-1Author's note
Just a little one-shot to keep my skills sharpened, by the way I don't own any of these characters.
When I awoke I was shocked to find myself alive. I had fully intended for the helicopter crash to end my now meaningless life. What could I possibly live for now? Now that I had lost everything in those tunnels. Those tunnels...there was no hatred nor was there any feasible reason behind their actions. They just killed for the twisted pleasure of holding another living beings life in their hands, and for the sick satisfaction of ending that life.
It's funny, I should feel anger, or vengeance, or...or...something, but I don't. I just feel numb, and empty. When they took my wings from me down there I didn't just lose a part of my body, I lost a part of myself. I self I can never recover. What kind of angel doesn't have wings? How can I live knowing that I'll never fly again? The Professor, Jean, and the others tried to be supportive, but how could they possibly understand?
They can't even dream of the ecstasy I felt soaring above the clouds. Soaring above the mundane predictable world, soaring above the hatred, the bigotry, the lies. Most people don't realize that despite what material success they have found in life, they are still shackled by the limitations of man. Not I. I was the wind, I went wherever my wings took me. I have been places, man with his pitiable intellect could not even dream of. Where the earth rose up and meets the sky, I have been there, where even the birds don't soar, I have been there, where heaven reaches down and smiles on us, I have been there. And ...now I shall never know that joy again.
At least that was my initial assumption. He came to me bearing grisly tidings in my time of need. Telling me that I could be whole again, he offered me a place as one of his servants, one of his horsemen. Only hearing that I could be me again I greedily accepted, not caring the consequences. I gave myself to the darkness, I gave myself to my new lord, I gave myself to Apocalypse.
He kept his word. Apocalypse gave me what I thought I desired. I had thought that if I had wings again I would be whole, complete. But when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a monster, a freak, an abomination. Ironic I had thought, all the things society had thought of me at one point or another. Hating myself, and Apocalypse for doing this to me I ran away ,I flew. And for the first time in my life flying didn't bring me freedom. All it brought me was shame, pain, and regret. For I was no longer, Warren Worthington the Avenging Angel. I was Archangel one of the four horsemen, The Angel of Death.
So what'dya think, that was just a little exercise to see how well I could capture the internal struggle that is Angel, let me know I how I did. Till then peace.