Chapter I
Story inspiration: ShaDeu4 & be happy50
The first thing I see when I awaken is the nerdiness of my brother's face, his face too close to mine for me to possibly feel comfortable. His behaviour irritated me - he was always too enthusiastic and eager, like a puppy wishing for attention from his owner.
"What do you want, Caleb?" I ask, somewhat politely as I try my best not to growl at him. Wrinkles crease his forehead as he smiles, a bit too sweet for my liking.
"Get up! Today's the day!" Realisation suddenly hits me and I suddenly shoot myself upwards, a bit too quickly according to Caleb considering I result in him falling onto the floor, head first; he's right, today's the day.
My name's Tris Prior, and, basically, there's no other way to conclude it - I'm an angel. My family and I live in heaven among other angels and commit our lives to protecting humans from the ferocious devils we're constantly warned to keep our distance from.
However - today, I will meet them for the first time.
Caleb's laugher radiates around the room, making me instantly feel nauseous. "Someone's excited about going to Earth today! I haven't seen you get up in 1.8323 seconds for approximately three years!"
That's another thing about Caleb; he's too erudite for everyone else's liking.
I smile back at him, feeling my cheeks stretch as I lie back at him smoothly. "Everyone's excited about their first day on Earth! We'll be able to become full angels and start to protect humans!"
I'm fully aware that I need to stop lying; my mother has warned me countless times that when I go down to earth, my training to become a full angel will truly begin and my halo will portray the lies I constantly have a habit of telling.
That's the problem; I've never possessed goodness inside me, meaning I find it agonisingly hard and painful to even do anything my brother does ever so naturally. I know that I'm not cut out to be an angel, but, if I don't act like one throughout the next six weeks I will die.
Racing to my wardrobe, I allow myself to get ready for the six weeks ahead. Luckily enough, we're not permitted to consistently wear white until we're a full angel, so my wardrobe is an array of as dark colours I can get away with; I feel as if light colours are too sombre, darker colours tell more of a story. In earth, I'll even be allowed to wear black; even though we'll be influencing a certain human, they can't know our true identities.
Packing an abundance of blue, cream and grey tops - the excitement weaves through me; by time I go down to greet my mother, father and brother a quiet hum is escaping my lips, radiating my positivity about the day.
"Beatrice, you sure are in a good mood today!" My mother chirps, a slight sing in her voice while preparing dinner; usually, Caleb and I would prepare breakfast, but today is a rare occasion. I recoil at the mention of my name - Beatrice is the name for someone somewhat innocent, peaceful - the complete opposite of my true nature.
"I'm just happy to be visiting earth," I tell her, a somewhat snap in my tone.
"Beatrice," she frowns, a concerned frown slowly appearing on her face. "Be careful; you know the consequences of your attitude."
I sigh, "I know, mother."
Smiling, she puts her hands on my shoulders as a sign of reassurance. "I'm sure you'll be fine; you're not the first confused teen I've met."
I smile, hoping she's correct - perhaps there's still a chance for me.
Deep down, though, I know that there's no angel inside of me and I'll have to play pretend the next six weeks.
"I'm still worried about them, Natalie - he's going to be there." My father interrupts, caution in his voice.
"What do you mean?" I frown, curious of what my father's bothering himself over.
My mother sighs, as if she's had to explain this a hundred times before. Knowing my father's panic, it is likely she has. "Four is going to be on earth the same time as you two, doing devil training."
Four Eaton, son of head devil Marcus Eaton and head devil in training, is a forced not to be reckoned with. All angels fear his power, although it humours me that no angel's actually ever met him considering he's leaving hell for the first time today.
A laugh escapes my lips, causing the toast in my throat to almost block my airways.
"Oh no, the almighty Four that no one has actually met," I mumble, sarcasm dripping from my voice as I fiddle with my nails innocently.
My father's pupils dilate; "He's dangerous, Beatrice; he may have the capability of even destroying an angel."
A chorus of silence passes through the room as we complete our meal; I struggle to understand how angels know about Four's danger, but he is yet to leave hell. I check that my entire remaining luggage is in my suitcase and prepare myself to leave.
"Be careful, Beatrice!" Mother says, the twitch in her eyes connoting the fact she's about to cry.
"Good luck, we love you both" Father adds, walking up to mother and squeezing her hand in support.
"Goodbye mother, father!" Caleb announces, a mixture of sadness and excitement in his tone.
"Bye, I mumble, stepping outside the door without looking back.
The woman who introduces us to earth and the houses we'll all be staying in the upcoming six weeks irritates me; the fact that she's an angel is blatantly obvious in both her tone and fully white clothing. I restrain myself from making comments, however - an achievement I've failed to be rewarded with in months.
An array of large houses were nestled in a secret location in approximately Des Moines, America; the street consists of possibly thirty houses, all containing large four bedrooms containing six beds. There are hundreds of angels undergoing training; we all had to fit in somewhere.
