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Story title: Dark Angel
Summary: A major spin on Berrisford Agenda. (There are no Berrisfords)
Max walked in crash and sat opposite Original Cindy. Her attention seemed to be focused on Alec who was sitting at the bar.
" What's with your boy?" OC asked Max.
" He's not my boy," she replied. She studied the way he way sitting. His head was leaned down and he was looking into his drink. He was acting strange since the day before, she wasn't sure what triggered it. " And I don't know what's up with him."
"Never seen him like this...anguished and all Heathcliff-like. No wonder the straight women fall for the tortured types."
" Call me crazy," Max stated wearily. " But I'm going to see if he's okay."
"Take your time. I got my eye on this fine shorty at the pool table."
Max walked over to the bar and stood next to the stool Alec was sitting on. She stood there for a while; he didn't even acknowledge her presence. " So what's up with you?"
He rolled his eyes; he didn't need her on his ass just then. " What makes you think something is up with me."
" You look kind of depressed, are you alright?" she said with genuine concern.
" Don't even start to act like care about what I go through. You ran. You and your little rugrat brothers and sisters. You think life was rough when we were ten? A little schooling, a little brainwashing, some manoeuvres outside? You think that was tough? Take it from me. Later on, it got a whole lot worse." He sipped his drink and then stared into it. "But you did what you had to do. Then you tried to forget. And when you couldn't forget, they had ways of making you not care."
She reached out to him and put her hand on his shoulder, " I'm sorry."
He shrugged his shoulders, " just leave me alone okay." He stood up, took his jacket and walked out crash. He needed to breath. He couldn't keep up the act any longer. He leaned against the wall. His knees lost feelings and he slid down to the floor. He put his head in his hands. He had a splitting headache. This voice in his head kept telling him what he did was wrong, that he was incapable of having emotions. He didn't want to believe that, he couldn't. He knew what he did was wrong, but he felt bad about it, wasn't that enough. Why did he had to feel like he couldn't go on, why did he have to get this urge to end his life. He didn't want to, but he felt like if someone didn't save him he would continue to fall.
Max walked out of Crash. She really didn't have a reason to be there anymore. Cindy was occupied, Alec left and Sketchy wasn't there. She walked over to her bike and began to unchain it. She realised that Alec's bike was still there, which meant that he was still there. She looked around and spotted him on the floor. She walked over to him and sat on the ground. " Sofa at home busted?" she asked to lighten the mood. He gave her a look. She could tell he wasn't in the mood for jokes. " So why are you on the floor now?"
He looked over at her. Was she actually concerned about him? Nah, he quickly dismissed the thought. " Because it's the only thing there is to sit on out here?"
She looked straight forward for a while and then looked back at him. She wasn't going to take any half-ass answers again. Something was eating him and she wanted to help him trough it but how could she if she didn't know what it was. " Listen you can talk me, you know that right. I mean I know I'm a little hard on you at times but that's just because I don't want you to get in trouble."
He bit his bottom lip. She looked at her for a while. " I don't want to pretend anymore."
" What are you pretending?"
" I don't want to pretend like, the things that I did, the people that I hurt didn't have any effect on me. I put down my guard just this once. Now I find myself too weak to go back. Too weak to act like I don't care."
" You don't have to pretend about that, we all did some pretty lousy things." She moved closer to him.
He sighed, " Max I feel like I'm going crazy: All these conflicting thoughts in my head. I have to get away from here. I need to be alone to sort them out." he stood up and went to his bike he unchained it and started up the engine and drove away.
Max sat on the ground. Alec was having the same problem she did. She couldn't even help him; she couldn't ease his pain in any way. She stood up and went to her bike.
Alec drove down the streets of Seattle to nowhere in particular. He just kept driving trying to clear his head. He drove and drove but every thought lingered there. He looked around. He could see the steeple of a church in the distance. He found himself going towards it. He walked in and looked around. It was almost empty except for the old lady in the front row. He walked up the altar and lit a candle. He walked into the confessional box. He had never been to confession before but he saw it on TV. " Forgive me father for I have sinned."
" A new voice," the Priest said. " I can tell a new voice."
" I've never been to confession before."
" It's okay, it's better late than never. Now what is it that you wish to confess?
He took deep breath; he couldn't believe he was doing this, " I was a solider. I did many bad things." He was having a very difficult time expressing himself.
" Our lord is very a forgiving lord, he will forgive you. You must put you trust in him."
Alec thought about it, did he even qualify as one of God's children. He wasn't eve full human. " I hurt so many people, people who had families and loved ones. All to save myself how can that be forgiven?"
" That's only human nature. God understands us. He will forgive you once you ask for his forgiveness."
" I have asked and I still feel like I shouldn't be allowed to continue living while those innocent people are dead."
" What about your loved ones, don't you think you should go on for the sake them?"
He almost laughed at that, loved ones. " I don't have any loved ones. No one loves me."
