Chapter 'All the Way to 7!'

He came in wordlessly, holding a bag that looked like the kind that doctors carried on old T.V shows. He eyes were a strange golden green and snake-like, his mousy brown hair parted to the side and fell into the right part of his face. Criss opened his mouth to introduce himself, but he was immediately cut off.

"There's no need, Mr. Angel, I already know who you are. Where is Fallen?"

Criss blinked in surprise and pointed toward the living room, where Rae was laying on a sofa. Her eyes were closed, but they opened as soon as she heard footsteps.

"Rae Fallen, what in the name of Power were you doing?" The man said sternly, kneeling next to her.

"Oh, same old same old, Gabriel," Rae smiled weakly, chuckling. "Just a few trouble makers I had to take care of."

Gabriel opened his bag a pulled out a bottle of some strange, silver liquid. "Blood loss, fractured wing, and—"

Rae sneezed.

"—and a cold. Here, drink up, drink up. Get some blood back through those veins." He handed the bottle to Rae, who swallowed it quickly.

"Ugh, nasty shit."

"Hey, watch your mouth," Gabriel warned, although it sounded as though he only half-meant it. Criss sat on the opposite couch and watched the magic-doctor go to work. He pulled a small brown cake out of his bag and handed it to Rae, who accepted it greedily.

"What was that?" Criss asked. "Some sort of magic-healing-cake-thingy?"

Gabriel blinked his snake eyes once before smiling. "No, it's just a brownie—she likes them."

Criss made a mental note of that.

While Rae finished the brownie, Gabriel inspected her wing. He pulled his hand away, revealing a handful of small feathers. "You're molting," he sighed, slipping the feathers into his bag. "What category, then?"

"Only a three, but there'll be plenty of lightning!" Rae crowed, her uninjured wing fluttering happily. "I always lose feathers before hurricanes," she explained to Criss, who simply shrugged. There really was no surprising him anymore.

Gabriel took the injured wing in his hands and sighed. "Ready?"

Rae hugged a pillow to her chest.

Crack! Rae yelped into the pillow as Gabriel twisted her wing back into place. As soon as he let go, she unfurled them and stretched. "That feels better!" Her back arched and the wings slowly sunk into her skin with a long thwap type of noise. Criss watched with wide-eyed shock. (Okay, he had lied about not being surprised anymore.) "How long 'til I'm allowed to fly again?" Rae asked cheerfully.

"A month at least, but knowing you, you'll wait a week before jumping of the roof of a building." Gabriel stood, closing his bag. "Please don't do anything stupid, alright?" He glanced over at Criss, who was shaking his head in disbelief of the whole situation. "Will he be needed a memory erase?"

Criss' head shot up in alarm.

"Uh, no, that won't be necessary, Gabe," Rae laughed nervously, ushering him to the door. "Send Dramlaya my regards, okay?"

Gabriel looked over Criss once, smirking. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Angel. Good luck."

"Um, same here, I guess." Criss said quietly, waving as the door shut. Rae turned and smiled sheepishly at him, scratching the back of her neck.

"How does coffee sound to you, eh?"

"About three or four years ago, I didn't live here in Bonita. I lived in Boston, with Dramlaya. On my fourteenth birthday, I started a metamorphosis—this angel, named Fallen, lived inside of me. We shared a mind and a body together. In order for us to find the cure that would separate us, we stole certain artworks from museums. These masterpieces had magical properties that no one else knew about. Gabriel was my private doctor, because when it came to things like broken wings, I couldn't go to a normal doctor." Rae smiled to herself and sipped at her coffee. Criss didn't even touch his.

"Anyway, there was this boy named Roslyn, who was just like me—we were two halves of a whole. I was dark, and he was light. 'Angel' lived inside of him, and for a time he drove Roslyn insane, destroying his spirit. At one point, I grew angry with Roslyn for not fighting back the way he should have—I forced him to let Angel out, and we fought. While I could stop Angel from harming Roslyn, I couldn't get him to stop hunting me and Fallen. Until this man named Jay came—and tried to kill us all."

"See, being in my body was a punishment for Fallen, and same for Angel. Fallen was supposed to find her own cure, and Angel was supposed to kill her before she could. Truth was, they had been in love thousands of years before, but Angel had been a human named Christopher, and Fallen had been an angel named Adriane. It was unheard of for an angel to be in love with a human, and the tyrant of Kingdom Birinthia—"

"Kingdom Birinthia?" Criss interrupted. (Pronounced 'Bur-rin-thee-uh.')

