7. Heaven
I'm a monster. I have absolutely no problems with it. I like what I do, and most of what I do is pretty bad stuff. I know where the line is, and I have no problems flossing my teeth with it.
My only problem (okay, so I lied. Sue me. It's what I do) is when I happen to look up and see her. A fallen angel. My fallen angel. She doesn't know it yet, but she's going to be my girl one day. I can be pretty possessive over my toys. It's weird; she's not the usual kind of girl I'm into. She tries too hard to be a goody two-shoes like her sisters, but I know better. There's an animal somewhere inside of her, waiting to rip free. My inner animal has more free reign than that. That's kind of the attraction we've got going. Animalistic. Magnetic. Natural, I guess. Opposites attract, but so do likes. We're like two sides of the same coin. She's heads, I'm tails. Still one quarter.
She took a long, hard fall from heaven one day, and I caught her in my demon claws. She stopped struggling a long time ago. Her wings kept dropping feathers (in metaphor terms, those would be her defenses), until she's basically got nothing but a useless jut of bat-like bony wings sticking out of her back and a pair of horns peeking out of her hair (and that's where the metaphor ceases to make any kind of senseā¦). I typically go for the lighter-haired chicks. Her hair's darker than mine. Jet-black. I like the change; it looks so freakin' good against that china-doll skin of hers.
I trip my way through life. Most of the time my fist ends up in someone else's mouth. Since meeting her, I've been walking a lot straighter. I guess she balances me out. That's what makes her frustrating. I know she's right beside me, but she keeps looking at me like she's still sitting pretty on her cloud and I'm stuck in a lava pool. I know better. We're even. Freaks, monsters, deviants, demons, angels. It's all the same.
But did she fall, or did I rise? Feels like I'm still in Hell. Maybe she's really still in Heaven. We had the power to change that, you know. Bring earth and sky closer together. That's what a storm is. And, man, when we storm, we freakin' bring the rain. Heaven falls and Hell rises.
At the end of the day, I'm still a bad guy and she's still a good girl. It's what happens in between that really matters, I guess.
A/N: Butch demanded a first-person view, so I gave it to him. I was listening to Angel by Judas Priest (Rob Halford, I will forever worship your voice and its incredible god-like range) and Animal by Neon Trees (LOVE IT!) alternately, so this is what happened. Three Blues in a row and two Greens in a row...good thing the Reds are finally getting some love next update, yeah?
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