"That's not true, I'm sure there is at least on two people who love you. One is Jesus and the other one you haven't discovered yet."
" I don't even have any real friends. I just have acquaintances."
" I think I know what you need, you need an angel?" he said excitedly.
" An angel?" he was beginning to wonder if it was Santa Clause behind there.
"Yes an angel. When god can't come, he sends someone. You'll see you'll get your angel."
" So, I'm supposed to wait for an angel?" he couldn't believe it he spent so long in confession waiting for some advice and that's all he got. " Thank you father."
He got up and made his way out the church and to his apartment. He prayed he might feel better in the morning.
Max drove down the streets of Seattle. She knew exactly where she was going. She was at the needle before and couldn't get any answers for herself, so she went to her next resort. She walked up to the altar and lit the candle. She then walked in the confession box. " Forgive me father for I have sinned."
" And when was your last confession?"
" Six moths ago," she said with a tinge of guilt flowing through her body.
" Well go on."
" Well it's not really a confession but I need your advice."
" Yes that's fine."
" I have a friend. He's depressed, I tried to talk to him but he just doesn't seem to respond. I tried to tell him that I do care about him but he just wouldn't believe me."
" Just stay with him. Give him your hand and he will accept it this time."
" Really?" she asked. She couldn't believe that was all she got. " Thank you father."
She walked up to Alec's apartment door. She knew the advice was a little off but every time she went to church things usually worked out. She pushed the door open. He obviously wasn't thinking straight. Who would leave their door open unless they were expecting someone? She tiptoed trough his apartment and went to his bedroom. He was sleeping, tossing and turning. She stroked his hair lightly. His eyes open immediately. " Hey," she said softly.
" Max what are you doing here?" he asked.
She crept into the bed next to him and took his arms and wrapped it around her. " Hold on to me, let go of the past," she whispered.
All the pain he was feeling seemed to disappear immediately. He suddenly understood: Max was his Angel. Never mind she wasn't dead, or didn't have any light glowing around her, nor did she have any blond locks. She was still his angel. The only one he needed.
He pulled her closer to him and felt a warm tear roll down his face. She was his dark angel.
THE END
NOTE: Yes I know I like to write stories like these. It's just nice to write. I always have problems writing the emotional stuff. So that's why I like to resolve the issues in my stories so quickly. I'm assuming that you read at least one already. This is my eleventh story and I have three more to come. And I'm most likely going to think of more while I'm writing those.
Anyways: reviews please. I crave it.
Story title: Dark Angel
Summary: A major spin on Berrisford Agenda. (There are no Berrisfords)
Max walked in crash and sat opposite Original Cindy. Her attention seemed to be focused on Alec who was sitting at the bar.
" What's with your boy?" OC asked Max.
" He's not my boy," she replied. She studied the way he way sitting. His head was leaned down and he was looking into his drink. He was acting strange since the day before, she wasn't sure what triggered it. " And I don't know what's up with him."
"Never seen him like this...anguished and all Heathcliff-like. No wonder the straight women fall for the tortured types."
" Call me crazy," Max stated wearily. " But I'm going to see if he's okay."
"Take your time. I got my eye on this fine shorty at the pool table."
Max walked over to the bar and stood next to the stool Alec was sitting on. She stood there for a while; he didn't even acknowledge her presence. " So what's up with you?"
He rolled his eyes; he didn't need her on his ass just then. " What makes you think something is up with me."
" You look kind of depressed, are you alright?" she said with genuine concern.
" Don't even start to act like care about what I go through. You ran. You and your little rugrat brothers and sisters. You think life was rough when we were ten? A little schooling, a little brainwashing, some manoeuvres outside? You think that was tough? Take it from me. Later on, it got a whole lot worse." He sipped his drink and then stared into it. "But you did what you had to do. Then you tried to forget. And when you couldn't forget, they had ways of making you not care."
She reached out to him and put her hand on his shoulder, " I'm sorry."
He shrugged his shoulders, " just leave me alone okay." He stood up, took his jacket and walked out crash. He needed to breath. He couldn't keep up the act any longer. He leaned against the wall. His knees lost feelings and he slid down to the floor. He put his head in his hands. He had a splitting headache. This voice in his head kept telling him what he did was wrong, that he was incapable of having emotions. He didn't want to believe that, he couldn't. He knew what he did was wrong, but he felt bad about it, wasn't that enough. Why did he had to feel like he couldn't go on, why did he have to get this urge to end his life. He didn't want to, but he felt like if someone didn't save him he would continue to fall.
Max walked out of Crash. She really didn't have a reason to be there anymore. Cindy was occupied, Alec left and Sketchy wasn't there. She walked over to her bike and began to unchain it. She realised that Alec's bike was still there, which meant that he was still there. She looked around and spotted him on the floor. She walked over to him and sat on the ground. " Sofa at home busted?" she asked to lighten the mood. He gave her a look. She could tell he wasn't in the mood for jokes. " So why are you on the floor now?"
