Hello again! Welcome back-I know I've been gone for longer than I promised. But I got my inspiration back and here we are! Again I'm am so so sorry for the wait-but thankfully the new season preimered not too long ago if you're reading this. So thanks a lot for sticking with me even through the wait-anyway-reminder! I don't own Dominion or anything related to Dominion. I only own my O.C's. So I'll see you at the end-sit back, relax and enjoy the read-cupcakekiller12
The murmurs of Gabriel being held within the walls of Vega had spread all across the city. To the lowly V0s' and the V1's huddled in the tunnels-to the V5's and V6's in their fancy mansions. As much as I wish I could say that it's true…it is. Unfortunately we are housing the most dangerous person-sorry-no he doesn't deserve to have that title. We are housing the most dangerous thing on this earth right now.
And they want him to keep living?
How many people has he killed?
How many families have been separated because of his army of monsters?
How many more children have to be orphaned before they see that he is a threat to not just Vega-but the human race as a whole? Or at least what is left of it.
But even though he is here and we have this chance…something isn't right. No one hands over themselves willing like that. Especially someone like him, he's twisted and manipulative. He tells lies to get people do his dirty work for him. I don't know how people trust a snake like him-how does that saying go again? Never trust of fox-what ever it is…I can't believe people believe his crap. He's a murder. He's a back stabbing ass of an angel-I don't care if he's Michael's brother. He's a monster and nothing more.
"What are you thinking about?" Joseph wondered as he fixed the engine beside me.
"That monster we have in a glass cage." I informed, "Can't believe they let him in the walls."
Joseph shrugged uncaringly, "He's guarded, and we have Michael. I'm pretty sure they'll be able to take care of him."
I don't want him to be 'taken care of'.
I want him dead.
I want to see his body burned.
I want to see him suffer like my parents did.
But it doesn't matter what I want, it doesn't matter what I need. I don't make the rules, hell I don't even enforce the-but if they don't kill him-I will. I swear to God…not that he's listening anyway-I'll slit his neck in his sleep.
"Besides," Joseph pointed out, "we've got him locked up-what could go wrong."
"Something always does," I stated as I pushed myself out from under the armored car, "and knowing our luck-you probably just jinxed us."
Then our supervisor, Sergeant Lannen…my friend, came to informed me of something, "Hey-you're Charlie right?"
I nodded, "Yes, sir,"
I didn't like talking to him like he was my superior. I know in army terms he is-but we used to be friends and technically we still are-he just doesn't know.
"You've been assigned to Ambassador Lilac." He informed.
Holding my chuckled in I nodded again, "Yes sir-I'll be there in a moment."
My mother has taken it upon herself to make up for the last 24 year; not that I'm not thrilled to have her back, but I had a mother. She saw all of my 'firsts', my first walk, laugh, tear, trip, gun shot-yeah…long story. But anyway, Katie was just there and it didn't matter to me that she wasn't my real mom; but I couldn't imagine living my life without her.
"Hey Ambas-"
"Janet," my mother stated, "there is no need for honors here. I am your mother."
I shrugged, "Yes mother,"
She smiled as she walked in the market, "Did you see the wedding?"
"No," I pointed out, "I wasn't invited…Alex was though."
"You miss him, don't you?" Lilac informed, "Were you two close?"
"Yeah," I sighed thinking back my first few years here, "he's like a brother to me."
Alex was at first a pain killer and a time waster. He gave me something to believe in and allowed me to forget. Then after a few things, he just became family. Part of me wants to say it was because he reminded me of Jacob in a few ways and that I was using him to fill the void that he left in my heart. The other part of me says if blood wasn't in the equation, he would be my brother. Forever and then another, he was just always there, sure not all the time and at some points he went away and we had radio silence-but he was always happy to see him, and I was happy to bump into him on the street.
"Why don't you tell him you're alive?" Lilac wondered as we walked down the crowded streets of the V4's in Vega, everyone here was dressed up like they always were. Everyone clad in satin, velvet, and refined jewels saw nothing new, in fact they seemed not care what was inside the market this day. They stuck their snobby nose up and walked away as they saw that what they wanted-but not needed was gone, "I'm sure he would be happy that you're alive."
