Kiba

Walking back to the office I worked in, wasn't the easiest thing for me to do. I had to pass by so many people. People who would do that same thing that Charity did if I told them what I really was. Last night still stung me almost as much as when I discovered my father's affair.

Maybe it stung worse because I lost something I cared about, and my own father had been there to gloat about it. I walked down the alley and banged on the metal door with the side of my hand. The little window slid open and revealed Landis's eyes to me. "Ah, Kiba-"

I cut him off and said harshly, "Just let me in." His eyes showed me that he was taken aback by my outburst, but he unlocked the metal door and I brushed past him and walked straight back to my office. I should have stayed at the apartment. I slammed the door behind me and fell back into my chair.

I then ran my hands through my hair. An urge to scream flooded over me again just like it had all last night. I fought my way through nonstop questions all day, and had nothing more than the desire to go and twist things up for them. I could give them false information and ruin everything for them.

They would have everything ripped away from them just like I had, and would suffer as well. I smile crossed my lips as I thought about having that kind of control and influence over somebody. And it would be so easy too. I heard a familiar voice shouting, and then Masomi came barging into the room.

I gave him a cold stare because he broke my solitude. He said, "Sorry about that. Somebody tried to be an ass back there." I asked coldly, "Why are you here?" Masomi raised an eyebrow at me. "What? I came here because you looked like you wanted to kill yourself last night, and this morning you looked ready to kill whoever said hi to you."

I knew that I hadn't tried to hide my emotions last night, or this morning. And even though Masomi lived in how own little world most of the time, he could easily see when somebody wasn't acting normal. Unless he had a girl over. Then he was much too focused on her.

"What happened last night, Kiba? I'm tired of seeing you go bi-polar." I stood up from my desk, and the chair went back on its wheels when I did. "Nothing that happened last night concerns you, Masomi." He rolled his eyes and said, "Oh save me the crap, Kiba. Something happened last night that's got you more skrewed up than an emotionally challenged girl."

I could sense that he was being truly concerned, but that didn't matter to me. He added in, "Kiba, I'm your friend, and plus I share an apartment with you so I really don't want to see you crying one minute and then punching holes in the wall the next. So just spill it already."

I stared at him, and he held my gaze and threw it right back at me. He wasn't going to back down until I told him what he wanted to know. I walked around my desk and said nonchalantly, "I'm tired of being what everyone wants me to be."

Masomi raised an eyebrow and sighed. "That's not a lie, even I can see that. But it's not the truth either. Just tell me what happened with you and Charity last night or else I'll go and find her myself and ask her." When he brought up her name, I felt a stab in my chest. I snapped at him, "Get out of here. You can go and say to her whatever you want, but I don't want to bring her up in here."

Masomi stared at me and said, "This has gotten you really skrewed up, Kiba." I stayed quiet, but didn't take my glare from him. Masomi threw his hands up and said, "Fine. You want to bitch and moan, then so be it. I try and be the supportive friend, and just get brushed off and told to leave. Alright, I can respect that. I'm gone."

I watched Masomi stomp out, and heard him yell at the same person he yelled at when he came through the building. Had I been harsh? Yeah, probably. But the world was harsh. This whole, low and disgusting world. One that didn't deserve to have people on it that were hateful to one another, who killed each other for their own personal greed.

The Earth was littered with imperfections, and I could smooth them out if I tried. It would just take the right people to manipulate. Or the right Fallens. A plan started to unfold before my eyes. Fallens fighting one another without knowing why, and people getting caught up in the crossfire of their wars.

It was just like looking into the future, when I realized that I was in an essence. This was a possible future I was seeing. One that would take place if I started towards my path to purify this world. A smile crossed my face again. The peace of the Fallens would be no more, and so would the so called 'peace' of the humans.

But the future showed me the fight taking place many years away. I didn't want to wait. I wanted it to start happening now. I have to start somewhere. I had the ability to do it. To change the face of this world, just by starting with corrupting the information I gave to those who came looking for it. The door opened again, and I expected to see Masomi walking back in.

I turned around, and saw a middle age woman. I could just look at her and she screamed human, but there was something else about her. The way she looked at me. This woman could see me, and I wasn't allowing her. A Caretaker? Bondage maybe? I asked, "How did you get in here?"

She slid her purse down to the groove of her elbow and dug around in it. The woman pulled out a rolled ball of cash and said, "I know I'm not supposed to be in here, but I have to know something." I hadn't taken money from anyone that had come to me.

I was meant to give my information without any consignment. I stared at it for a moment. But I wasn't following conventional methods any longer. I was going by my own so I could rid this world of its filth. Besides, I might be able to turn this world's greed against it. I reached out my hand and took the money. I smiled wryly and said, "What is it that I can do for you?"

The woman pulled her purse back up to her shoulder and said, "I'm with a community of Caretakers in the city. The leader of them to be exact. I'm Bertha." She held out her hand to me. So I was right about her being able to see me. I said slyly, "A Caretaker, huh? How interesting. But why come here?"

