, something stile pulled at her core-unleashing all the missed intimacy of nowadays into a freshly blossomed interest…a conflicted interest in her own mind.

And damn it, when he (Mr. Head conductor she figured) surfaced from the tide of skin- his fingers teasing and mouth fastened to one pale curved shoulder she almost lost her balance as two bright blue eyes focused onto hers.

And he smiled.

A/N: Reviews are welcomed been playing with this idea for a while let me know what you think-luvs and doves and angel hugs ;P