AN : Hi again :D As you will see, I am re-writing this story because, let's face it, the old one was crappy. But now, the main character is Michael and we still have my OC Rachel.
Nothing related to the movie Legion belongs to me, only my character Rachel.
Cheers and sorry for the long, long delay :D
God created the galaxy, the Earth and the stars. He also created his most adored sons: the angels. The Archangels were the first. Michael, Raphael, Gabriel and Uriel. Then He created her, Rachel, the most cherished daughter of the Lord, right after Michael and Gabriel.
Rachel was fair in complexion, dark hair and mysterious brown eyes. She was loved by all, but loved only one. The one that barely spare a glance at her. Thousands of years she waited for a sign, until the day it all began to change in Heaven.
- How did the meeting go, brother? - She asked Michael, who had a frown on his forehead, an unusual splay of emotion in his face.
- It went well enough Rachel. - answered Gabriel instead, who was walking right beside Michael - Why weren't you there?
Rachel looked up at him, that was at least 3 inches taller than her . Getting her hair from her face, she answered in a tone that sounded cold, even to her own ears.
- I did not see the point. My opinion would be cast aside, as it always is.
- Our father has already made his decision. The child has to die.
- You cannot murder an innocent child!
Gabriel sighed.
- It is an order from our Father. We must obey.
- I will not be a part of it. - Rachel clamed, turning her back on both of them.
That was the perfect time for Michael to step in the conversation - Neither will I.
- Brother - she looked at him, tears in her eyes that were full of gratitude - Thank you.
She saw Gabriel blanch and took a step back.
- Are you both defying the will of our Father? You must be mad if you think you van do anything against it, especially you Rachel. You're female, a weaker link in our lineage. A mistake!
Rachel leaned in the wall, for support. She could not believe what she had just heard. Gabriel thought she was just a weak female, the weaker link in the chain of their family? A controlled fury overwhelmed her, spreading mostly to her tongue when she dared answer him.
- Listen to whatever words I will say Gabriel, because they are the last ones you will ever hear from me. - she paused, her voice trembling with disdain. - I am Rachel, an Archangel created by the One who created you, Michael, Raphael and Uriel. I may be a female, I may be weaker than most of you, but hear what I say, - she glanced at Gabriel, who stood silently next to a smiling Michael. She knew her eyes turned a shade darker when she spoke her last words. - You will not harm a innocent child, not if I am alive to prevent it and I will make sure I will live Through this all.
She turned on her heels and walked away, leaving a dumbfounded Archangel and a pensive one behind.
Placing a hand in her chest, to calm her racing heart, she went to the only place she could feel safe. Approaching the balcony, from where the Earth could be seen, she glanced down, a sad smile adorning her lips.
The Earth, she thought, the one place she had to go to help the still unborn child and it's mother. She felt a hand grasping her shoulder and sighed, sensing Michael behind her.
- So you have decided... - he whispered, seeing pain in her timeless brown depths. She nodded quietly and he stood up, almost forcing her to stand up with him. Climbing to the edge of the balcony, he looked again at her face and squeezed her fingers lightly.
- We are doing his together, no matter what; I will stand by your side sister.
Rachel squeezed back his hand and smiled gently, sudden warmth invading her, filing her with hope.
They jumped, both of them not allowing their wings to unfold. She closed her eyes, feeling the cold hair biting at her skin, a sinking weight at the pit of her stomach, a piercing scream tearing her throat when they landed hard in a deserted road. Rachel tried to sit up, her prominent cheek coloring with the effort of doing so, watching in awe as Michael cut his wings and halo, his teeth shattering with pain.
An immensely strong hand grasped her shoulder and she gulped with anticipation.
- Do it quickly- she whispered , again closing her eyes. He too stared at her, for a long time before lowering the dagger to her wings. He felt her tremble but no sound came from her mouth and he admired her for it.
The pain was almost unbearable and Rachel could feel every cut and every slash, her nails digging deeper into the skin of her tight when the other angel suddenly stopped.
Michael stood up and she gripped his arm, leaning against his arm as she got to her feet, swaying slightly. It was already night, she noticed, a cold one. She leaned further into Michael's embrace and blushed when he rubbed his hands over her own arms, to keep her warm, comforting her.
- What is keeping you so silent? - he asked when they went near some kind of store that Rachel could not quite decipher, in the chaotic street. She chuckled lowly at the question, earning a surprised look from him.
- How do humans say it? – She smirked and tried to straighten up – My back is killing me.
- Indeed… - he murmured, only to himself, after breaking a window and taking whatever he needed from the store.
A shudder went through Rachel's body when she saw the needle and thread.
- What, in the name of God, are you planning to do with that? – she asked, clenching her teeth when he started sewing his wounds. A wave of nausea invaded her and she turned her head to the side, refusing to even watch the bloody display, refusing to do to her body what he was doing to his.
Rachel watched him warily as they entered the car. Finally accepting a bottle with strange pills inside that he said would placate her pain.
- I sure hope you know what you are doing. – he said to her while driving through the chaos.
- And I sure hope you know where we are going… - she paused, looking at the window - because I certainly do not.