Girls Don't Fly

Lucy left the police station in the dead of the night, after a little more than twelve hours after Lucifer had left her.

To her great surprise, it really wasn't too hard. Decker had settled in for the night and went home, and everyone else really didn't care that she was leaving. Kids like her kind of just came and went in the police station, though, at this hour, they would usually be found coming into the station rather than getting out of it.

The moment that the crisp air brushed out Lucy's skin, she let out a sigh of relief and began to walk for the Lux building, now more determined than ever to chop off her wings. That was a close call, a much too close of a call. Decker has spent the past hour before she left trying to convince Lucy to tell her just how she was and what not, or trying to get her to take off her backpack and 'get comfy'. Her choice of words were ridiculous, who could 'get comfy' in a police station?

Her plan would've probably worked fine if it weren't for the fact that she had absolutely no idea where she was. She had, after all, just arrived in Los Angeles not even twenty four hours ago, so she wasn't exactly a local. She had got to Lux by asking strangers and following a little map that she had memorized on the way here, and now, in the dead of the night, Lucy feared that asking someone for the way to Lux would get her killed-or worse. Not like they could even cut through her skin anyway.

So the little girl stuck out a finger in a random direction and started off that way, figuring that she should at least cover some ground. However, she only managed to walk a few miles in the dead of the night when a delicious scent caught her nose. It was the smell of salty snacks, sweety goods, and overfried chicken nuggets. The smell of a convenience store.

Her stomach growled at the pure thought of food and before Lucy could stop herself, she was walking into the store. With greedy fingers, she went straight to the snack section and took a handful of everything, her eyes wide in hunger as she grabbed more and more. The moment her hands couldn't hold anymore, Lucy spun around and made her way towards the door before she heard a humble clearing of a throat.

Lucy flinched and looked behind her to spot a wrinkly old man behind the counter, his once hard eyes suddenly softening at the sight of Lucy's youth and his grip faltered on an item he was holding under the counter. A gun, the voice in her head told her.

"Hun, can you pay for that?" He questioned, his tone oddly soft to belong to the clerk of a convenience store.

Even if Lucy was a normal fifteen year old girl, she could, without a doubt, be able to run away from the clerk without a chance that he would catch up to her. She would be able to run and run and run until she could reach an alleyway and devour every last bit of the food. And nobody would know. Absolutely nobody. She could... could kill the clerk before anyone could notice...

Not like that was even an option. Not like she could even consider doing any part of those things. She didn't have the guts, and somewhere deep within her, she still had her morals.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," She mumbled and turned around, her head hung down as she let her trembling fingers place the food back on the shelf. Once everything was in it's exact place, Lucy fished into the front pocket of her backpack and pulled out a wrinkly ten dollar bill along with a few cents in spare change. Lucy bit her lip at the sight and carefully counted every penny she had left before she picked up a bag of chips, handed the coins to the clerk, apologized once more, and dashed out of the store.

She obviously needed to start conserving her money more if she wanted any hope of starting a new life.

Lucy ended up eating her meal on the rooftop of a building, not by flying up, but by climbing one of the fire exits. She had done this plenty of times in the past, though, not exactly with the same fire exit. She had gone up at least sixteen stories, and, surprisingly, didn't even feel out of breath. Once up that high, she glanced around for video cameras. When the little voice in her head gave her the all clear, Lucy let out a sigh of relief and took off her backpack.

The moment that the cloth was released from her stiff feathers, her wings extended, sending a strike of pain through Lucy's body. She was still sore from Lucifer's little stabbing session. Only imagine how it would feel if he chopped it all off... At the thought, Lucy shook her head frantically.

It would feel good, she told herself, it would feel liberating. It would set her free.

Lies that she told herself to make her feel better. To help strengthen the stubbornness that held her life together.

There was a nice breeze on the rooftops that whipped through Lucy's raven, thinning hair and past her wings, making them feel more alive than ever. Maybe Lucifer was right, she thought, maybe this was where she belonged. Maybe she was an angel, born to look down at the little humans in their little cars in their little worlds. Maybe this was her destiny, after all, her wings certainly enjoyed it.

But Angels. Didn't. Exist. They couldn't. They just couldn't.

"Hello Angel." spoke a familiar voice, sneaking her out of her thoughts.

"Mommy." A shrill voice called out from her bedroom, catching the attention of a young blonde lady with a laptop on her thighs.