He looked over at her. Was she actually concerned about him? Nah, he quickly dismissed the thought. " Because it's the only thing there is to sit on out here?"
She looked straight forward for a while and then looked back at him. She wasn't going to take any half-ass answers again. Something was eating him and she wanted to help him trough it but how could she if she didn't know what it was. " Listen you can talk me, you know that right. I mean I know I'm a little hard on you at times but that's just because I don't want you to get in trouble."
He bit his bottom lip. She looked at her for a while. " I don't want to pretend anymore."
" What are you pretending?"
" I don't want to pretend like, the things that I did, the people that I hurt didn't have any effect on me. I put down my guard just this once. Now I find myself too weak to go back. Too weak to act like I don't care."
" You don't have to pretend about that, we all did some pretty lousy things." She moved closer to him.
He sighed, " Max I feel like I'm going crazy: All these conflicting thoughts in my head. I have to get away from here. I need to be alone to sort them out." he stood up and went to his bike he unchained it and started up the engine and drove away.
Max sat on the ground. Alec was having the same problem she did. She couldn't even help him; she couldn't ease his pain in any way. She stood up and went to her bike.
Alec drove down the streets of Seattle to nowhere in particular. He just kept driving trying to clear his head. He drove and drove but every thought lingered there. He looked around. He could see the steeple of a church in the distance. He found himself going towards it. He walked in and looked around. It was almost empty except for the old lady in the front row. He walked up the altar and lit a candle. He walked into the confessional box. He had never been to confession before but he saw it on TV. " Forgive me father for I have sinned."
" A new voice," the Priest said. " I can tell a new voice."
" I've never been to confession before."
" It's okay, it's better late than never. Now what is it that you wish to confess?
He took deep breath; he couldn't believe he was doing this, " I was a solider. I did many bad things." He was having a very difficult time expressing himself.
" Our lord is very a forgiving lord, he will forgive you. You must put you trust in him."
Alec thought about it, did he even qualify as one of God's children. He wasn't eve full human. " I hurt so many people, people who had families and loved ones. All to save myself how can that be forgiven?"
" That's only human nature. God understands us. He will forgive you once you ask for his forgiveness."
" I have asked and I still feel like I shouldn't be allowed to continue living while those innocent people are dead."
" What about your loved ones, don't you think you should go on for the sake them?"
He almost laughed at that, loved ones. " I don't have any loved ones. No one loves me."
"That's not true, I'm sure there is at least on two people who love you. One is Jesus and the other one you haven't discovered yet."
" I don't even have any real friends. I just have acquaintances."
" I think I know what you need, you need an angel?" he said excitedly.
" An angel?" he was beginning to wonder if it was Santa Clause behind there.
"Yes an angel. When god can't come, he sends someone. You'll see you'll get your angel."
" So, I'm supposed to wait for an angel?" he couldn't believe it he spent so long in confession waiting for some advice and that's all he got. " Thank you father."
He got up and made his way out the church and to his apartment. He prayed he might feel better in the morning.
Max drove down the streets of Seattle. She knew exactly where she was going. She was at the needle before and couldn't get any answers for herself, so she went to her next resort. She walked up to the altar and lit the candle. She then walked in the confession box. " Forgive me father for I have sinned."
" And when was your last confession?"
" Six moths ago," she said with a tinge of guilt flowing through her body.
" Well go on."
" Well it's not really a confession but I need your advice."
" Yes that's fine."
" I have a friend. He's depressed, I tried to talk to him but he just doesn't seem to respond. I tried to tell him that I do care about him but he just wouldn't believe me."
" Just stay with him. Give him your hand and he will accept it this time."
" Really?" she asked. She couldn't believe that was all she got. " Thank you father."
She walked up to Alec's apartment door. She knew the advice was a little off but every time she went to church things usually worked out. She pushed the door open. He obviously wasn't thinking straight. Who would leave their door open unless they were expecting someone? She tiptoed trough his apartment and went to his bedroom. He was sleeping, tossing and turning. She stroked his hair lightly. His eyes open immediately. " Hey," she said softly.
" Max what are you doing here?" he asked.
She crept into the bed next to him and took his arms and wrapped it around her. " Hold on to me, let go of the past," she whispered.
All the pain he was feeling seemed to disappear immediately. He suddenly understood: Max was his Angel. Never mind she wasn't dead, or didn't have any light glowing around her, nor did she have any blond locks. She was still his angel. The only one he needed.
He pulled her closer to him and felt a warm tear roll down his face. She was his dark angel.
THE END
NOTE: Yes I know I like to write stories like these. It's just nice to write. I always have problems writing the emotional stuff. So that's why I like to resolve the issues in my stories so quickly. I'm assuming that you read at least one already. This is my eleventh story and I have three more to come. And I'm most likely going to think of more while I'm writing those.
Anyways: reviews please. I crave it.