"But then he wouldn't trust me," I thought, "I've known Alex for a long time-he tends to act before he thinks." Many of times I've been the one to guide his itching hand the trigger to stop him from doing something he'll regret. Sure, I've sometimes been a bit reckless…ok I've been reckless-alright-yes I've been very reckless these past few months or so. But lets be honest here-I used to be fine, I had Lana, the inconstant Alex, and the tunnels of Vega. I used to be the most boring person on the planet and now I have a destiny and other stupid things that were just recently dumped on me. So I'm sorry that only after being dragged kicking and screaming here, that I've been a trouble maker.
"Sounds like the daughter I know-considering how many times you've died and almost died in the past few weeks," Lilac chuckled, "and how many times you managed to get buried when you were a child." But then she sighed as she looked at a dark blue dress, "But I suppose that is my fault isn't it, a child of death is always a piece of trouble."
Not even going to question it-I've had enough of gods and angels to be honest. I honestly don't care anymore-as long as they are far away from me-I won't kill them. Except for Michael…Michael is the exception, "So what are we doing at the fashion market?"
"Janet," Lilac said softly so that only she I could hear her voice, "you've been wearing the same uniform ever since before I got here- I think it is time for you to get some real cloths."
"I've spent more time in the hospital then I've spent working." I pointed out.
"Yes, you looked so cute and vulnerable." Lilac informed as she gracefully walked ahead of me. Oh good lord she was perfect, so effortless and amazing.
Her dark hair was no longer flowing down her hair like dark rivers of chocolate. It was braided like a crown on her head, like a queen she walked with purpose and confidence. But she also knew she was important and respected so her posture was flawless just like her fair complexion. Her melting amber eyes could seduce any man or woman, along with her beautifully figured body. I could make some similarities from her to me, our high cheek bones and dainty noses singled to me that we were related. We both were almost the same height, she was 5'8, I was 5'9, and my father was over six feet tall. I remember when I was little looking up at him. He was a giant, a tower, a skyscraper reaching out and touching the blue sky and shaping the white clouds and forming them into shapes.
"Why don't you try this one?" Lilac offered handing me a long flowing blue dress that didn't just touch the ground but pooled at my feet as it laid in my arms. It was very pretty, almost had a sparkle to it. In the sun it shimmered like a liquid jewel put into fabric. I couldn't refuse my mother, she was trying to make for missing my childhood like I said before…but I won't ruin he evening because she wants to see her daughter dress up.
I sighed but gave her a warm smile I picked up the dress from dragging on the ground and picking up dirt. Her radiant smile followed mine as I went into one of the changing booths. The dress was simple to put on, it was a slip on, no pesky zipper, or buttons, and there was no need for help either. In the small closed off closet of a changing room there was a long cracked mirror to show what the wearer was currently in and if it suited them or not.
I wouldn't usually classify myself as pretty. I'm a soldier, not a princess. No one has told me in a long time that beauty matter, all that mattered was money, power, and enough food on the imaginary table we want. Alex once blurted it out red faced on time when we went out star gazing. I guess it was the angle was right and the slight lighting from the room made him think I was kinda cute. But this dress…oh this dress was perfect…what was that story my mother told me? Cinderella-the one with the princess and the prince, the blue dress and the ball, the one with the fairy grandmother…the ugly stepsisters and the evil step mother or was it the one with the pin wheel and Aurora? Was it the one with the seven dwarves and the poison apple and the mirror? All those stories…no one believed in them anymore, no one believes in magic anymore, nobody likes princesses or princes…no one believed in happy endings anymore.
But in this dress…I felt like Cinderella going to ball or sleeping beauty waking up from deep long sleep after being kissed by my prince. The dress's soft, shiny blue fabric covered my arms and a collar shielded the back and the sides of my neck from showing the dark tattoos. The azure dress was in one word…magical. It was a cross between a ball gown and an a-line almost-but not a huge, a small bubble formed around my waist but was hugged my body in way no other article of clothing I have ever worn.
A real, thankful, amazed smile appeared on my face but I couldn't manage to wipe it off. The princess like dress just gave me such happiness that I didn't even remember I had someone waiting outside to see me, "Janet," my mother said softly as she knocked on the wooden door-which didn't even have lock-and continued, "are you ok?"
