Your choices will change the world. An echo of something someone told me long, long ago. Now I look on an empty burning world. I did this? I remember the battles, the fighting, how we would get flung across the battlefield and then we would continue fighting like our veins were filled with Holy water and our spirit made of salt. We won some and lost some. Our target, Crowley, would just sit in this home and laugh as we tried and tried. It was harder fighting without our wings. Our leader, whom I am not allowed to name, he just watched. His face never showed more than his single most emotion, anger.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Metatron~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm falling! My eyes closed shut. My back burning. MY WINGS! I crash land. My vessel pounding, hurting?! My eyes darken...
Beeping sounds. Muffled voices. Warmth however. I darken out again...
It feels like seconds. My finger twitches.
I hear a muffled voice. Something about waking up. My face feels dampened. My eyes feel moist. Voices clearer.
"Miss? Can you hear me?" A male human asks. As much as I try, I cannot force my vessel to reply. I make a movement in my throat, what they would call a groan.
"I think she can," The male says, "Miss, can you blink?" I twitch my eyelids.
"Good, can you blink twice for yes and once for no?" he requests. Ugh, this is getting tedious. I twitch my eyelids twice.
After rigorous questioning, I was exhausted. As I attempt to open my eyes, I see a bright, bright light. It causes my vessels head to hurt. I force my eyes open anyway, and I immediately know where I am. My vessel was still too exhausted to attempt anything else. I fall back into my slumber.
Days and days pass. I manage more and more out of my vessel. I try to try the human that was once occupying this vessel, only to find that she had been dead for quite sometime. Her coffin had a rope through it that was tied to my vessels wrist. It was OLD. I guess my vibrations started ringing the bell at the top of the rope and a few humans took notice and dug me up. I would assume that I looked more human than pure skeleton, because they called for an ambulance.
With my vessel finally fully functional, the Police came with questions. I play like I have amnesia, mostly because I invented it. After not being able to identify me in any database and deciding that my accent was definitely American, they let me choose my won name. I go with Mary, Mary Rebekah Simmons. After all, I should have my Angelic name in there somewhere. Five months after crashing, I make my trial on the human world. My grace is humming. I decide to turn on Angel Radio. Silence. I send out a ping to the nearest angel. As I await an answer, I wonder how I'll survive. I have no currency, no quarters, nothing; and apparently no help either. I begin to walk. I start to miss my wings.
My legs begin to ache as I send another ping on Angel Radio. I start concentrating on what happened up at what I once called Home.
Guarding Naomi's office door, I heard Castiel and Metatron talking to her in muffled voices. A flap of wings and it's just the voices of Naomi and Metatron. Naomi's Obedience drill powers on. Naomi is screaming. Her drill powers down. I'm scared, but i abide my orders of not letting anyone through the doors. [In hindsight, I wasn't too smart about that] Castiel returns, Metatron's muffled voice again. A bright blue light, Castiel's grace. Something loud about a spell, then falling...
My wings burn slightly at the memory. I send the memory on full ping to every angel except Metatron.
Liar. I get a ping..Castiel did this. I get other pings defending me. Everyone is split down the middle. I receive a private ping. Meet me at this address. He pings an address to me.