"Trixie, why aren't you asleep?" Chloe Decker scolded as Trixie simply walked over to her mother and tugged at the collar of her shirt.

"Why aren't you asleep, Mommy?" She questioned, completely dodging her question as Chloe simply sighed and tousled her daughter's hair.

"Work, baby." was all that could slip through her mouth before her child jumped into her lap and cuddled against her chest.

"That looks like a lotta work." Trixie pointed out as Chloe simply let out a sigh, completely giving up trying to shoo her little ray of sunshine away.

"Yes, it is." Chloe whispered as Trixie poked the nose of a girl with dark eyes and matching hair on the screen.

"She's really pretty." She pointed out as she sunk closed against her mother. "What's her name?"

"Her name is Lucy, darling... allegedly, of course. I'm... I'm trying to figure out who she really is, though."

"Yeah, I don't think she's a Lucy either." Trixie questioned and twirled a strand of her mother's blond hair in her little fingers, her little eyebrows funneling together. "She doesn't look like one. You know, Mommy, this girl in my class is named Lucy too. She's really annoying, Mommy-"

"Munchkin, we don't call people annoying... unless it's for a good reason." Chloe interrupted as she continued to search through lost child files from across the globe, desperate for a match. Who knows? Maybe 'Lucy' came from Europe or something...

"It IS for a good reason, Mommy." Trixie replied and crossed her arms, obviously upset. "She's always bragging about her name. She always says that her parents named her Lucy cause it means light or born in daylight or whatever. And she's always talking about it and it's super annoying."

"Huh." Chloe replied and raised an eyebrow. "The more you know."

It was then, when her machine beeped, flashing bright green as Chloe widened her eyes and clicked at the notification. Almost immediately, a tab pulled up stating 'MATCH' and Chloe quickly read over the file, her eyes widening at every word before she shut her laptop, not wanting her daughter to see the images and words that engulfed the page.

"Alrighty, munchkin." Chloe spoke, her voice quick and slightly frantic. "Now it's really time for bed. Now."

"But Mommy-" She began when Chloe picked her up and practically threw her onto her mattress.

"Sorry, baby, but Mommy has some serious things to share to the office and she needs to go." She placed a delicate kiss on her daughter's forehead and began to rush out of the room. "Remember, baby, don't open the door to ANYBODY and sweet dreams."

"Good night, Mommy." Trixie whispered softly as Chloe shut her open and practically leaped for her car before she started it up and made her way towards the police station. Towards Lucy.

Lucifer was right. This was no ordinary girl at all.

"Get away from me." Lucy whispered softly as she stood up, her heels touching the edge of the roof as she stared at the aging man in front of her.

"God will punish you for your sins, Angel." The man replied, a gun in his hand as he took a step towards her. "And when he does, you'll only wish that you were with me."

"God doesn't exist!" Lucy screamed as she curled her hands into fists. A brilliant fury lit up her eyes as she grit her teeth together.

"Then why are you trying to visit the Devil himself!" the elderly man whispered harshly as he took yet another step towards the girl. "Then why were you granted the grandest gift of them all?"

"This isn't a gift!" Lucy countered, her entire body truly sparking into life. "This is a curse! You should know more than anyone else!"

"No, Angel." The man continued as he stalked closer and closer to the girl. "You were given a gift... only you had betrayed God's word and turned it into the greatest sin of them all."

"He's. Not. Real." Lucy whispered softly as the heel of her foot felt nothing but thin air. She was at the edge of the building.

"Come home, Angel." the man continued, his finger lingering on the trigger of his weapon. "Come home now and perhaps God will take pity on your soul. Perhaps he'll make the rest of your eternity more bearable."

"I said, HE'S NOT REAL!" Lucy screamed, her entire body shaking as she collasped into a little ball, rocking back and forth as tears began to stain her cheeks. "He's not." She whispered to herself. "He can't be."

Her eyes dragged up back at the man, her lips trembling as she tilted her head at him. "Shoot me. Go on, do it. You've always wanted to."

The bullet might not cut through her skin, but it'll have enough force to push her off of the building. Maybe sixteen floors will finally be enough to kill her... Sure, the police will find that there are wings growing out of her back and she'll be called a freak for the rest of eternity, but it's not like she'll be there to witness it.

Lucy blinked once and in that moment, the man put the gun down. Lucy let out a shallow breath and felt her wings loosen up and retract back against her back.

And it was then, when a bag went over her head, casting the girl of light to be cast into the darkness.

Boom. :)

Last Update

02-04-19