Opening the door I looked at her, "Yeah," my mother's fair face smiled as she took my arm and stood in front of a larger mirror. Her amber eyes were filled joy and amusement as she examined the way I was dressed.
"You look enchanting Janet." She said as she stood next to me, "Like a princess," then her hand reached into her bag and continued, "But what is a princess without her crown?" Oh no, no she can't do this? I'm on duty-what is Alex sees me or one of my superiors or even worse…Michael-I'd never live this down! My mother placed the tiara on my head and the jewels sparkled in the direct sunlight.
The small crown was intricately designed with small wires of gold, a rose gold shade, and some brown and silver strands winding in and out creating a masterful design. Hidden in the wires were glistening white diamonds that shined the sunlight streaming down, "Mom," I gasped but it was a slight sigh as I took it off my head, "I can't take this. I'm not a princess-I'm a solider who can barely stay out of trouble for a day."
"Well, you are my daughter," she chuckled, "when I was your age-I could save the world, be killed, and back home in time for dinner with your father." I loved the way she could just laugh like as if it were yesterday. Not saying that I couldn't remember all the nights she would come and sing to me. On occasion she'd tell me stories-like Cinderella, Snow White-one time she read Alice in Wonderland to me. I loved the Mad Hatter-but right now I feel more like Alice. Alone in a strange world, I've met a few friends, lost a few, there is still a journey ahead that looks crazy and insane…but unlike Alice I don't have a 'real world' back to. This is my home-whether or not I want it to be.
"I can't wear this," I stated looking down at the beautiful dress, "I have to work and I'd actually feel guilty ruining this one."
"What if you didn't have to work?" Lilac wondered, "We could tell them that we're related-"
"No mom," I said quietly, "Janet Forest is dead to everyone in this city-"
"Except Michael," my mother pointed out with a slightly chuckle, "you have seemed to take a liking to him."
Michael
The name alone made my heart skip a beat; the thought of him sent a smile to my face. I could still feel the heat of his hands on my skin and the-
I felt my face go red as I looked away, "Yeah…I guess so." But I couldn't help but laugh as I girlishly brushed some hair behind my ear. Love was a mysterious feeling to me, I knew what it was like to love a parents or a friend, and I knew what it felt like to love a brother and what seemed like a daughter at some point. But love…I wasn't able to love anyone up until now-I had been closed off to the idea, I was scared and still terrified of the idea that I've handed over what is left of my broken heart to a man I barely know. Like what if our story is exactly like Romeo and Juliet? We fall in love too quickly and trust each other too fast, and then before we know it-we're killing ourselves so that one isn't alone in the afterlife.
I don't want our life to be normal. It probably won't ever be normal-considering he's said numerous times, 'this can never happen again', and as heart crushing as that was-I agreed. That was until I woke up in his bed…and yet again he said-'this can never happen again'. So I can't say it was just a one night stand because I can't stop thinking about him-God how cliché do I sound?
He's the drug in my system I just can't get out! He's the voice in my head telling me to stop and go-why can't he just shut up? I don't want to have my heart broken one more time. I can't have it broken one more time! But what kills me is that I can't tell that he feels the same way, he kisses me and I don't know if he loves me. His eyes are beautiful, they are-they are full of compassion and love-they are twisted with anger and revenge-but I never know what that love is directed at. Anger-yes, brothers, stupid humans like David Wheele.
"I see how you look at him," Lilac informed, "so enchanted and mesmerized-yet you hide it like as if he's poison."
He is, Michael is the poison that will kill me in the end.
"It's the rules." I pointed out.
"Like you ever cared for the rules," the ambassador chuckled, "you were always the one who twisted them and found loop holes around them. Your father had to be very careful on how he worded his orders. If he told you to clean your room you'd wait at least a month and then say 'well you never said when'."
I chuckled as I remembered those moments. "I'm not just looking after myself mother," I pointed out, "Michael has a reputation to look after. The council is already on his case with the angels hiding in Vega-if they figure out he's been with a human-"
"Part human," she corrected.
"Stop saying that," I accidentally said about loud.
