Fallen Angels
The bag hung low, tugging at the already strained muscle in her shoulder. She had overexerted herself the night before and she was paying for it now. Why was torture always all the more painful for *her* in the long run? Ahh... what did it matter? She had had a lovely time nonetheless. She started whistling some tune that she couldn't quite name as she walked down the hall. Why did she feel so happy? She could have sworn that she had actually skipped a few steps back, and this definitely worried her. She could not wait to get down the hallway and give the doctor his present; so that she could get her much needed time off. Her step quickened at the thought. When she made it to the office, it was all she could do to not bust down the door. She fumbled for the knob, arguing the whole time that she was in a hurry and if it did not cooperate she make sure the put in a sliding door in place of that conventional piece of crap. Finally, it opened giving Angel full view of the room before her. She walked in and up to the chair facing away from her.
"Doctor? Guess who has a present for you." She was bubbly and light sounding, causing the doctor to spin in his chair. Angel gasped when she saw him for who he really was. "Sydney. How ~nice~ to see you." She was talking with a snarl and at the moment she couldn't have cared less. "So what brings you here, Darling?" She threw out the insincere sentiment while taking a seat on the corner of Mr. Raine's desk.
"I've come to ask you about Jarod." His eyes narrowed at her, scanning her dress, her demeanor, and her bag. She was wearing a classy, deep blue, business suit with matching shoes. She wore a look of disinterest like a veil covering whatever was truly going on in that mind of hers. The bag was not unusual in any way except for the fact that it was not the usual carrier case Angel was accustomed to using. This tipped Sydney off that something was wrong, because he knew very well that Angel was one for 'habitual nuisances', as he remembered her calling it once. Maybe she was getting better. He doubted it. He noticed the look of annoyance in her eyes when he had finally stopped accessing the situation.
"Hello, Sydney. Now if you will stop checking me out, which is kind of creepy by the way, I can tell you whatever you need to know." He watched her as her expression changed from one of annoyance to one of slight amusement. "Well, what is it you need to know?"
What did he need to know? In all of his time thinking this through he had never expected her to give in so easily over this. Well ask something, Sydney! "Is he still alive?" No, not that! You don't ask a lion if they ate the raw meat that was thrown at them, do you?! Angel put her face down in her lap and covered the back of her head with her hands. She looked like a fold up chair, Sydney mused. He said nothing though.
When Angel leaned up it looked as if she were holding back tears. "He was a beautiful creature, Sydney. All lean and strong. He put up a fight at first but that all changed. What I will never forget about him is his eyes. Those angelic brown eyes, brimming with forgiveness for everyone but himself." *sigh* "That's life, eh? Sydney, I just want you to know that... you did well. Raising him, I mean. I... I never broke him. I tried but... it didn't work. I believe you had a lot to do with that."
Sydney didn't know whether to thank Angel or kill her. What was this? She had crushed the one reason he had to keep fighting and she had somehow made ~him~ feel proud over it!? Sydney himself was a very smart man and he had worked with geniuses all his life, but Angel was the one who had puzzled him the most over the years. She was like a baby holding the button, that controlled whether a bomb was going to explode or not. Deadly yet innocent. She was a contradiction within herself. Sydney got up slowly, not trusting his legs to hold him up, and made his way around the desk.
"He loved you, Sydney. I'm sure he would have liked you to know that." Sydney turned around half expecting to see a pair of cold blue eyes staring at him, but all he saw was her shining locks tucked neatly into a French Twist. He allowed a single tear to escape captivity as he made his way out the door.
