Prologue
Darkness. That was all I saw. Trapped in a black pit of my own despair. All I heard were the cries of the lost souls that were damned to this place. Wait. Where is this place exactly? Maybe this is Hell. That's the most reasonable explanation.
I tried to open my eyes, but they would not budge. What's wrong with me? I tried to move my hands, but they were bound tightly together with rope, along with my feet. What in the world is going on? I tried to think of how I got here in the first place, but I came up with nothing. No memories of how I got here, no solution of how I'm going to get out.
Perrie is my name. I know about that much. Although, there's a picture of a boy with golden white wings and olive skin. He looked like a Greek god. His dark brown hair looked soft to the touch and his green eyes were soft like the feeling of grass touching my toes. I could tell by the way his black t-shirt clung very tightly against his body that he was very fit and muscular.
Gabriel.
I gasped. That was his name. It somehow fit him and his image. All too suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps of what could only be man enter the room. I felt a sharp prick on my arm like I was getting stung by a bee. They're sedating me. What for, though? I'm completely harmless. What makes them fear me so much?
I'm getting tired. I'm trying to move against my restraints. Trying to break free, but I realized that the only part of my body that I could move was my lips. Right before I succumbed to the darkness once more, the name of the angel boy left my lips in a silent, desperate whisper.
"Gabriel."