"Why," my mother wondered, "it's the truth."
"I already have tattoos that are supposed to save the human race," I listed, "I've died-God knows how many time, and my friends think I'm dead." And I don't even know why! It's like having all the answers and none of the questions. It's similar to having every single book there ever was and will be and not being able to read. My whole life has been to complete this stupid quest and save humanity. If you haven't relized by now-I can barely save myself –I'm the damsel in distress currently at the moment (mostly my own doing…no villain I can really blame there)-how the hell am I going to save humanity if I can't stay out of deadly situations for twenty four hours?
"That's your fault," Lilac admitted, "You didn't have to die by an angel's hand."
"Well-gee-way to put it nicely mom," I muttered. She didn't have to be so blunt.
"Just being honest sweetie," she pointed out. As she did my receiver picked up a message.
"Charlie," a voice said, "You're needed by the Archangel." There was still static in the receiver, a clear sign of the age of the equipment. Even though Vega loves to brag about their engineering-they only supply the higher ups with the 'high tech'. But truthfully I was thankful that they interrupted my mother and I; don't get me wrong I love my mother but I've lived alone for too long. Trying to get back into this thing of…whatever it is; it's challenging and awkward. I know my mother was there for some of my childhood; however I only remember a small part of that fraction. Now that she's back and trying to get back into my life-I won't lie-it's weird and it'll probably take me a little bit to get used to it.
"I've got to go." I informed as I looked down at the blue dress, "And I should get back into my inform-"
"No," Lilac interrupted, "don't worry the dress is already paid for-and as for you being called away; I'll go with you." My mother locked arms with me and started leading the way. What was she trying to do? Am I just too stupid to figure out her little plan? I must be an idiot…or she is merely too clever for me to understand.
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"Slow down," I ordered as I was dragged by my mother who was too focused on getting to her destination on time, "Mom-" I cut myself off; I wanted no one to know of my relation to the ambassador. I didn't want to be treated differently; I was just like the people in the tunnels and the streets. Without Vega I wouldn't have a home or friends, this place-no matter how terrible to was to me will always be my home. I wouldn't it any other way, I'd rather with a foot solider or a mechanic with barely any pay and with friends then to be an aristocrat and be hated by everyone below me, "Ambassador Lilac," I corrected myself, "please, let go."
She didn't reply.
Good Lord is she deaf?
"Ambassador," I repeated, "ambassador!" I shouted but to no use she ignored me. Not that being ignored is a foreign feeling to me, but wasn't she trying to mend the bond between us, not to break it again?
After a few turns down some alleys, jumps, a couple of near misses with some other pedestrians, and a near collision with a wall and a pole we made it to Michael.
He looked at me curiously, scanning me from head to toe, a spark of amusement showed in his eyes as he suppressed a grin. I fought the blush forming on my face, he had seen me in a dress before...and without a dress-but that's besides the point-I shouldn't be wearing a dress during business hours.
"Charlie," he said, his voice soft yet commanding, "what are you wearing?"
I looked down at the sparkling dress and opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out. We were in public; I couldn't say my mother, the Ambassador to whatever city she made up, had bought me a dress and tricked me into wearing it, "I…well I-it's-"
"She needed to update her wardrobe." My mother informed stepping, "so I bought her a dress and we were in the middle of making sure it fit when you called. So we rushed and without thinking she still had the dress on." I looked at her and gave her a thankful look. She replied with a soft smile and took a step away letting Michael take control of the situation.
"You needed me Sir?" I wondered my tone slightly playful but serious enough to convince everyone who was listening I was professional.
Michael raised an eyebrow and blinked once slowly, he didn't break character or the role he was supposed to play. He looked down at me and said, "I needed someone to make sure my brother cell was put together properly."
Gabriel
That monster-how could Michael even refer to him as anything besides that? He has no shred of compassion or mercy. I know Michael is far from a saint but at least he can act like he has a soul every once in a while. He had emotion behinds those eyes that are like prison cells. Meanwhile Gabriel…his eyes…their soulless, they hold no meaning or emotion, all they contain is anger and meaningless revenge. They're black holes of void. His smile is evil and empty. If he were my brother I would never be able to look him in the eye and say he was.
