The winged angel or the fire beast

A/n It made me feel better this chapter, like tearing a stress ball apart so I hope it doesn't quite have the same effect on you. Reviewing is greatly appreciated as it means a lot and can sometimes mean the difference between continuing or not honestly. Well as promised, this is Helena's past. Something I have been wracking my brains to explain. Plus, sorry for being so slow at putting chapters up, I get little time.

Thank you for reviewing ^_^

Chapter 5

'My black and white rainbow'

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'Back on Earth (or the Mystic Moon as you call it) before I came here, I had a lot of problems. Socially, I was a reject. I went through school with little friends and it was only recently that I gained some honest and faithful friends. But my main problem was me. I was continually angry at life and everybody around me. I thought life was pointless, and it upset me living in a fake world. At first it was alright at school as I would suppress my anger with a mask of happiness. But soon little things started to eat away at my disguise forcing me to take out my anger on my friends. They wanted to help me and all I could do was shout at them and walk away. Soon they didn't want to know me and left me to drown in my own self-pity.'

After school, I would head home. As soon as I walked through the front door, arguments flared up between my Mum and me. Mum, that's all she is. A title which gives her authority over me, who said love had to be involved? We both had a short fuse and we would argue about anything, but Mum always had the upper hand. She had Dad, my earthly angel.

Dad would come home after a long day's work and Mum would complain to him about me. He would nod and follow her every beck and call. He would tell me off but in a calm way that said, the more you argue with your mother the more I have to get told off for you Helena. I would cry, but my anger problems weren't going to get better if I cried.

One day, an argument between my Mum and I became so bad, I ran. She chased me to the door as I grabbed my jacket but I was out the door before she could reach me. She had been threatening to take me to see the psychiatrist for my anger problems and I didn't want to hear any of it.

Pulling my coat tighter around me and tugging the hood over my face, I walked to the park. Watching my feet with every light step they took on the soft ground, I noticed the two posts of the park gate erect at either side of me. Turning right, I quickly found a park bench and sat down, pushing my hood back over my shoulders. I looked up at the daunting trees around me. Each time the wind gathered and blew across their thick trunks, their branches swayed and groaned. Off the leaves, tears fell from the previous rain. Although gloomy, it seemed more welcoming than home.

Moving slightly to wrap my arms around my shivering body, I felt something warm in my pocket. Stopping sharply, I reached in to my pocket and pulled out a necklace. A pink stone glowed and warmed my hands as it rested on its gold chain.

The strange thing is, it was never in my jacket pocket when I left home, and in fact it hasn't been in my house for a while. About a year ago my Dad brought me this necklace to cheer me up and my Mum detested it, she wasn't getting the attention. So forcefully, I sold it off to some jewellry shop and I hadn't seen it for a while until now when it decides to turn up in my pocket.

Looking closely at the rosy gem, I watched my reflection as I swayed it back and forth. A tear rolled down my cheek as the anger and hatred flared for my mother, for everyone. No one wanted to listen to me and I wasn't going to see some psycho. I even began wishing to be far away from everyone else. Suddenly, instead of the little gem emitting a warm glow, it began to burn even as it swayed.

I tried to drop the necklace, but I was drawn to the swaying motion it made; back and forth. Even as I watched it, gashes split across my hands and arms. The pain was immense but I couldn't stop. Blood trickled down my arms and hands till it reached my fingertips. The flow didn't stop though, it continued down the gold chain of the necklace while it swayed, flicking drops of blood in excess.

My unblinking gaze on the wave of the necklace wasn't even fazed when at last my flow of blood merged with the bright, rosy gem. Inside the stone, it seemed my reflection was imprisoned as it swirled with the blood that was still fighting its way in. The pink stone it was no longer as it turned thick, blood red.

In one blink I awoke to be surrounded by a bright green light. I grabbed for the bench as the necklace, lifeless, fluttered around my wrist. My feet had already lifted from the ground; it was helpless to grasp the air fruitlessly. Looking upwards at the source of the light, I put my arms up in front of my eyes as the light blinded me. Panicking, blackness must have swept over me and that's all I can remember until I met you and Dilandau in the valley.

But the worst thing is that I didn't have anyone to blame but myself. I chose this path; I am my own bad influence.

A/n For once I actually really enjoyed writing that chapter, especially with the necklace. Woo woo. I apologise if you're a bit wheezy when it comes to blood, but if I wrote it like crap you wouldn't notice the difference between pink fluffy bunnies and a chainsaw.

Lady whitewolf

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