Angel sat in her seat pondering everything that had just gone on. She was getting impatient and antsy. She reached down and shuffled through her bag pulling out an oblong box. Remembering back to an old game she had played at sometime or another she mused. ~Is it smaller than a bread box?~ yes ~Can it hold something inside of it?~ Yes ~Is it holding something inside of it?~ Yes ~Is it something important?~ YES ~Will the doctor like it?~ HE HAD BETTER! She was broke from her reverie by the ticking of the clock. It was 4:52pm and she was tired of waiting. She got up and placed the box down in the center of Mr. Raines' desk. He should be pleased, no he would be pleased, she decided. She placed a small note on the box, closed up her bag, and walked out the door. She was already on her way to the airport when Mr. Raines finally reached his office.
He walked into the already open office, 'breath of life' in tow. He stood in the doorway a moment thinking back. He knew the door was shut when he had left so that left one option. Someone had been in here since he had gone. He sensed that Angel had been nearby not to long ago so he figured it was her. He wished he could sniff the air, because out of all the scents he had smelled in the past, Angel's was the one he remembered best. She had always smelled of cinnamon and honey, her to favorite flavors. He was sure it permeated the air around him cursing the fact that he was the only one that wouldn't be able to breathe it in. He went around his desk and sat in his leather chair. He was about to reach for the phone and ask the lady at the front desk if he had any messages when he noticed a small parcel on his desk. It had a note on it that was decorated with pictures of small white flowers vanilla blossoms, she was so predictable He picked up the note and proceeded in reading it.
Dear Dr. Pain,
How is my favorite person? I just finished my latest job and decided to write you a riddle. Are you ready?
What is white brown and black in front, red and stringy in the back, and sees all?
If you are stumped, go ahead and open your present. I hope you like it! I just needed to inform you that I'm heading on vacation now and I should be back within the next two weeks.
Sincerely, Your Little Angel
Mr. Raines stared at the small box and thought for a moment. What was Angel up to? After brooding about it for what seemed forever he reached down and opened the fragile box. His mouth dropped open in a mixture of horror, amazement, and then understanding. Looking straight back at him were a pair of chestnut colored eyes. This was her gift, the eyes of the man that had grown to be the bane of his existence; the proof that his battle would finally be over. Yes, Angel deserved her vacation, wherever she was.
The bag hung low, tugging at the already strained muscle in her shoulder. She had overexerted herself the night before and she was paying for it now. Why was torture always all the more painful for *her* in the long run? Ahh... what did it matter? She had had a lovely time nonetheless. She started whistling some tune that she couldn't quite name as she walked down the hall. Why did she feel so happy? She could have sworn that she had actually skipped a few steps back, and this definitely worried her. She could not wait to get down the hallway and give the doctor his present; so that she could get her much needed time off. Her step quickened at the thought. When she made it to the office, it was all she could do to not bust down the door. She fumbled for the knob, arguing the whole time that she was in a hurry and if it did not cooperate she make sure the put in a sliding door in place of that conventional piece of crap. Finally, it opened giving Angel full view of the room before her. She walked in and up to the chair facing away from her.
"Doctor? Guess who has a present for you." She was bubbly and light sounding, causing the doctor to spin in his chair. Angel gasped when she saw him for who he really was. "Sydney. How ~nice~ to see you." She was talking with a snarl and at the moment she couldn't have cared less. "So what brings you here, Darling?" She threw out the insincere sentiment while taking a seat on the corner of Mr. Raine's desk.
"I've come to ask you about Jarod." His eyes narrowed at her, scanning her dress, her demeanor, and her bag. She was wearing a classy, deep blue, business suit with matching shoes. She wore a look of disinterest like a veil covering whatever was truly going on in that mind of hers. The bag was not unusual in any way except for the fact that it was not the usual carrier case Angel was accustomed to using. This tipped Sydney off that something was wrong, because he knew very well that Angel was one for 'habitual nuisances', as he remembered her calling it once. Maybe she was getting better. He doubted it. He noticed the look of annoyance in her eyes when he had finally stopped accessing the situation.
"Hello, Sydney. Now if you will stop checking me out, which is kind of creepy by the way, I can tell you whatever you need to know." He watched her as her expression changed from one of annoyance to one of slight amusement. "Well, what is it you need to know?"
