Angel's Wrath: Prologue

AN/ MEEC7, checking in! Ok, so this story is a COMPLETE AU, and it's a collab. with TK/amazeballz. we will be alternating chapters, so when giving suggestions, give it to the other person. I don't own TMI and neither does TK. Please read on, and enjoy the show!

I closed the heavy oak door to my dorm room and set my stuff down. The more I walked the school, the more I was convinced that this was the set of a medieval movie. Stone dorm walls, stone halls, lights shaped like sconces and even the boarding school's secretary wrote with a pen quill! I had always had a soft spot for knights and castles, but this whole place had a sense of wrongness about it.

I sighed and brushed my dark brown bangs out of my eyes. Dragging my stuff behind me, I sat down on one of the two beds and opened my luggage trunk. I pulled out some clothes and toiletries. Those I stored in a few drawers marked with my name in scrawling gold script; Ellen. The next few things to be unpacked were my books. I had only brought my favorites with me and they still all barely fit in my suit case. The History of Guardian Angels earned a spot on my bedside table. I reached to unpack the next few items but stopped myself. The mattress creaked as I got up and walked over to the door. I poked my head out, looked around, then closed and locked the door.

I walked back over to my trunk and knelt down in front of it. From the dark recesses of the box I pulled out a sword, dagger, a bow and arrows, a hunting knife and a few razor blades. The knife went down my left leather boot and the razors I set on my bed stand. The rest of my weapons-minus the dagger- went under my bed. My dagger was put under my pillow. Hey, it never hurt to be fully armed.

Standing up, I walked to the full-length mirror beside the door. I took off my shirt and tossed it onto my bed, leaving me only in my jeans and a black sports bra. Looking down, I brushed my hand over a black double spiral inked into my wrist. A sudden feeling of freedom enveloped me and I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked into the mirror again and was greeted by the beautiful sight of chocolate brown wings. I experimentally flapped them and I rose a few inches of the ground. Yup, I still got my wings.

I flew as close to the ceiling as I dared, then glided back down. It's an understatement to say that I felt good doing that. As I landed, my mind sobered up a little. I wasn't here for nothing; my new assignment was enrolled here.

I suddenly realized that I was alone in the dorm I and looked around. The walls seemed to leer at me and the floor seemed to roll under my feet. It was as if someone had flipped a switch and the room came to life. I panicked and rose a few feet into the air. The very air in the room seemed to disappear, leaving my wings beating into nothing, dropping me like a stone. I hit the ground at an awkward angle and felt my ankle twist. A yelp escaped my mouth, and I crawled into a corner and hid myself under my wings. Saying I was terrified just about summed it up. Whose dorm worked against its occupants as if it were alive? No one's. Now I feared for my mental health.

A sudden sharp rap at the door brought me out of my little pit of despair. Brushing myself off, I covered my limp and walked to mirror to see if I looked presentable. I was dressed in a bra and my jeans were torn. My hair had come out of its pony-tail and was now hanging below my shoulders, my long bangs covering half my face. The feathers on my wings were ruffled and I was drenched with sweat. A sharp gleam lit up my eyes. All in all, it looked like I had had a go with someone. Not the best first impression. My nerves were still frazzled, so I just walked to the door and yanked it open, wings still out, knowing it was my assignment.

As soon as Assignment got a good look at my wings, she screamed. It was a sharp, shrill scream, one that hurt my ears.

I decided against slapping her and decided to talk to her instead. I made no effort to hide the annoyance in my voice. "Stop screaming. My ears hurt." Then, I shut the door. The screams stopped. I braced myself for another scream and opened the door wide. To my surprise, Assignment didn't scream. I leaned against the door frame and got comfortable.

I rolled my eyes, amused. The Asian girl's mouth was still hanging open. I reached an arm out and shut her mouth, as she seemed incapable of doing that herself. "You'll catch flies," I told her, my tone smug. She gave me another once over and finally spoke.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Seriously? That was the first question she decided to ask me? She looked at me like she expected me to answer. I decided to humor her.

"Had a quick session. Loosens up the muscles." Her eyes widened and she took a step back. I threw her a smirk and shook my head. "Joking, joking. I'm not desperate." Assignment seemed to take that as an answer and moved to step in the room. I stayed were I was.

"You're not going to let me in?" she asked, sounding incredulous.

"You never asked." But I stepped aside anyways let her enter, closing the door behind her.

"What's your name?" I asked. Assignment took a quick look around the room and plopped her bag on the other bed.

"Krissy." She started unpacking, her motions almost mechanical.

"How old are you?" I leaned against a wall, getting comfortable. Might as well get to know her while she's dazed and confused.

"14." Her clothes went into the drawer.

"How did you get into this school?"

"I got a package." Krissy threw on a navy blue sweater.

"Are your parents dead?" At that question, Krissy stiffened. She calmly turned around, brushing her dark hair behind her back. When I got a good look at her face, I froze. It seems like I struck a nerve. Her eyes were colder than ice, her expression closed off.

"Let me ask you something," she said between clenched teeth, "before you find out every little secret in my life." She took a step towards me. "Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you interrogating me? Why are there weapons under the bed and razors on the night stand? Why do you have wings? Are you, like, some angle sent from heaven? And why aren't you wearing a shirt?!"

That last question caught me off guard. I decided to answer her questions in order. I walked over to my bed and tucked the razor blades under the feathers on my wings. I decided to put on a show and flew over Krissy and sat down on the bed, patting the space beside me. She stood standing. Shrugging, I lay down on her bed and propped my feet up on the backboard.

"I'll answer your questions in order," I started. "I'm here to keep you safe." Krissy started to open my mouth, but I held up a hand to silence her. "I need to know you well to do that the aforementioned job. There are people out there whose only goal in life is to hurt you, so I need to protect you from them. Your "angel sent from heaven" theory isn't too far off the mark. I'm your Guardian Angel. You should be honored, by the way. Not every Guardian is as devoted to their job as I am." That last statement was completely true. "And, as to why I'm not wearing a shirt, it's more comfortable wearing nothing if you have wings." At Krissy's scandalized look I hurried to finish. "But, I do have a reputation to keep up."

Krissy sat down on my bed gave me a long, hard look. "So," she said, and then paused. "So, you're my guardian angel, here to protect me and you don't wear shirts inside the dorm because they strain your wings?"

I nodded, smirking. I tapped my boots and shifted my wings, getting comfy. "Your intelligence never ceases to amaze me."

Krissy didn't reply to that, she just merely nodded. "Just… promise me one thing ok?"

I laughed. "I don't make promises I can't keep." Krissy looked at me as if I had four wings instead of two.

"Just promise me that you won't screw anyone in this room."

I fell on the floor in a pile of feathers, twitching with silent laughter.

AN/ please reveiw, they substitute my lunch! constructive critisicm is very much welcome. tell us what you thought, and TK will be with you in the very first chapter! MEEC7, signing off!