"Of course," I said as my mother handed me my tools. Wait-she had them this whole time but she wouldn't let me change? What's the logic in that? Well…considering the world kind of ended I think and it wasn't actually demons or science that did it-I think logic was tossed out the window a long time ago.
I felt Michael's eyes watch me get closer and closer to Gabriel's cage. I avoided Gabriel's gaze at all cost; he was a fox-I couldn't trust myself to look him. Maybe if he wasn't Michael's brother I would just strangle him myself-speaking of which why haven't they killed him yet? He maliciously killed most of our race! He out of everyone deserves to die! But I guess my opinion isn't worth anything.
"Hello," he said with empty smile.
I refused to reply. My eyes stayed at their target, his cage, I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to see the man who had given the order for my parents to be killed. I didn't want to know what he would say to me and I didn't want to know what I would say or do either.
Yes I have learned to forgive Dylan over the years of mourning-but I never forgot what he did. Nor will I ever-but I can forgive a mindless brute-someone who doesn't know any better. But I will never be able to forgive Gabriel for what he did. What he did was far worse than any evil human kind has done. He is a monster and he knows it. Yet he brother still loves him anyway.
That was one thing I almost admired Michael for. No matter how many times his brother seems to betray him-emotionally and loyally; he knows the brute of his brother yet he could never truly hate him like they way I do. Gabriel could burn in hell for what he did and I wouldn't even bat an eyelash at his disappearance or death.
Gabriel continued to talk yet his words never reached my ears. I was in my own world, hearing only what I wanted to hear. And those words were unfortunately Michaels-my imaginary Michael-God I need to talk to therapist.
"My brother is quite a pest isn't he?" Michael pointed out as he sat by the cage. He wore his usually dark knee lengthened coat paired with his deep v-neck and dark paints. His swords hung safely on his waist waiting for the moment to be used. Michael was beautiful, to his short brown hair and his amazing eyes that held the world and secrets no human was allowed to know or see. There, just sitting with his arm slung around his knee, slightly out of character for him. Usually he'd sit up straight with pride; not so casually and carelessly. But there he was slightly more human; in my mind anyway. He was always human to me-whether or not he would agree-he had the compassion no other angel seemed to have. The emotions that he refused to feel: lust, love, fear-some more than duty and anger. Everyone has anger, everyone wants revenge; but it is up to them to love and to care. It is up to them to smile and feel happiness.
"If you choose to believe it; he wasn't always like this." The Archangel informed.
I could believe that. Gabriel couldn't have always been a monster. Even in humans-when they are babies, barely aware of the world around them-they're innocent to a degree. It isn't until their later years the true malicious intent is shown. So Gabriel must have a moment of lucidity; whether it happened in the past or it will happen in the future. He'll see all the damage he has done or he has already saved someone from their days of havoc, "He stopped me from killing and innocent boy. A boy who later saved me."
I couldn't help the smile forming on my face. It was hard to picture, Gabriel being the good guy; Michael being the killer wasn't hard. Seeing him fight obviously shows he's seen his fair share of death and killed his fair share of people. Michael learned the error of his ways and I respect him for that.
"Do you know the reason why I called you here?" Michael wondered.
I tried not to look over at him; but he was tempting-I couldn't help but steal a glance every once and a while.
He had shifted places and now closer to me. Even though he was just a projection of my imagination-I could still feel his hot breath on my neck but it didn't bother me. I enjoyed having him close to me; but I'm not sure how I feel about being able to enjoy a projection of my mind that isn't real. His hand scarcely touched mine, barley leaving any heat or pressure as he guided them towards their goal. My breath hitched slightly but unnoticeably-Gabriel didn't seem to care or see my uneasiness. I retracted my hands from Michael's finger tips; God why does he do this to me? How can he do this me? And why do I like it when it does it?
"I wanted to see you." He said as he examined me from my side. His nimble and callused fingers barely touched my hair, "I could have called any engineer but I chose to call you." I gritted my teeth as I continued to inspect the cage, "Do you know why that is?" His tone became more playful almost as if he were teasing me-knowing that I couldn't look at him or talk back to him. "It's because I love you Janet."
