AN: Hey, welcome to my most awesome story. I've been busy with, you know, school. Also it's college football season. And that means I have to in front of the tv for at least 6 hours each saturday. Unless I go to a game, in which I will be gone all day. Also, went to Michigan game, they lost, I was sad, LSU won, I was sad, Bowling Green beat Pitt, I was happy, Ohio State won, I was happy, Beanie Wells got hurt, and I was sad. National Championship or broke for OSU, and for Michigan, Super Sophmores of 09. GO BUCKS! GO BLUE! Hail to the Victors, baby! Hang on Sloopy. Good luck to everyone in Lousiana, we're praying for you, even if we're are atheist. I'm not but I have be non discriminatory. XP. Maybe.
Disclaimer: ... Yes I am that lazy. The song is "The Beatles" though.
I have many names. Vorboten des Todes, Bebuder af Død, Voorbode van de Dood, Annonce de la Mort, Foriera di Morte, Prenúncio de Morte, Heraldo de la Muerte, and to those who speak English, I am the Harbinger of Death. They call me this because where I go, death is sure to follow. I was once tarined by evil men o be the ultimate killing machine. I can fly any plane, take out targets from two miles away, wield any weapon, shoot down planes with rpgs, and arm and disarm any bomb, I am a super soldier. They gave me the "gift" of rage. I kill by nature. I've killed more men than there are in some countries. But, I am not evil.
Yes, you are.
NO! I AM NOT EVIL!!
Yes. You are a killer. That makes you evil.
I have no choice.
There's always a choice. You just have to choose the right one.
But, what if it is the right choice?
It's never the right choice.
But, what if they deserve it?
No one deserves it. Not by your hand anyway.
Then, by whose?
God's.
How do I make the right choice?
When the time comes, you'll find a way.
Who are you?
I too have many names. Krilati Čuvar, Křídlové Strážce, Lappet Vogter, Siipineuloissa Vartijana, Alato Custode, Skrzydlate Opiekuna, Aripi Tutore, Bevingade Väktare, though I'm more often known as The Winged Guardian. Though, we do share one name, do you know what it is?
Softly, No.
I am...
A whole host of them appeared around him, each with their respective language.
Ich bin...
Jeg err...
Ik ben...
Je suis...
Io sono...
Eu so...
Yo soy...
Ja sam...
Já jsem...
Jeg er...
Minä olen...
Io sono...
Jestem...
Eu sunt... Jag är... I am... All at once, WE ARE... BLACKBIRD! The name filled the empty void. He lay on the ground. They began to sing slowly,
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
They all lifted him into the air. His broken and bullet riddled wings were fixed. The void was filled with a bright light.
AN: Short but necessary. READ, REVIEW and all that jazz.