A/N: Hey guys, I am back from...a very, very long break from here. I apologize for my absence on here, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading!
~~~PART 1~~~
"Oh, Phrixus" Emma chuckles, "I think you have messed with the dog enough."
"Nah," Phrixus waves his hand, "It's just too funny!"
"You don't want him to get dizzy either, you know," Emma sings getting up from her spot on the bench. The park there was very slow-going that day, as not many kids came out to play that day. Then again it was Monday, and about an hour or two after school. So the couple figured there was still homework to be done. But with the handful of kids there, Phrixus was playing with them along with the dog. The faster the dog spanned, the more the children laughed; and that was something Phrixus and Emma liked to hear.
Off in the distance strolled out a teen about Emma's age, his blank and somewhat gloomy face opposed his clothing choice of mostly white. Not a speck of dust rested on the finely sown pieces of clothing but a thin cloud of dust on his shoes.
The loner's eyes explored the park that he stumbled upon on his daily walk and took interest in the known fallen couple. He vaguely remembered the two. Being one of the highest guardian angels himself, he could see everything that goes on in the superiors' room of angels. And that included the decision of letting Phrixus and Emma go.
But of everything he remembered of the two fallen was Emma and her eyes. It was the only way the pure angel could confidently recognize Emma. Once she makes eye contact, it feels like a soft gust of wind just blew at you, making the view path ever clearer.
The wind chose to hit the angel next, as it immediately captured his attention. Emma's eyes widened on the inside, but she just casually tucked a bit of her hair away behind her right ear. Realizing who it was, Emma tried her best to not have eye contact with the angel, remembering what she and Phrixus did. The angel was confused so much so that it appeared on his face. But to a point was he not confused, understanding Emma's slight embarrassment with the event. The angel's eyes then wandered to Phrixus, the more hard-headed of the two fallen. Phrixus's chill, friendly appearance around the children and Emma were only as a show, considering the superior angel has seen how Phrixus actually is when away from Emma.
'Who should I approach first?' the angel wondered to himself, making a face as he did so. The choice was made for him, as he and the other Phrixus had teleported elsewhere. A forest about them covering a majority of the sun, but nearby to the park, since the angels could still sense Emma still there, unaware of the two's 'disappearance'.
"George, what are you doing here?" Phrixus questions with a raised eye brow, "Shouldn't you be taking care of business with the rest of the angel hierarchy?" he finishes with a light scoff. George took complete shock in seeing Phrixus open with his temporary attitude, and couldn't tolerate it soon enough.
"Uh…there are these things called breaks, but look, Phrixus, I am not spying or sneaking up on you two. I just took a walk down here to the Overworld and happened to find you gu-"
"No, George, you look and listen," Phrixus cuts the angel off, "No angel…just 'happens to find' fallen angels. Of all the places you could have walked on Earth, you somehow pick here?"
"Well, what am I supposed to say in response?" George calmly asks back, "I don't take time to go and find fallen angels like you to ruin my walk. It was an honest stumble; I didn't even know that you two were going to be here."
"No one just does this though," irritation slowly became evident in Phrixus's voice, "Once pure angels like you become fallen like us, no one really cares anymore. So I suggest we keep it that way and that you don't talk to me or Emma." That last sentence just smacked George in the chest. 'Who is he to tell me what to do and not to?' George scoffed mentally, but he just started walking backwards away from now what George thought a demon.
"Oh well, I guess I'll just be on my way," George now had his back against 'the demon' and muttered to himself, "I didn't want to start this conversation anyway."
"Hey, I heard that!" Phrixus angrily yells, throwing a shadow ball of wind, the fallen's dark blue dust crashing into George's right shoulder.
"What was that for?" George solemnly questions, making a 180 around, "It is against the rules to use your powers outsi-"
"But…I am not angel anymore," Phrixus began to smirk, his jet black wings making an appearance behind him. George's eyes widened at the sight for he hasn't seen a fallen's wings in front of him before. He has learned about the few fallen angels and their pictures, some including their wings, "You are the one held back by the rules."
By now, Phrixus is hovering over the ground but high enough for his legs to stretch below himself. His once light blue highlight, now black, glowed an aura of dark blue and purple, the black barely noticeable, the same aura lightly covering Phrixus's hands.
"Phrixus! This is no place to be showing off your powers!" George warningly informs, readying his own powers to stop Phrixus, "Just…put your wings away and-"
"Ha! Make me," Phrixus challenges, flying higher. George's neck turned facing the park's direction and through the trees did George see Emma coming closer and closer to where they were. George muttered incoherently to himself letting his own wings spread out and followed Phrixus into the air.
"What happened over the weeks, Phrixus?" George questions, unconsciously knitting his eye brows together, "It's like the Overworld has changed your entire being."
"You are very observant, George," Phrixus float closer to the angel, slowly closing the space between them till they were inches apart, "But this is the person that Emma has come to know…and love," Phrixus slyly finishes, giving back George's personal space. Phrixus's words were all that was needed to push George's last buttons. Anger towards the fallen angel in front of him rose rapidly. And, in result, George threw a bright and forceful blast of wind at Phrixus, landing right in his gut, pushing the fallen one back a few feet still in the air. Phrixus's head bent down towards the ground, his feet in front of him for the time, and his arms hugging about his stomach from the unexpected pain.
Phrixus's eyes peered up towards George, an angry fire burning in his eyes. With a huff to himself, Phrixus regained his composure and prepared a bigger, darker blast with his hands. This one though, like the fire in Phrixus's eyes, there was a small flame inside the shadow ball. His arms pulled back, and he flanged the ball out with all his might! Just as Phrixus had hoped, the shadow ball collided with George's left wing, as George had almost escaped the blast but wasn't quick enough.
All George could do was yelp once but loudly in pain, as he fell from the sky down near to a cliff area. George knew it wasn't just wind and a small flame that hit him…but something else along with it. Phrixus, with almost a victory smile on his face, gently flew down to where he was in front of where George lied, carefully stroking his injured wing. Noticing a shadow covering over him, George looked up to see Phrixus's satisfied face.
"Oh, George," Phrixus says with fake pity, "what a predicament have I set you in?"
"What are you doing?! You realize that you didn't have to talk and fight with me in the first place," George backs up still on the grass using his hand and feet, as Phrixus drew closer at the same pace George was going at.
"I'm doing what I always wanted to do to all of those darn superiors, but…I guess only one of them would do," Phrixus shrugs his shoulders, "Goodbye, George," he finished with much venom in his voice before he pushes George…down the cliff…
A/N: Now, now, I know what you are feeling right now. I will make a deal: no pitchforks against me if I can get the next part out in 2-3 days!
Yes? Ok, thanks for sparing me!
~Emily HSMC
