Song: "Citadel" Anna Nalick
Story: Guardian Angel
Characters: India
Listen to this song while reading. You can find it on playlist . com or you tube. To be read as a fanfic of Guardian Angel The Return.
I sat on top of the lighthouse, waiting for my target. I had already been there for several hours. I didn't mind the wait. As usual, I enjoyed the alone time. And I loved being up high.
I'm sittin' on a citadel
Contemplating life
Making a point to waste my time
I'm walking on clouds
Of white
Being at great heights was really the only thing I liked about this job. That, and it took my mind off things. Surprisingly, a lot of the other agents were afraid of heights. Like Luna. So I gratefully took the jobs that required dizzying heights. These jobs seemed to be less dangerous than the ground jobs, too. Still, I was surprised my father even let me do this.
What if I fall
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
Sittin' alone
Luna was below, sitting in her car, blaring music. Right in the driveway of the little cottage by the lighthouse. That girl had no caution. I was there to save her neck when she undoubtedly screwed up. That's when I saw it. The man in the door of the lighthouse below me. Leaning out, with a pistol, aiming at the driver's seat of the car. Luna! If you hadn't practically warned them you were coming! I stood and whirled, crashing through the glass and dropping.
I'm breakin' on the balcony
Breakin' window panes
Killing the pain of broken hearts
I'm walkin' on clouds
I'm walkin' on stars
"Yeah, back-up my ass," I thought wryly as I fell. I was only supposed to hang out there with my sniper and make sure things went according to plan. But Luna was a psycho and rarely exercised caution or followed the plan. Luna should be able to handle this job herself. Someone that unpredictable shouldn't be in the agency. She had showed signs of instability ever before the agency assigned her lover, Nick, to woo me. "Bad call, Dad, she's a bad egg."
What if I fall
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
Sittin' alone
When I hit the ground, I tucked my limbs in and rolled. Already there was gunfire sprinkling the floor around me. I kept rolling until I got behind a pillar and stood. Hopefully there was only one guy. I peeked out and he fired haphazardly at me. Our target. Well, Luna's target. I was so tired of babysitting.
Holdin' on to something
That's keepin'me from jumpin'
So afraid to go in alone
Holdin up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
Gunfire outside. Nope, this guy had called in help. Hopefully Luna was taking care of it. The music was still going on, so figured her car hadn't been blown up yet. I fired around him with no intention of hitting him, and as I did so, he panicked. While he was distracted, I ran forward and tackled him to the ground. He was so scared, he barely fought back at all. I placed my fingers on a couple of spots on his neck and applied pressure. Out like a light.
What if I fall
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
Sittin' alone
Once the gunfire had stopped, I dragged him outside. Luna was standing over one of four dead bodies, glowering. I threw the unconscious man on the ground outside the lighthouse door. "He's your target," I said flatly, and walked away. Man, I missed my old life.
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?