I was intrigued to what had brought her to me. Caretakers normally only dealt with Fallens. They didn't even bother with Messenger angels. To them, we were well off enough that we didn't need any help. She pulled her hair behind her ear and said, "Me and some of the other Caretakers all seemed to have gotten this ominous feeling last night. As if a dark force just moved into the area. I told them I didn't want to come here, but they didn't give me much choice. They were hoping that you may have known something."

I walked around her, as if she were prey and I was the predator. I could pick her apart with lies all day. An easy target, just like every human. I said, "I can't believe that I'm known in the Caretaker community. That's such an honor. You know, I hate to tell you but I don't know anything about this feeling you and the other Caretakers got." But I do. That feeling you got, was my new world order coming true.

She stared me down when I stopped in front of her. She said, "I don't believe you." I laughed and said, "My dear Bertha, what reason would I have to lie to you? Or anyone for that matter?" She sighed and said, "I apologize. I've never trusted Messenger angels." Just like with Masomi, I could sense her inner thoughts.

She still didn't trust me, and no matter what I'd tell her she wouldn't. Unless it was the truth. I could see now that the Caretakers might be a problem for me in the future. They were selected by previous Higher Powers, and given abilities to help with taking care of the Fallens who resided on Earth.

I'll have to do something about them. I don't want them standing in my way. I said, "I'm sorry that I can't tell you anything. Trust me, if the city is threatened by darkness, then I would try and help out all I could." Bertha nodded her head and walked out of the room.

My fake smile that I had been putting on, vanished and turned into a fine line. In order for my new world to take place, I'd need to do something about those Caretakers. They were more in tuned with the balance of things than any kind of angel. If my information was correct, there were at least twenty Caretakers in this city alone, and about thirty left in the rest of the world.

They were the last of the hundreds that had been picked to take care of the Fallens. Old age took most of them of course. It wasn't like the Higher Powers made them immortal. They could still die just as easily as any human on the streets. I'd take care of the Caretakers in this city, and when I started aiming for my goal, I'd take care of the rest of them.

Whenever things would start going more into the dark as my corruption took over, I'd manipulate my pawns and have them cause a little accident for the Caretakers. Hmm. Pawns. I like that word. That's what everyone was to me now. Pawns in the game of my new world.

One where I ruled and all of the scum was wiped away from the face of existence. I looked down at the roll of money on the desk. I scooped it up and tossed it aside in on of the drawers in my desk. It would have to do until I found somewhere safer for it.

Nobody would expect that I'd have any just yet. Like I said, Messenger angels don't charge for their service. Till now. Word would get around quickly that I was asking for payment, and then I'd change the money's location. Doing this wouldn't stop Fallens from coming to me. I was the only Messenger angel for miles and miles, even into the next city over. The rules of supply and demand are ever in my favor.

I smiled, liking how my life was taking a seemingly better turn around. I sat down on the edge of my desk, and a glint caught my eye. The gold and silver cross was still around my neck. The very cross that was my father's, and given to me by my mother so I could remember who I was.

A keepsake for me so I wouldn't lose who I was. I grabbed the cross and yanked it off, breaking the chain as I did. Now I was holding it in my hand, and looking at it. This was the first time it had ever left my neck since I came to Earth six years ago. I could see my reflection in the smooth precious metal cross.

I looked older, darker, and broken. Not that I hadn't been told that I looked broken before. Even Masomi had told me that one time, and I was sure that he believed it even more now. I stuffed the broken necklace in my pocket and walked out of my office, then stomped past Landis without a word.

It was night outside already, and I made my way towards the park. I walked to the middle of the bridge that stretched across the lake. It wasn't more than ten feet above the water. Streetlights sparkled orange and yellow on the water's surface. I pulled the necklace out and looked at it.

Voices ran through my head. My mother's; "Don't ever forget who you are, Kiba." My father's; "Earth changes those who are on it." And Charity's; "You're not like other guys, are you?" I said to myself, "I'm what none of you expected. I'm going to rewrite everything, and show you all who I really am."

I clenched the cross in my hand, and threw it as hard as I could into the lake. I saw it glimmer before disappearing to the bottom of the water. This was now the beginning of the changes I would make, and I wouldn't be alone during all of this.

I already had my brilliant ideas, and I could already feel darkness surrounding me and giving me the power I needed to accomplish this. But I'll need me somebody that will be my main pawn during all of this. My mind instantly jumped back to the Fallen who I had saved from being jumped. I smiled. Tristan.

yay i'm not dead! ^^ lol. sorry for not uploading on this for a while. o.o i was nearly killing myself working two chapters a night, and just decided to turn this into a story that i only update on week-ends or days that i don't have school. (hope that's understood since i'm working on Wolf's Howling) :/ i was just so close to overworking myself, and plus this isnt an easy write for me. not at all. o.o so it will give my brain a rest before i fry it trying to figure out what should happen next. o.e -smoke comes out of brain- well, read, review, and other things. ~Copperpelt~