Waiting
By An Angel's Wings
A/N: A one-shot unlike most of my others. It's actually quite weird. It doesn't revolve around the main characters, but merely observes. The POV is unique too, but I won't go into detail. The structure is pretty weird too…ah well, enjoy.
I could watch the time pass by.
A sole wind down this dark purgatory, the one thing I found significant enough to keep and eye on.
At times, I lose track, but it doesn't matter when you're counting for eternity.
A second or two isn't necessary.
Well, counting, waiting, is the only thing I exist for. Waiting. Waiting.
I remember the various occasions of humans opening the gate, my resting place.
They often screamed, a horrible sound that scraped at my existence.
Clawing at the darkness as it echoed into nothing. Just as they would.
One in particular, struck me as amusing. I usually ignore them, their screams and pleads.
There's nothing I can do to help them. No reason for me too.
Just like all the others, this one's voice broke down the silence.
All I heard before the gate closed was that noise, as the other entities like me--surplus existences--hurried back into the dark cradle of the gate.
Then, to my surprise, the same human returned again. He was bleeding.
Again, the darkness around me congealed, and the small forms, the gate's children, all like me, filed out to grab him.
He struggled, tossing his head up to scream, and again the children missed their chance as they rushed back into the darkness.
But the human returned a third time.
Passing directly through us, no chance for the children to grab him. As soon as he returned, he pushed the gate open to his release. No more chances.
Then, he died.
We all saw his soul float to the gate's doors. Passive, and unresponsive. Readying for Heaven, Hell, or to join us, The Waiting.
Alas, the gate ended up giving him a chance at life. A second chance at living.
During the time, I only observed, but now I saw what it was the other children were after.
What it was they so courageously slinked out from the gate to retrieve.
And in the end, I joined them, because we are greedy things.
We want more. We don't like waiting. We loath it.
We want freedom.
We want meaning.
We want life.
We want death.
Fin.
In case there was a confusion, it was Ed they were talking about. :-)
--An Angel's Wings