What did he need to know? In all of his time thinking this through he had never expected her to give in so easily over this. Well ask something, Sydney! "Is he still alive?" No, not that! You don't ask a lion if they ate the raw meat that was thrown at them, do you?! Angel put her face down in her lap and covered the back of her head with her hands. She looked like a fold up chair, Sydney mused. He said nothing though.
When Angel leaned up it looked as if she were holding back tears. "He was a beautiful creature, Sydney. All lean and strong. He put up a fight at first but that all changed. What I will never forget about him is his eyes. Those angelic brown eyes, brimming with forgiveness for everyone but himself." *sigh* "That's life, eh? Sydney, I just want you to know that... you did well. Raising him, I mean. I... I never broke him. I tried but... it didn't work. I believe you had a lot to do with that."
Sydney didn't know whether to thank Angel or kill her. What was this? She had crushed the one reason he had to keep fighting and she had somehow made ~him~ feel proud over it!? Sydney himself was a very smart man and he had worked with geniuses all his life, but Angel was the one who had puzzled him the most over the years. She was like a baby holding the button, that controlled whether a bomb was going to explode or not. Deadly yet innocent. She was a contradiction within herself. Sydney got up slowly, not trusting his legs to hold him up, and made his way around the desk.
"He loved you, Sydney. I'm sure he would have liked you to know that." Sydney turned around half expecting to see a pair of cold blue eyes staring at him, but all he saw was her shining locks tucked neatly into a French Twist. He allowed a single tear to escape captivity as he made his way out the door.
Angel sat in her seat pondering everything that had just gone on. She was getting impatient and antsy. She reached down and shuffled through her bag pulling out an oblong box. Remembering back to an old game she had played at sometime or another she mused. ~Is it smaller than a bread box?~ yes ~Can it hold something inside of it?~ Yes ~Is it holding something inside of it?~ Yes ~Is it something important?~ YES ~Will the doctor like it?~ HE HAD BETTER! She was broke from her reverie by the ticking of the clock. It was 4:52pm and she was tired of waiting. She got up and placed the box down in the center of Mr. Raines' desk. He should be pleased, no he would be pleased, she decided. She placed a small note on the box, closed up her bag, and walked out the door. She was already on her way to the airport when Mr. Raines finally reached his office.
He walked into the already open office, 'breath of life' in tow. He stood in the doorway a moment thinking back. He knew the door was shut when he had left so that left one option. Someone had been in here since he had gone. He sensed that Angel had been nearby not to long ago so he figured it was her. He wished he could sniff the air, because out of all the scents he had smelled in the past, Angel's was the one he remembered best. She had always smelled of cinnamon and honey, her to favorite flavors. He was sure it permeated the air around him cursing the fact that he was the only one that wouldn't be able to breathe it in. He went around his desk and sat in his leather chair. He was about to reach for the phone and ask the lady at the front desk if he had any messages when he noticed a small parcel on his desk. It had a note on it that was decorated with pictures of small white flowers vanilla blossoms, she was so predictable He picked up the note and proceeded in reading it.
Dear Dr. Pain,
How is my favorite person? I just finished my latest job and decided to write you a riddle. Are you ready?
What is white brown and black in front, red and stringy in the back, and sees all?
If you are stumped, go ahead and open your present. I hope you like it! I just needed to inform you that I'm heading on vacation now and I should be back within the next two weeks.
Sincerely, Your Little Angel
Mr. Raines stared at the small box and thought for a moment. What was Angel up to? After brooding about it for what seemed forever he reached down and opened the fragile box. His mouth dropped open in a mixture of horror, amazement, and then understanding. Looking straight back at him were a pair of chestnut colored eyes. This was her gift, the eyes of the man that had grown to be the bane of his existence; the proof that his battle would finally be over. Yes, Angel deserved her vacation, wherever she was.