"You fucking stabbed me!"
"I said I was sorry."
"Sorry? You're sorry? Fuck you man, Fuck you! You're sorry, oh now I feel better."
"Back off Loki! I was half-crazy that day,"
"No Bartelby, you were completely fucking crazy. Now what, I'm just supposed to believe that you're cured? Just like that? Fuck that!"
"Hey you don't know what I went through! You went to fucking Purgatory. I was in Hell. You don't have a clue what happened to me there!"
"It's your own fault! Ending existence, what the fuck were you thinking?" The pair of ex-angels started screaming at each other, their yells being swallowed by the quiet graveyard that they were walking through.
Three hours later found the men sitting on the ground leaning against opposite sides of a tombstone. They were both out of breath; Loki was sporting a black eye while Bartelby was nursing his hand and lightly touching a bloodied lip.
"How did we get here? I mean this is Earth right?" The dirty blonde asked, "I mean it looks like Earth, feels like Earth. But what kind of town has so many graveyards? Maybe this is just a different level of Purgatory. Or maybe."
"This is Earth." Bartelby said cutting off his friend's musings.
"How the fuck do you know?"
"I've got a feeling."
Loki rolled his eyes, "So, are we human?"
Bartelby's tongue darted out and tasted a bit of the blood on his lip. "I'd say so."
"Strange, I don't feel human."
"How would you know what it's like to be human, the only time you were human you got drunk off your ass." Loki reached around the tombstone and gave Bartelby the finger. "Why don't you just check."
"Check?"
"If you're a human you won't be atomically impaired anymore."
"Right!" Bartelby heard some shuffling then Loki's sigh. "Yeah I'm human all right. So do you think maybe She forgave us and sent us to Earth as humans to make penance?"
"No, She didn't pull us out, it was something old, something evil."
"How do you know?"
"I've got a feeling."
"You and your fucking feelings, well I've got a feeling too, I don't think I'm human. Maybe not an angel anymore, but not human."
"Well then let's go." Bartelby stood and helped his friend up with the same hand that had given him the black eye.
"Go where."
"Well if we want to find out whether or not we're human we have to see if we still have our powers."
"So that means we're going."
"To the airport."
"I said I was sorry."
"Sorry? You're sorry? Fuck you man, Fuck you! You're sorry, oh now I feel better."
"Back off Loki! I was half-crazy that day,"
"No Bartelby, you were completely fucking crazy. Now what, I'm just supposed to believe that you're cured? Just like that? Fuck that!"
"Hey you don't know what I went through! You went to fucking Purgatory. I was in Hell. You don't have a clue what happened to me there!"
"It's your own fault! Ending existence, what the fuck were you thinking?" The pair of ex-angels started screaming at each other, their yells being swallowed by the quiet graveyard that they were walking through.
Three hours later found the men sitting on the ground leaning against opposite sides of a tombstone. They were both out of breath; Loki was sporting a black eye while Bartelby was nursing his hand and lightly touching a bloodied lip.
"How did we get here? I mean this is Earth right?" The dirty blonde asked, "I mean it looks like Earth, feels like Earth. But what kind of town has so many graveyards? Maybe this is just a different level of Purgatory. Or maybe."
"This is Earth." Bartelby said cutting off his friend's musings.
"How the fuck do you know?"
"I've got a feeling."
Loki rolled his eyes, "So, are we human?"
Bartelby's tongue darted out and tasted a bit of the blood on his lip. "I'd say so."
"Strange, I don't feel human."
"How would you know what it's like to be human, the only time you were human you got drunk off your ass." Loki reached around the tombstone and gave Bartelby the finger. "Why don't you just check."
"Check?"
"If you're a human you won't be atomically impaired anymore."
"Right!" Bartelby heard some shuffling then Loki's sigh. "Yeah I'm human all right. So do you think maybe She forgave us and sent us to Earth as humans to make penance?"
"No, She didn't pull us out, it was something old, something evil."
"How do you know?"
"I've got a feeling."
"You and your fucking feelings, well I've got a feeling too, I don't think I'm human. Maybe not an angel anymore, but not human."
"Well then let's go." Bartelby stood and helped his friend up with the same hand that had given him the black eye.
"Go where."
"Well if we want to find out whether or not we're human we have to see if we still have our powers."
"So that means we're going."
"To the airport."