I'm no angel. I can feel the blood of the city pulse through my veins. The screams for more echoing in my ears. I bring fear to those who cross me. I can't seem to remember my name. I go by something else now. I am a curse that is uttered in the darkest of places.
Broken. I am so beyond repair it's almost sickening. I watch the creepers drag their polluted claws over the dark pavement as they go after their prey.
The rain is crashing down around me, like a wave breaking from the heavens. I come alive in the rain. My tattoos ache for the sweet release that comes with every crystalline drop. My deep maroon hair is plastered against my scarred back.
And I watch. I just keep watching the demons and the nasty course through this city I've become a part of. I am forever bound to the shadows of this place, banned from the light. A droplet caresses my nose ring, leaving behind a tickled feeling.
Who am I? I am a women. Or a girl. I think. I live in the old rundown church, far above the steeples, near the bell tower. I have a makeshift bed, and a job not worth having. But that's how I survive. On the brink of society.
What am I?
I'm an hybrid. Damned from any sense of normalcy.
My name is Angel. And I'm here for revenge.