"I'm done," I said trying to hide the squeakiness in my voice. I bowed my head hiding my reddened face. I slowed my breaths in an attempt to slow down my heart rate-which was failing to help any. But I'm not sure what I was more embarrassed about-my imaginary Michael admitting what I've wanted Michael to say for a long time now or is that I can't help be feel the same way. If I didn't like him I wouldn't even have given that imaginary friend of mine a reaction but this…this-what is this? I don't understand. And I don't think I ever will be able to.
"Is everything alright Charlie?" Michael asked his eyes showed concern yet a spark of amusement; but tone was the same as ever. The enforcer, the military leader, the Archangel; that is what everyone saw-but I see right through that act or at least part of it. Michael is nothing less than deadly-but he's fragile-like glass. His family is gone-estranged-and for what? A couple of humans who couldn't even look after themselves-no sees the Michael that needs Vega and his friends. In a figurative sense Jeep was his best friend and Alex was like a son; he may have not been able to coddle him but he looked after him ever step of the way. It was job-he liked to say-but I knew if he weren't held back by his Archangel rules or if the Chosen One didn't have to fall and rise again-maybe he would have raised him.
"I'm fine." I assured my voice slightly shaky. I muttered it again but I wasn't trying to convince him. I was trying to convince myself that my imaginary just admitted love for me for his real life doppelganger.
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Dreaming was different-or at least weirder than I used to. I used to have crazy dreams when I younger. Mainly because I could never explain them to anyone else; but for some odd reason I could never remember their faces. That was the main reason why drew their faces-because I may not have been able to remember who they were but I can remember what they looked like. At least for a little while before the drawing starts to fade.
Tonight I dreamed about Becca; but it wasn't the happiest of settings-at least not for me anyway.
She was dress shopping; I had come along with her because I was her friend and her mother had passed away a few years ago. It was the least I could to help her or at least try to.
"How does this look?" She wondered as she examined herself in the mirror. Becca looked lovely in that dress. Long and elegant, white as snow and simple but beautiful-yet she refused to believe it. What was she so hesitant about? She was getting married after all-to the man I loved but to the man who admitted he didn't love me enough.
"Amazing," I said again but this time less enthusiastically than before, "all of them look amazing Becca." There was a slightly depressed tone to my voice that was clearly unhidden.
She looked at me slightly confused, "What's wrong Janet."
I chuckled nervously as I scratched an imaginary itch behind my ear, "Nothing-I just wish you would choose a dress because we've been to several wedding dress stores and tried on more than fifty dresses."
I couldn't blame Becca. She didn't know that I wanted too be the one in her shoes. I wanted to marry Michael. I wanted to be the one who got to kiss him every day and who got to see him every night. I wanted to be the one who got to see him in the morning and make him breakfast. I wanted to be the one who he made breakfast for and be the part of the reason why he smiled.
But she was and even though I didn't want her to be-she made Michael happy and that is all I want him to be.
"I like it-it's just that I don't know if he'll like it." Becca informed as she twirled her hair with her fingers.
Again I chuckled as I stood up; today I had worn a black work suit and a white tie. I had cut my hair short after Michael broke up with me. Why-I don't know-after he left I just wanted to do something different. Something that wouldn't make me see him everyday; something that could make me get over him. But how can I forget about him? How can I forget the first guy who truly understood me?
Oh look at me being a love sick puppy-aren't I just delightful?
I walked towards her and gestured towards the mirror, "Michael would love you in any dress you chose." I placed my hand on her shoulder and look her in the eyes, "He wouldn't even care about the dress-as long as you're in it-he loves it." Taking her unused hand I slowly start dancing with her, "And as much as he would want to see your skin; he'd want you to be comfortable." I dip her slowly and then bring her back up, "But there is no doubt that he'll be proud to be your husband."
No sooner had the words left my mouth was I in a cemetery. The weather was overcast, sullen just like the people around me. Many had brought umbrellas just in case of rain fall, I on the other hand stood under the cover of someone else's umbrella. I looked up and saw Michael; his face was stone while his hand clenched the end of his umbrella. His eyes unlike the rest of his tense body were red and wet, ready to produce tears at any moment.
