A Reason To Fall

The sky was dark, full of shadowy clouds.

Sophia stepped through the darkening town, head covered by her hood, avoiding eye contact with anyone- it was dangerous this time of night.

Thankfully, she made it back to her house in the middle of nowhere without any complications or attacks.

She trudged up the stairs, pulling both coat and hoodie of as she went, slinging them on the railing, heading to the bathroom. She stared at her reflection- those dark sapphire eyes looked so tired nowadays, her dark brown hair looking lank it seemed.

Sophia sighed, turning away and pulling on her P.J's as she did so, picking up the remote in her room and turning it on.

She didn't know why- it was more like the Apocalypse nowadays. Then again, she knew it was very possible. She glanced at the window for a second, then walked over to the bed and knelt down and reached under, pulling a cold metal case out.

Sophia picked it up and set it down on her dark golden covers, staring at it for a second, then opening it.

She sighed- it had been nearly a year since she'd given up hunting. She pulled her journal out, flicking through it.

Her heart sank as she saw the photo with her family...

Gone... all gone. Just because she was a hunter.

So she'd quit and settled into a life alone; a nice little secluded house in the middle of no where, somewhere quiet... it all worked out.

But, just as she was putting the case of her memories hunting, an explosion rocked the air, making the windows violently as if in a high wind. A blast of bright white light lit up the room, originating from the garden.

Sophia, out of years experience, grabbed the shotgun under her bed and walked down the stairs, gun cocked and ready for anything, her hunters instincts kicking in.

She placed a hand on the back door, taking a deep breath, trying not to feel afraid... then she yanked it open and poked the gun out, torch on top, grabbed at the last minuet from the side of the kitchen surface.

Outside, the glare had faded and wasn't visible no longer, But, just then, the torch light hit something; a shoe. Sophia's eyes widened as she saw the man lying on the floor. She frowned as she saw the light smoke coming from him. Sophia shined the light over him now, and stepped back in shock.

This man, whoever he was... had wings, angel wings burned into the grass, and on closer inspection, saw that he had a gash in his chest- it looked pretty deep too.

He'd been stabbed or something. But-? They were miles from help, and her phone wasn't working. Great (!) Freaky assed man with... angel wings-? On her lawn...

There was nothing else for it...

She sighed and bent down, trying to estimate just how heavy the guy was. He didn't look too heavy, so she groaned and picked him up, taking great care; Sophia knew very well that you shouldn't move people with injuries like this. But-? Leave him out here? What kind of monster was she?

Inside, she put him down on the sofa, then stepped away, eyes narrowed- what if-? She quickly ran to a tap and poured some water, swiftly blessing it, then put a little on the man.

No reaction, he wasn't a demon, but she still flicked some salt at him, again, nothing.

Then Sophia cocked her head- she was going to have to do something about that gash, it was pretty deep. The guy was alive, as far as she could tell, his chest rose and fell at irregular intervals.

She sighed, then nipped into the kitchen, then picked up the first aid kit and walked back to the guy. Now he was in the light, his hair was brown with a hint of blonde. There was no idea to figure out his eye color, for his eyes were closed. His skin looked pale against the dark chocolate color of the leather sofa.

Sophia sighed, then opened the medical kit, looking around inside with a trained eye- she had, on numerous occasions, looked after her fellow hunters. She pulled up his shirt so it revealed the true extent of the wound- hell did it look deep! Her eyes widened.

How the hell did the guy survive-? Was he really an angel (?)

With great care, Sophia Blackburn cleaned the blood out the gash, then sewed it up, finishing of neatly so that only a thin line of stitches remained.

Now the only thing she could do was wait until he woke up.

If, he woke up...

After months of insistent nagging from my friends and sister... they've made me put this up- the original story that was going to be instead of Help-Archangel. The chapters have already been written, so whay! Enjoy! Next up soon X Nic

(Damn you Jayne!:P)