"Under no circumstances do you go onto the next road to your right, ever," the woman, Sally, warns - her tone more worried than intimidating as she begins to fiddle with her evermore sweating hands. "The training devils are on that road."
Distracting herself, she begins to go around, one by one, telling us our assigned schools, houses and roommates. When she gets to me, my attention span is rapidly decreased, and all I can possibly remember is that I go to a school a five minute bus drive from here, house 24 and that one of my five roommates is Christina, one of the two angels I can bring myself to talk to; her hyper ness and energy is so impossibly loud that it sometimes humours me, yet sometimes makes me want to put my hands around her neck and watch the life run out of her cheeks.
However, I'm supposed to act like an angel now - I shouldn't allow those thoughts to even conjure in my brain.
I sigh, putting two hands forcibly on my head in agitation; acting as an angel is going to be harder than I thought.
As soon as we're told all our houses and school locations, we're forced to go to bed and get plenty of rest for the morning; I just about hear the other introductions of my other roommates - Myra, Susan, Zoe and Molly, - before I let the darkness consume me.
"Beatrice! Wake up!" I hear someone - presumably Christina, chirp. I contemplate staying in bed before I feel a soft object hit my face and an echo of giggles erupt around the room.
"Hurry; the bus comes in fifteen minutes!" Susan warns, chucking something else at me.
Jumping out of bed, now fully aware of the little time I have - I chuck on the clothes Susan gave me, quickly apply some eyeliner and make my way down to the bus stop.
"Not a morning person, are you?" Christina asks, laughter in her tone. I shake my head, diverting my attention away from her and onto the change I received for my bus fare. Money always interested me - there was no requirement for it in heaven; as long as we worked hard, we received everything we wished; I never received anything I wanted.
"The fact that we're using money feels wrong, doesn't it?" Molly, another roommate speaks up. "I'd rather work for it."
Then, something peculiar happens; Molly receives her first mark.
Throughout the six weeks, we'll be required to try and do fifty things which signifies our training of becoming an angel; the average marks achieved is thirty-nine, all going up your arm in a straight line. The number or marks you get determines which jobs you'll be applicable to when you go back to heaven.
All I hear on the journey to school is congratulations to Molly, and how happy everyone is that she's received her mark, but all I can do is panic. What if I don't even receive one mark? What if I die in a matter of weeks?
I quickly put the thoughts behind me as we pull up in the school; I can do this. I can get marks. I'm not going to die.
The excitement and confidence runs through me as me enter the school; there's multiple buildings, and I make a mental note to get a map later so I can memorise where I'm going.
"Look where you're going, Christina!" I hear someone, Myra, warn. I look over immediately to see Christina bumping into a tall, black-clothed figure with a cluster of other black-clothed figures behind him; devils.
A smirk appears on his face as he evaluates the rest of us, as if somehow he knows we're angels. Something inside me feels compelled to him - as if in an extreme circumstance I know him, yet I've never met him face to face before.
"Got your head in the clouds, angel?" He addresses Christina, the positivity on his face clear he's proud of the comment he just mustered.
"Oh, Four!" Another dark haired devil said, flaunting herself all over his body. This, obviously was yet another clear insult to us - angels weren't allowed physical contact until their parents approved of the relationship; ever.
So - the almighty Four was attending the same school as I; I'm not surprised it's him with such dark, blue eyes and a look of authority which urged me to slap him in the face. His intimidation powers were clearly working - the other angels were all trembling. Four Eaton, son of the head devil, was here, in front of them. I should be shaking, too, but I'm not.
Once again, Four laughs, tipping his head back. "Cat got your tongue, angels? Oh, I'm so sorry to have frightened all of you." As the cluster of devils behind him laugh and a mark appears on all the angels arms, his eyes scan to mine. "Except from you."
I shrug, "Perhaps you don't scare me."
Walking towards me slowly, his smirk is so wide I'm surprised his face is yet to snap. I feel all the other angel's eyes on mine, fearing what's yet to happen for me; I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid."
"Is that so?" He asks, his voice suddenly growing deeper. I feel a hand force itself onto my arm and a gasp escapes my lips unwillingly. I'm about to snap at him, asking what he possibly thinks he's doing when an unbearable burning pain runs up my arm, pain coursing through my veins so strong I fall to the ground, a scream escaping my lips.
Four smiles, looking at my arm as if an achievement. "You've got your first mark, Angel."
The last thing I see before I close my eyes is him walking away, a malicious laugh escaping his lips.
Helloo!
First of all - I apologize for the chopiness of this story, I've never written anything supernatural before xD.
I hope you guys liked it! I wanted to try something new for a change - my main focus is Grey to Black, and the next chapter is underway, don't worry, but I decided I want another story to write at the same time.. so..
I'm really excited to see how this plays out! Please tell me what you think;D