It took me no time to realize what had happened, Becca had died; and I didn't even know what to say. What do people typically say when someone dies? "Sorry for your loss," I said without thinking. Michael didn't reply; it seemed that my words failed to reach him. "Michael," I said again trying to knock him out of his daze, "Michael," I repeated as I softly bumped into him.
He looked down at me and sighed, "Hello Janet."
"I know you're not ok Michael; so you can stop trying to act like you are." I informed sympathizing to his pain. I had lost my family and after that I just didn't know what to do to myself. But it was how I met my best friend and if I hadn't I probably would have never made it adulthood.
"Janet," he said softly. He didn't look at me, but merely glanced at his wet shoes and then back to the coffin being lowered into the ground. Soon it began to rain and the sound of the soft droplets hitting the top of his umbrella broke the depressing and mournful silence around us. And slowly Michael's face began to copy the actions of the sky.
Today had been a normal day. Or at least what I call normal-maybe even a bit mundane. Michael was Michael, Alex was Alex, and the fucking Risen house still hasn't killed Gabriel! Why are they protecting him? What information could they possibly extract from him? I wouldn't trust anything that would come out of that sly mouth of his. He twists things and forms them into what people want to hear. He makes monsters out of the innocent; he pulls the small mistakes out of a great victory or success. He brain washes his followers-how could anyone believe a word he says?
Tonight I'm assigned to guard Becca…unfortunately the dream was still on my mind. I couldn't help but picture her coffin being lowered into the ground every time I looked at her. What would she look like dead; would her skin be as pale as a cloud-would she retain her beauty and elegance? Or would she lose it all-her dignity and grace; but how would she die? Would she lose all of her crimson blood? Or would she break her neck, fall from a tall high, drown-would she be murdered or poisoned? So many questions and so many ways to die,
"Is something bothering you Charlie?" Becca wondered as she sat her office.
"Not really," I replied, I was concerned for Becca but after much consideration I figured I couldn't do anything to save her. If I were to save her another person or she would die-the universe has a funny way of dealing with things. Try to stop one thing and another thing takes it's place-a time paradox I think I heard it called that.
My father used to watch this old TV show; long since been cut off the air since the angel apocalypse but it was about a mad man with a blue box. Crazy show but awesome entertainment.
"Well I have to go to my lab," she informed as she pushed herself out of her chair, "you're dismissed." I nodded and watched her leave promptly before following her. The consular was in a situation I couldn't prevent-or at least I don't think I can. Death is a funny thing and it doesn't like to be messed with. It's a sensitive balance between life and death-and the places of death haven't exactly been nice towards us.
So her lab-I knew she was a scientific mind-but I can safely say I had never seen her lab before. You would figure that being apart of the army you would see it eventually-but no-never been there before.
My steps were light and unnoticeable on the ground; while Becca's heels clicked against the tile floor. The way she walked was determined, my stance was secretive or an attempt to be hidden. As she opened the door I heard her gasp.
What was happening? Why was she scared? Who was in the room with her.
As I tiptoed further I saw a figure I never thought I'd be afraid of. A man who I thought I trusted with my life and all the others in this city. His face that once held no emotion now only held two I was very familiar to, revenge and anger. But except he could do much worse harm than I am capable of.
The Archangel Michael
"M-Michael," gasped Becca before she could choke out the words 'please listen to me' he grabbed her by the throat and without a second thought he snapped her throat. The sight of death didn't bother me as much as it did before. Now it seemed easier to handle than other normal occurrences. But that didn't mean it was right-that didn't mean he got out of a punishment.
"Michael," I said with my hand hovering over my gun-even though it wouldn't hurt him-but it's got to hurt a little bit at least-right? "Please Michael," I begged I walked further into the room, "don't make me do this." I didn't want to hurt him. Anyone but him; I'd rather let him kill me-well I'd like to live but I could live and know I murdered him.
He didn't reply. His eyes were cold, emotionless, doll eyes. They didn't even react to me; there was no spark or humor. No hidden grin or held back amusement; he was gone…he was no longer my Michael anymore. Is this what he ment by a monster? Because this isn't what think a monster would look like-he's just…a solider who puts a cap his emotions and then forgets to release the pressure every once in a while-and when he doesn't, he explodes. Like this, like right now; and I don't know how to bring him back,
"Michael," screamed a voice behind me. Alex, I didn't know he was here, "what did you do?"
