TROIKA
By: Love Is A Green Girl
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel and I do not own the dialog in the flashback scenes which is really sad for me.
ANGEL
Rain
bleeds
from
the
sky.
It
makes
Angel's
sword
slip
in
his
hands.
It
filters
into
the iris
of
his eyes;
burning
like
hell-fire.
Though
the
rain
obstructs
his
vision,
it
does not
keep
him from
fighting
the
war he
cannot win.
He
can't seem
to
get the
upper
hand
in
his battle
to
slay
the
dragon.
Perhaps
it
would be
better
if he
died
in
this
battle.
There is so little to live for.
No
Cordelia,
No
Fred,
No
Wesley.
Even
Gunn
is
gone.
So
much
of
his family
has
been lost,
still
he fights
the
legions
of
darkness
because
he must.
It's
what he
does;
averting
the
apocalypse,
saving
the
world.
If he doesn't, who else will?
Every
time
he
dodges
the
dragon's
fiery
breath
and
sharp talons
he replays the same…
Love Is A Green Girl here, this is my first fic so please be nice with your reviews.
Go back and read the words in bold you might find a suprise.