"Like heaven, where your spirit is created and where it goes when you die. Anyway, this ruler, whom was named Power, cursed the two of them, stealing their memories of love and giving them their quests to destroy one another. Fallen was damned, and Angel was immortalized—which isn't as pleasant as you'd think.

But while they shared our minds and bodies, we slowly changed. In only a year, I grew taller and slimmer, my skin became flawless, my hair grew long and wavy, and my eyes slowly turned purple. Roslyn too, grew tall and strong, his hair growing from this short choppy cut until he could pull it back. Cutting it was useless—it grew one length and stayed that way. His eyes were golden, just like Angel's were. We no longer grew sick from Earthly diseases, are bones healed quickly when broken, scar and cuts mended in seconds.

For a while, the changes were so large that we could still go to school without any of our friends thinking much about it. But then…" Rae took a deep breath. "Then our secret got out, and we were pretty much shunned from everyone." She smiled sorrowfully and touched her earring. "You don't know it, but about three years ago, you almost died."

Criss raised his eyebrow. "How—"

"J.D almost died, Costa, your mother—everyone, Criss. Everyone on this freakin' planet almost died. I sacrificed myself for Earth—I killed myself, because that's what needed to be done."

Criss sat back, his eyes large with disbelief. "So it's like 'The Crow,' then?" he said softly after a few minutes. He looked her up and down. "Are you dead?" he asked suspiciously.

Rae laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm not dead—I was brought back to life when the shattered pieces of my soul were restored. This boy named Raxe (A/N: Pronounced 'Rah-zhay') had housed my spirit, and he gave it back to me. Of course, he died the same way I had—when Birinthia was restored, the New King gave him a spirit, and he became the Gatekeeper.

Anyway, after the war was over, Angel and Fallen were permanently separated from our bodies, and so they became immortal again and we gained back some of are more human characteristics. Nowadays, I can once again feel pain and bleed and get sick—I missed it, actually. But I still fight Shadows and Hounds and…well, you don't know what those are, but you get it, right?"

Criss nodded slowly, rubbing his temples. "So, if you can still fly, can you do other stuff? Is that why you're a magician?"

"Well, I use magic sometimes, like levitating and walking through glass and stuff. But normally, I do it the fair way." Rae rubbed the bridge of her nose as if she had a headache. "My magic used to be unlimited, but now that Fallen and I are separated, it's not as strong as it once was. Now, the only abilities I have left are to manipulative, warping, and mind-touching." She laughed at Criss' confused face.

"I have no idea what any of those are."

Rae sighed. "Manipulating something is bending it anyway to your will. I could start a fire with a flick of my fingers, or use my body as a conductor for a lightning strike. But I can't create fire out of thin air—I could make it grow bigger, stronger, and I could aim a lightning strike at a tree, but I couldn't just pull it from nowhere. You understand?"

"I'm trying."

"Warping is like teleporting a coin from one hand to the other. I use warping when I perform magic tricks—I can make myself levitate, or I could make a bird that was in a tree suddenly appear in my hand. Warping is the hardest to master…it's basically defying the laws of physics, changing time and space. About six months to master it for me, and for anyone without an angel it could take up to two years."

Criss ran his fingers through his hair. "Wow…you're saying anyone could master this stuff?"

"Someone with magic inside of them, yes. You just have to hone it, be gifted with creativity and invention…that's why I want to teach you. That's why I invited you down here. See, Roslyn was killed during the war, before he and Angel could separate themselves completely. Angel can't survive without a body and mind to share…I think, Criss," Rae paused, looking the magician in his eyes.

"I think that he's inside of you now."

Dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnn...

Criss Angel is now Criss Angel Angel!! (Becuase Rae Kitason became Rae Kitason Fallen, and Roslyn Lee became Roslyn Lee Angel...so Criss Angel is now Criss Angel Angel!!)

I know it's hard to keep up with, because I basically just disected my entire OFA trilogy for this, but if you have any questions...any at all...then review and I'll create a chapter where I can help you understand anything about Fallen, Angel, Gabe, or anything else you may not understand about Kingdom Birinthia (i like that name. I made it up! XP)

Roslyn is very sexy, so you all know...and he doesn't really die, but he does here. Please review, and stay tuned!!!