The Archangel took an advance and went to go fight my friend and I just stood there… Dumbfounded, I couldn't find the courage to stop him. What if I hurt him? What if I hurt Alex? The sounds of glass breaking and weapons being drawn echoed in the air while blood pounded in my ears. What do I do? What can I do? Plan…I need a plan-oh God what the hell am I supposed to do?
Without thinking I pulled the unrecognizable man off of my friend, "Michael-stop this!" He pushed me away and looked at me with the fire of heaven in his eyes. His swords were held in his hands as they pointed at their new target. Me. My trembling hands scrambled to open my pocket-but I'm not sure which ones. Most of them were empty-I wasn't allowed to carry ammo since I was technically a mechanic, the only things I had in there were my locket and mementos from my old home. As they opened one of the pocket I felt a cold object against my and I quickly held up in defense, "It's me Michael-it's Janet!"
His actions stopped just in time and finally I was able to see Michael again. My Michael-he had finally woken up from his haze of fury, "Janet," he said softly, his voice almost frightened. I reached out towards him; welcoming him back into my embrace but he backed away as he evaluated the situation. He gasped weakly at Becca's limp body and with that he left and flew up gracefully into the forever night sky.
"Janet," whispered Alex, "Janet," I sighed I looked at him. He looked so defeated. So defenseless-as if everything he knew was wrong. All the facts give to him were lies. All of the things he had seen were merely scenes in a story, rewritten and written again just to fool with him.
"Alex," I said with a sigh as I looked away, "if your going to hit me or shoot me do it before I-" arms wrapped around me. For a moment it felt as if I were trapped but then after a few second the presser all around me softened. He wouldn't let go; he clung on to me just like when were kids. When we were on the street and nothing was going right-when it would rain us out of the tunnels, when we were on our last can of food, when we knew our cloths were beginning to become too small-yet we couldn't buy any cloths to wear. It was then I would pet her hair softly and tell him it's going to be alright-that we were going to be fine. That some kind stranger would lend us his or her cloths that he or she didn't need anymore-we would be ok because we had each other against the worlds.
But those were lies back then
I didn't think I'd survive this far. I thought I would have died long before Alex did because I was the one who always got into trouble. I've got him into trouble before-many times-and of course he complained. But I was always happy that he did-he brought me back down to earth and told me what I was doing was wrong-even when I really didn't care that it was.
"I know, I know," I stated as I pulled away, "I'm a horrible person-a terrible friend-but right now we have more pressing matters to deal with." Before he could reply I cut him once more, "I know you're going to hate me for this-but I have to go-"
"Again," Alex demanded.
"Look-here-take this," I offered placing my locket into his hand, "as long as you have this-I will always come back. I promise and this time I mean it." I placed a hand on a cheek, "See you later solider, and don't come back with a bullet hole."
I left the morning after Gabriel was released by his acolytes; but no word on Michael. Alex left, heard he had baby on the way. I said goodbye to Lana-she bought-well stole maybe-either I'm proud-a bouquet of moon orchids. She said something along the lines of they'll help me know where I've been and where I haven't.
So now I am off to find Michael-wherever the hell he is and then…who knows-because the whole world has gone to shit in less than a year more so than it is already is. What worse could happen?
Hey! I hope you liked it. Since I was lazy and didn't update for awhile-the new season of Dominion came on and I have new material to write about! Again-if you want to-favorite or follow-comment if you like. Have any questions, comments, concerns, put it in the comments and I'll be sure to address or answer it in the next chapter or who knows maybe I'll just message you.
Oh and as for the dress scene with Janet-I sort of wrote that after watching Cinderella-she was supposed to have a dance with Gabriel while he was in the cage but I decided that it wasn't really necessary. And I didn't feel like rewriting the scene between her mother and her. So you got imaginary Michael-sorry if that kind of confused you. I just wanted to explain it just in case anyone was.
Anyways-I hope you enjoyed the latest update so far-and remember...stay awesome my friends-cupcakekiller
